#with the way their ages match up I wonder if she'd be his Young Adult Accident™ or just the daughter of an ex gf he ended up taking care of

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This idea came to me in a dream and it impacted me so violently i had to sit down for a while

Diana being ADAM'S daughter instead of Lawrence's. Financially struggling single father Adam. Trying-his-best father Adam. Can anybody hear me

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(writerkat) Personal theories on how each monk's elemental powers were discovered.

A younger Clay and Jesse were out with some of the cattle and something happened to spook them. They started stampeding and the siblings lost their horses. Jesse was helping wrangle them back into place but ended up falling in the path of one. Clay panicked and leaped to try and get her out the way in time, and when he landed he ended up creating a solid wall of rock between them and the cattle. Jesse was surprised but not especially grateful for the save.

Raimundo was out surfing and ended up in a tussle with another surfer. He managed to get atop a dangerously large wave but the other surfer knocked him off. Before he could land in the water, a gust of wind picked up his board, and him with it, sending him flying clear over the water and straight up onto the sand until he finally skidded to a stop on the beach.

Little Kimiko was playing with her favorite doll, and another kid came up and tried to snatch it from her. She held onto it and wouldn't let go, and the kids got into a fight/tug-o-war match to try and pull it back. Kimiko got madder and madder, until the half of the doll she was holding spontaneously burst into flames around her hands. She was unharmed by the fire and both children dropped the doll at once. Thankfully the incident occurred outside on concrete so nothing else caught while someone fetched an adult with a fire extinguisher.

Little Omi didn't have one particular incident, but Master Fung eventually realized that times when Omi was upset or crying tended to be when big, heavy, uneasonal rainstorms picked up. Leading to him teaching Omi at a young age to meditate and self calm when he was upset.

I like this, it builds on their characters a lot!

Clay is protective and their farmwork can be pretty dangerous, so his power first activating to save his sister works well for him. And Jesse had a lot of resent for the fact that Clay was chosen to "go to monk school" and that Clay was always the big fancy hero, so even though she probably always had a bit of sibling rivalry and an inferiority complex, the thing that sparking it being Clay having powers she can't hope to imitate makes sense. It'd be what slowly starts the fissure between them that makes them not as close as they used to be.

Raimundo having a lighter, more casual awakening, subconsciously tapping into his power to keep him from going under while he and another surfer were having a dispute.

Kimiko has a fiery temper and the most volatile element, so a volatile awakening during an argument makes sense. Your theory would also explain why her doll is only half-burned. It must have been pretty terrifying to suddenly see a burn of flames, especially if it used to be her favorite doll and she gave it a personality in her mind. As a kid, it might have felt like she'd really hurt "Mochika", betrayed her best friend. She's obviously old enough now not to feel that sort of empathy for dolls, but the lingering guilt and fear were etched into her mind from the experience.

And Omi does seem to be naturally pretty energetic and excitable. It's especially evident when his good chi is ripped away, but sometimes even in normal Omi, it's clear to see, like when he first met Dashi or Guan and was so bouncy and giddy, he tripped over his words. So he's usually just tamping his emotions down, or trying to. I can imagine he must have been a handful as a little kid, especially for someone like Fung, who wasn't really prepared to raise a kid. Omi whipping up monsoons rains and sever thunderstorms when he got emotional would definitely lead to Fung trying to teach him to hone meditation and tai chi until he could better control his powers. (I wonder if it was stormy the day Omi arrived at the temple?)

I guess that's also why Fung, or no one else for that matter, ever tries to teach Omi how to use his dots, either.

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I love your art 🥺

Also—HC idea if you’re up to it. 7 mins in heaven with the some of the boys. Especially Iida and Denki because I think they need love but literally any and all would be perfect. (Can be aged up and a little spicy if ya want)

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Oooooh this will be fun!! Iida deserves more love he gets forgotten so much 😭😭💜 and thank you so much, that really means a lot that you like my art wjsuhdjeje 🥺🥺💜💜

Seven Minutes in Heaven with Tenya Iida and Denki Kaminari

Of course Mina was the one who wanted to play. Why wouldn't she be? Somehow she'd managed to wrangle together the whole darn class and you were all sitting in the common area of the A dorms.

She placed the bottle on the table and volunteered to go first, giving the bottle a nice spin and sitting back as she waited for her partner. It ended up being Ojiro.

Finally, after a few more spins, it was your turn. You gave the bottle a hard flick and it slowed to a stop, landing on...

Tenya Iida

Mina howled with laughter. "Allright!! Y/N and class rep!! Head on over to the closet, ya lovebirds!! You've got seven minutes!!"

Iida stood up from his spot on the couch and adjusted his glasses, his face dusted a soft shade of pink.

"I understand that it is my duty as a participant of this game to fulfill the requirements!! Come, Y/N! Let us head to the closet!"

He holds his hand out to the side, gesturing for you to go first. He follows after you and closes the closet door softly behind him.

Iida is as stiff as a board. You can tell he doesn't do stuff like this often. You laugh, letting him know that he can relax a little. This is supposed to be for fun.

