THAT IS HOW YOU KNOW HOW SERIOUS ADRIEN WAS AND WHAT HE IS DEALING WITH!

THAT IS HOW YOU KNOW HOW SERIOUS ADRIEN WAS AND WHAT HE IS DEALING WITH!

I liked the jokes in the episodes, though at times there were just too many and didn't help the audience feel the gravitas of Adrien's or even Marinette's dilemmas.

I want you all to realize.

CHAT NOIR DIDNT MAKE A SINGLE JOKE IN THE EPISODE.

HE SAW A MAN TURN INTO A CUCUMBER. AND DIDNT MAKE A JOKE!

I WANT YOU ALL TO REALIZE HOW SERIOUS THIS IS?!

WE SHOULD BE TERRIFIED

The “Uselessness” of Midoriya Izuku

Today, Hori shares an interesting fact through his author’s note:

The poem is called Ame ni mo Makezu in Japan, written by Japanese poet Kenji Miyazawa, and it is a very famous poem. The verse Horikoshi is referring to is [ミンナニデクノボートヨバレ] (originally written in katakana) or “minna ni deku-no-bō to yobare”. Translated straight, means “Called useless by all.”

I’ve always wondered why Izuku never really gets credit or widespread acknowledgement whenever he wins villain fights, of how he doesn’t seem to be known more than being ‘the boy who broke his bones during the U.A. Sports Festival.’ The shared victory against Stain was credited to Endeavor, his personal fight against Overhaul was never televised, and his defeat of Gentle Criminal was never relayed to his classmates.

Even now, he’s known as ‘the cryptid who saves people.’ In the span of the entire manga, Deku never really sought popularity nor money. The closest he did this was when he was told by All Might to announce his presence to the world via the Sports Festival, but even then, he prioritized saving his classmate over winning and wasn’t recognized for his previous victories. He didn’t even receive a single internship offer aside from Gran Torino. Plus, Deku doesn’t exude a natural charm when it comes to scripted interviews.

The poem:

The poem illustrates a person who lives simply, who helps those who are in need of help, and doesn’t get praise for it (nor desires to be praised.) So aside from it’s other meaning ‘dekiru’ or ‘I can do it!’, Deku as a hero name means that he doesn’t seek credit for doing what should come naturally.

But since Izuku choosing it for a hero name is yet another statement: he still hopes to become someone that everyone aspires to. That is, by asking people to call him Deku, he becomes a ‘No One who can save everyone.’

And that is the theme of BnHA. Izuku is supposed to symbolize the turning point, the revolution against the broken Hero Society, the society which is built upon the self-interests of “Heroes” barring a few. Izuku choosing Deku as a name means to impart that anyone who ‘helps/reaches out a hand to those who needed saving without expecting anything in return’ is already a hero.

Read More: The “Popularity” of Midoriya Izuku

Are you going to make a part 2?

Missed Connection

Author’s note: This is set in @buggachat’s bakery enemies au. If you’ve never heard of it before, check the bottom of this fic for a brief summary. (You’ll need it for context.)

Based off buggachat’s comment about Adrien’s wardrobe in her au: “He owns a lot of black. Something about… increasing the chances of being recognized in a crowd. By someone. Perhaps.”

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It had been years, but Marinette’s grief still hit her at odd times. With the smell of hot coffee or the plinking of rain on a metal roof, she’d be fifteen again, overlooking the city with him on a misty Saturday morning. Or the shriek of children playing would jolt her dusty battle nerves back to life and she would suddenly miss the feel of him at her back. Or she would see someone with a smile that was just close enough to his that it made her heart hurt.

Today, it was a glimpse of blond hair.

The crowd was thick as she waited at the crosswalk next to the bakery. It was a fleeting glance through a sea of people. The exact right color. The same style, like he’d kept it the same all these years so she would recognize it. The perfect length to run her fingers through. Pushing on her tiptoes for a better view, Marinette could barely see his shoulders. Black cloth over the right build. The same hair. She could practically see where cat ears would have sat.

The light changed. Strangers brushed past her as she stood there, transfixed. Was it possible? In a city of two million, had she finally found the one she’d been searching for? Marinette blinked, and he disappeared in the stream of people.

Her voice came out in a whisper. “Wait.” And then a shout. “Wait!”

That was him. She’d found him! And she wasn’t going to let him get away again! She scrambled through the crowd, pushing past elbows and skirting around glares.

She reached for him when she saw him, stomach swooping, heart beating.

He turned. Green eyes, warm and trusting.

“Marinette?” he said.

She blinked.

Adrien. It was only Adrien. It hadn’t been- He wasn’t- Marinette’s heart collapsed back in on itself.

He put a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked in the same concerned tone her partner would have used.

Her former partner.

“I’m fine,” Marinette lied. She brushed her cheek, surprised to find it dry.

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Author’s other note: This is based on buggachat’s bakery enemies au here on tumblr (which you seriously need to check out if you haven’t seen yet). For those who are unaware, here’s the gist: Adrien and Marinette never met. Ladynoir was kinda sorta canon-ish. They never traded identities, took Hawk Moth down, and in the final battle the kwamis all went into hibernation. Ladybug and Chat Noir never saw each other again. Fast forward a couple years. Marinette has just moved back to Paris to find out that her parents have hired someone to help out in the bakery: the son of Hawk Moth himself! And Marinette’s sure he must have been in on Hawk Moth’s plans.

Now, go check out the au! It’s one of my most favoritest things to ever come out of this or any other fandom.

Same except I don't have ADHD.

“no i will not elaborate” is such a fun line, but unfortunately i have adhd and am incapable of shutting up. yes i will elaborate

any time someone brings up covid’s survival rate, I go absolutely fucking feral. It doesn’t fucking matter. What matters are the numbers. It could have a 99.9% survival rate, and if enough  people get it, that’s still hundred of thousands of people dead. Millions, dead. 99.9% out of 7 billion is a fucking enormous number. Maybe not an entire city, but MILLIONS. DEAD. FOR NO REASON.