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a lot of it just boils down to "as you move through the world sometimes you will see ugly people, and that's not a problem that needs solving"
you will see people who are old. you will see people who are fat. you will see people who are disabled. you will see people who are not making an effort to keep up with their hygiene or their hair or their clothes. you will see people wearing clothes and makeup and jewelry of a subculture you find disturbing and offputting. this is all fine. this does not need to be solved.
the offered solution has often been to say "oh no, don't say ugly, they're all beautiful in their way!" but that's not the point. nobody has to be beautiful just to exist, to be in public, to be in your view. that road leads to dudebros saying that women they don't consider sufficiently fuckable should wear bags over their heads. to HOAs urging residents to call the cops on homeless encampments being an 'eyesore' on their beautiful streets. to people pushing for institutionalization so that they don't have to share a public with neurodivergent people. to people demanding that physically divergent people trigger tag photos of themselves.
"everyone is beautiful" works up until you find someone you can't see the beauty in. but it doesn't matter. nobody is entitled to a world populated exclusively by beautiful people. no matter what tv and the internet may have led you to believe.
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Wanted to add these
i can't stop thinking about these. i tear up every time i read them. they tug at my soul in a way that nothing else has before
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I loved you, and that’s why I didn’t want us to meet. I wanted you to hate me. I wanted you to forget about me.
Meguro Ren as Sakura Sou ➤ Ep. 01
SILENT (2022) dir. Kazama Hiroki
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No wonder Izuku is confused regarding romantic feelings.. he doesn’t know how it feels NOT to love. It’s just normal for him.. he’s loved Katsuki since he can remember..hasn’t realised it as a kid and hasn’t had contact with any girls growing up to know how love feels..
Which is why he started distancing himself from Katsuki once he got into UA.. once he started actually spending time with girls.. once he started realising that all this time, he’s been having romantic feelings for his childhood friend… I mean I’d become repressed to death too.
It wasn’t the case of suddenly developing feelings. But rather.. Izuku realising that the feelings he’s been having his entire life.. were actually romantic. Chances are, no one told him he can romantically love someone of the same sex growing up.. so he’s never questioned it.
It’s why he’s questioning everything after black whip activated.. after he lost control of his HEART for his childhood friend for the first time. It’s where he began realising what his feelings ACTUALLY may be. Tho he already shows signs of this during DvK2.
Where he admits to US that he doesn’t feel good about his feelings and about imitating Katsuki. He’s too embarrassed to tell him this. But after Black Whip.. EVEN WE lose access to Izuku’s internal thoughts about Katsuki. And we still haven’t gotten them back.
But now that he’s realised it, he doesn’t think Katsuki could ever feel the same way. In chapter 257, he thinks about how blessed he is to be able to talk to Kacchan normally. But before this he has a thought.. his face changes.. but he cuts himself and smiles, saying he’s blessed.
I think he’s realised he wants so much more than that.. but that he should be grateful for having him in his life at all. It’s also why Katsuki’s apology hit him.. why he was rendered speechless and why his pupils expanded to the max.
Someone he’s loved this whole time, wanting to be by his side? But that scared Izuku away. We don’t know why. Is he scared of OFA turning against him if he lets Katsuki too close? Or is it just Izuku still not believing Katsuki could ever love him back so being close to him.. hurts.
We have Katsuki’s narration in chapter 348 that tells us Izuku never realised when someone has romantic feelings for him until he gets a spelled out confession. So he DOESN’T think Katsuki loves him back. He will have to spell it out to Izuku. This narration foreshadows his confession. Just like it foreshadowed a BUNCH of things that recently happened, but that’s for another post!
But one thing is for sure.. Izuku is over his little embarrassments around girls. Whether he realised he’s gay which is what I believe.. or he knows he’s bisexual and simply got used to girls the way he’s used to guys all these years.. we don’t know.
But his feelings are gonna be a mess and until Katsuki grabs him by his shoulders, shakes him and yells into his face that he’s in love with him, Izuku will keep suppressing his feelings and OFA will keep punishing him for it. He’s confused still. And only Katsuki can help.