"I apologize. I'm not very familiar with these types of games. I'm not exactly sure what we're supposed to be doing." He only knew that two people went into a closet for seven minutes, and nothing else.

You explain to him the premise of the game and he flushes, adjusting his glasses so you can't see the absolute panic that resides behind them.

"I see. I-I suppose some our age would find this a rather fun game to play."

You see Tenya's throat bob as he swallows the tension. You can't help but think how much prettier it would look painted with hickeys. But you know Iida isn't that kind of person.

"Y/N." He speaks suddenly, appearing to be more calm and collected now. "I...I would like to try something, if it's alright with you."

You nod at him, all smiles and excitement.

"I...I would like to fulfill the requirements of this game by kissing you, if you'd let me."

You couldn't be happier. You'd been waiting for a moment like this with Tenya. For the last three years he was always so focused on school work and hero training and never took the time to let loose and just be the young adult he was. You'd admired him for his ability to focus on his goals, but still. You wanted him to have fun and let loose with everyone else, too.

You smile up at Tenya, then take a step closer and pucker your lips. You let him make the first move, because he's a man of calculations and planning, and you'd rather he be comfortable and let him do it his way.

Iida swallows and looks at your lips, his tongue darting out subconsciously to wet his own. He steps forward as well, meeting you in the middle of the closet. He puckers his own lips and slowly inches his face towards yours until you feel his lips pressing against yours.

You let out a little hum of satisfaction as you feel the hot air from his nose as it fans onto your face. You smile against his lips, stepping even closer to press your chest up against his, moving your hands to his strong shoulders. He matches your movements, resting his large hands on your upper arms as he kisses you.

He pulls away after a moment to catch his breath and soak in the fact that he did, in fact, just have his first kiss.

"...That was a wonderful experience." He murmurs, gripping your arms slightly tighter as he looks down into your eyes. "M...May I do it again?" You smile up at him and nod, this time taking the lead and pressing your lips to his first.

You stay like that for the rest of your time in the closet, pulling away every now and again to catch your breath but otherwise staying connected at the lips.

It's such a new experience for Iida and he can't seem to get enough. He's enjoying spending time with you like this.

Suddenly the door opens and Mina squeals like an animal, and the rest of the class, aside from the more quiet ones, all whoop and holler at you two.

You both exit the closet and Iida has subconsciously taken your hand, pulling you along with him as he sits back down on the couch. When you sit down next to him, he leans in and whispers I to your ear.

"Perhaps we should have played this game earlier."

Denki Kaminari

When the bottle lands on Kaminari you groan a little bit. You know exactly how this is going to go.

"All right!! Closet time with a total babe!! See you guys in a bit!" He practically skips into the tiny room, waiting excitedly for you to enter. "Well, Y/N? What are you waiting for?"

You sigh and drag your feet over to the closet. Mina sets a timer on her phone. "Seven minutes you two lovebirds!! Don't go overboard in there!!" And she shuts the door.

You lean against it and cross your arms over your chest, staring across the room at Kaminari who's all too excited to be stuck in a closet with you.

"So. Seven minutes isn't a whole lot of time. We better get going if we wanna make use of this closet."

He steps towards you and you turn your head away, giving him the cold shoulder. He pouts and reaches his hand out to rest it on your shoulder.

"Hey, come on! By this point they already know about us. We may as well have some fun in here while we can."

You two had been flirting and seeing each other on and off for a few months. You had been trying your best to keep it on the down low while you worked on your hero studies so as to not have a distraction, but Denki was always a little too excited. He would give you a particular glance or spend a little too long with his arm pressed against yours, and everyone knew what was going on.

You let out a deep sigh, finally turning to look at his stupid cute face, getting lost in those stupid yellow eyes. As soon as your sights were on him, he knew he had you. He shifted his hand from your shoulder to your cheek and pulled you in close to him, wrapping his other arm around the back of your waist.

You parted your lips slightly, which allowed Kaminari's tongue to dip into your mouth as you ran your hands up his chest to rest them on his shoulders for leverage.

You pressed against him, letting a soft moan crawl from between your parted lips, and Kaminari smiled against your mouth as he felt you whimper underneath him.

"Not three minutes ago you were giving me the stink eye." He laughed, pulling away and stroking your cheek with his thumb. "You're a bit of a hypocrite if you ask me, babe."

"Well good thing I wasn't asking you." You retort, pulling him into another kiss. It's a bit more desperate this time. You part your lips once more so Kaminari's tongue can meet with yours in a passionate dance, and you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him into you.

Kaminari backs you up against the closet door, pulling away to kiss at your neck. He sucks a mark into your skin, just under your ear, where you'll be able to cover it with your hair. Then he goes back to your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip with a smile as he kisses you again.

Suddenly the door swings open and you both go toppling over onto the floor and Kaminari lands on top of you. Mina and Sero have bursted into laughter and Kirishima is trying to contain himself.

"About damn time. You two are fuckin' insufferable when you try to hide this shit." Bakugou snarls.

