i know i’ve rambled about this before but I think about it a lot with the various like “can reptiles/fish/non cat/dog pets ACTUALLY love you back” posts and articles about how to tell when your cat loves you and I just sometimes think it’s a little silly to act like love is both this grand ineffable mystery in regards to pets (or people) and something to be measured and assessed
like does Baloo let me hold her paw for a long time (a Measure of Trust according to many articles)? No, she doesn’t really like having her paws touched. But when she gets her head stuck in the back of a chair or her scarf’s caught on something, she stills the moment I touch her head and lets me—a big, strange creature (who frankly often runs into furniture and doorframes)—manipulate the most fragile and vital part of her body in order to help her.
love is an action imo. your dog doesn’t need to be able to comprehend the words ‘I love you’ to feel loved, and your snake doesn’t need to purr to show that it trusts you and likes being around you. love is going to look a little different in every setting and trying to both box it in and demand it meet certain criteria is just...kind of dumb
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FINALLY got my sister who’s a fan of glassjaw to give the 1975 a shot by showing her the matty hoodie video. It worked.
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I hate driving. I hate the car. I hate losing everything in the car. wallet, important keys, anything that matters I will apparently lose it in the car. it makes me want to tear my hair out
and there are ALWAYS a million little terrible cracks and crevices to convince myself things could have fallen into while I was busy paying vital attention to the road. no security except compartments that turn invisible when you close them so I will also forget they exist
no clear containers. no spot to even put a clear container. kill me
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Given the way BNHA genetics work, where the kids look the most similar to their mothers, Shinomori might have been Bruce's nephew
Y'know, I didn't think about that, but yeah- a lot of characters look like their moms (Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Jiro, Koda, etc)
I actually think they might've been cousins. Subscribing to the idea of [most kids take after their mothers], maybe they're cousins through their mothers?
Having OFA for 18 years and dying at 40 means Shinomori received it when he was 22. Shinomori being 22 years old seems close to how old Bruce actually could've been when he was alive himself.
Shinomori being Bruce's nephew is a cute idea though. I still think they'd be close in age, but Hikage can call Bruce "Uncle" to mess with him
Hikage: Uncle-
Bruce: Please don't make me feel old.
An adult that's a few years younger than you, calling you uncle. So like. Bruce could've been the babysitter / older cousin / uncle to weirdo Shinomori and he's just so used to babysitting that it automatically translates over to patiently dealing with Kudo and being protective over him (+ anyone in his care)
(Bruce gave OFA away before he went to go fight, so he really was protecting what was put in his care [Yoichi + Kudo] so they didn't disappear with him. Even if it was just a responsibility and basically their last organ that happened to manifest consciousnesses)
Bruce has Kudo. Shinomori has Banjo. Both are shorter, more risk-taking people that lead the way, but need someone level-headed by their side because they might charge in otherwise.
If they're related, that means Bruce probably also ages well too. And it means Bruce also might have a baby face like Shinomori-
(They look alike. They're also very so cute)
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my family values gold jewelry as like an ancestry passing down of assets (especially for roma women) and it became a topic of conversation cus i dont own any gold just silver and my grandma wanted to give me some but apparently my aunt pawned all of our ancestors gold 20yrs ago and its my grandmas biggest regret as she tells me stories of that gold,
how it was passed to my great grandmother a woman that wished to trouble no one to the point of dying w a set of folded clothes she wished to be buried in, her gold for her daughters and the money needed for her burial next to her bed so the act of dying didnt inconvenience anyone ever,
how my grandmas oldest sister was the last to wear that gold and as she was dying in the hospital her last words were "take my gold off before they come get me or it wont be seen again" ,
she grits her teeth when she remembers all the work sweat blood and tears that has gone to owning and passing it down generations, how it wasnt all the same gold, pieces of it would come from different family ends at different eras from different places, how invaluable it was as our family history and how vile it was for it to be pawned effectively erasing everything it was meant to signify not as jewelry but as memento as a traveling altar to our ancestors, none of us are buried w gold because the point is passing it on, and its just gone it ended and everytime my grandma digs her heels in to take me to a jewelry store to get me gold where we just silently look and dont buy anything we both feel how devastating it is that things are the way they are
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