It’s why he was gone every time Izuku lost control of his heart.. it’s why he wasn’t allowed to be by Izuku’s side in the hospital.. because he would have told Izuku how he truly feels after witnessing all this.. and we wouldn’t be having a problem we have now.
Izuku sorting his feelings out would have been a crucial part of the strategy. And to prevent this from happening, Katsuki was taken off of every scene where he could witness how special he is to Izuku. And we saw his face when he finally realised it..I can barely recognise him.. if someone showed me this panel months ago and said it’s Katsuki.. much less calling out to IZUKU.. I’d laugh and call them silly..
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If your bkdk love is dwindling then I urge you to watch the Heroes Rising movie and you will once again be enlightened.
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This is bokuto-hinata-feint energy
The fact that we were robbed of a final last duel between Luke and Percy in the last pjo book where Percy uses the disarming technique Luke taught him was villainous.
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The blood on those hands and the blood in my veins
Is one and the same
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The wound in my soul is the absence of the knife
Ever wet in your hold
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Years and years and years
I let you nurture and feed my infinite lonely fears
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I hid in my books and my songs and the corner of my room and in my dreams
Places I hoped you would not find me
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Fruitless... I could feel you watching, waiting
Ready to grab me by the throat the second I let my guard down
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Now, no more.
I refuse.
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When you make to restrain me
I will scream and maul and fight back
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I do not know how to win a war against myself
But it's this or death.
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Can I cry now?
Baymax in the new Baymax! show buying pads for a girl who got her first period and getting help from people, including a trans man.
Some people are really mad about this, when he is literally a health care robot interested in people's physical and emotional needs.
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And just like that, he's gone.
You see, it's because he laughed. He laughed, and I fell in love. He smiled, and my heart found new vessels to pump into, beating faster. He sat next to me, and I died a thousand deaths. He looked into my eyes, and I discovered new dimensions. He listened carefully to my words, and I created a new language.
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Because I'm falling in love with him all over again. Each of the rare days that we spend in each other's company makes my heart only heavier with love and sorrow. Love for all he is to me, sorrow for the fact that we will probably never meet again. I can pretend that messages and letters (though neither of us are good with those) will hold us through years of absence, but it is nothing compared to sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, under the merciful shade, as we have done for the last 4 years.
I wish. I wish I had the courage. But even I realize how completely fruitless it would be to possibly ruin my beautiful friendship - one where he confides freely in me and I him, one where he can put our hands around each other without a second thought, one where words flow so easily even if others may gawk at the same - for a slight chance at hopeless love.
I wish. I wish so many reasons did not doom me to only hoping with all my heart that he would've been my first for many experiences, instead of simply pining from the corner of my lonely soul forevermore.
I wish. I wish he was not leaving in just a few days and that this dreaded feeling of loss was not so prevalent because, in his own words: we may yet meet again, life takes you places even if you reside in different halves of this dying world.
I know. I know I will never forget this love of mine. I will never look back with regret or embarrassment on what I feel for him because the only thing there is to gaze at here is beauty unfound. No matter what my past was, I deem this my first love. I will hold him proudly in my heart as he holds my hand on happy days.
You see, it's because he laughed. He laughed, and I fell in love. He smiled, and my heart found new vessels to pump into, beating faster. He sat next to me, and I died a thousand deaths. He looked into my eyes, and I discovered new dimensions. He listened carefully to my words, and I created a new language.
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His hands were so close. I wanted to grab them. Hold them. I wanted to intertwine my fingers with his gentle ones. I wanted to explore the map of veins and tendons that stood stark against his skin. I wanted those arms to hold me as I felt hopeless yet again. I wanted those hands to speak a thousand words without uttering a single noise. They were so close. And yet miles and miles away. Those hands and the peculiar gestures they make. Those hands love in a world apart. Those hands are not for me. Not yet at least. Those fingers don't lay soft against my face, wiping away the rain. They lay by his side, too far for me to reach. I could not grab those shoulders and shake him until he saw my torment. I must wait until those eyes find the truth themselves. Those hands speak to me just as much as he does. But those hands are not mine to touch.
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