Kaminari looks down at you and smiles.

"See? I told you they already knew about us."

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Apparently Sansa shipping Mya and Lothor means she had no problems with older men. The way people justified pedophilia is disgusting. Mya was approx 19, lowborn and bastard and wasn't a maid. Sansa knew she was is relationship with Mychael. She only acknowledge that Lothor had soft corner for Mya which she told Myranda. She knew Mya can't be married to Mychael who is highborn and already bethroted which Cat also thought same.

An age gap between adults is totally different from an adult being interested in a child. They can't possibly think that works as a compelling argument.

And, the thing with Sansa is that she didn't randomly romanticize an older man, she noticed that Lothor, who has stepped in and saved her once, is interested in Mya, and then, in response to LF’s assertion that old men/young women are good together, she wonders if Mya likes Lothor too. She cares about what the girl thinks of this:

"She'll wait," Alayne said. "She has to wait."

"Don't be so certain, m'lady. She's half mule herself, that one. I think she'd leave us all to starve before she'd put those animals at risk." He smiled when he said it. He always smiles when he speaks of Mya Stone. Mya was much younger than Ser Lothor, but when her father had been brokering the marriage between Lord Corbray and his merchant's daughter, he'd told her that young girls were always happiest with older men. "Innocence and experience make for a perfect marriage," he had said.

Alayne wondered what Mya made of Ser Lothor. With his squashed nose, square jaw, and nap of woolly grey hair, Brune could not be called comely, but he was not ugly either. It is a common face but an honest one. Though he had risen to knighthood, Ser Lothor's birth had been very low. One night he had told her that he was kin to the Brunes of Brownhollow, an old knightly family from Crackclaw Point. "I went to them when my father died," he confessed, "but they shat on me, and said I was no blood of theirs." He would not speak of what happened after that, except to say that he had learned all he knew of arms the hard way. Sober, he was a quiet man, but a strong one. And Petyr says he's loyal. He trusts him as much as he trusts anyone. Brune would be a good match for a bastard girl like Mya Stone, she thought. It might be different if her father had acknowledged her, but he never did. And Maddy says that she's no maid either.

and that last part is Sansa understanding how her world works and that Mya's options are limited.

Also, I’m not sure that the point of this is really those characters or relationships with age gaps, but rather, Martin trying to push Sansa's own understanding along:

When Alayne returned to the winch room, she found Mya Stone waiting impatiently with Lothor Brune and Mord. She must have come up in the bucket to see what was taking us so long. Slim and sinewy, Mya looked as tough as the old riding leathers she wore beneath her silvery ringmail shirt. Her hair was black as a raven's wing, so short and shaggy that Alayne suspected that she cut it with a dagger. Mya's eyes were her best feature, big and blue. She could be pretty, if she would dress up like a girl. Alayne found herself wondering whether Ser Lothor liked her best in her iron and leather, or dreamed of her gowned in lace and silk. Mya liked to say that her father had been a goat and her mother an owl, but Alayne had gotten the true story from Maddy. Yes, she thought, looking at her now, those are his eyes, and she has his hair too, the thick black hair he shared with Renly.

because her view of love is still very fanciful, removed from the physical, intimate reality of love (lust/sex) which Myranda is quick to correct:

"Ser Lothor is fond of her." Alayne glanced down at the mule girl, twenty steps below. "More than fond."

"Lothor Brune?" Myranda raised an eyebrow. "Does she know?" She did not wait for an answer. "He has no hope, poor man. My father's tried to make a match for Mya, but she'll have none of them. She is half mule, that one."

Despite herself, Alayne found herself warming to the older girl. She had not had a friend to gossip with since poor Jeyne Poole. "Do you think Ser Lothor likes her as she is, in mail and leather?" she asked the older girl, who seemed so worldly-wise. "Or does he dream of her draped in silks and velvets?"

"He's a man. He dreams of her naked." (AFFC, Alayne II)

Before, Sansa has been stripped naked or felt naked in conjunction with violence/violent men, and here, she has seen this decent guy who is obviously in love with a girl and had what that means brought down to the real world. I think that’s purposeful.

It is also interesting that while it's framed as gossip/girlish fun, rulers did have a say in marriages. We're told this is the business of kings, so I think Sansa's concern for the feelings of people, how quick she is to pick up on their affections/desires might have real significance going forward.

Anyway, I don't think you can read the Lothor/Mya stuff and come to the conclusion that the author is normalizing LF or the Hound or Tyrion's interest in Sansa. For starters, Lothor isn’t molesting/assaulting the girl he likes. Contrast. And, Lothor isn’t interested in Mya’s claim (she doesn’t have one), he’s interested in her. Contrast. The Lothor/Mya thing seems to be about genuine attraction to who the person is, and since the Hound was always insulting Sansa and Tyrion resented her and LF is intent on using her as a tool in his plans...well, it isn’t the same at all. I don’t know what Martin will do with it, but so far, the Lothor/Mya stuff just makes their favs look bad.