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haleigh-sloth · 1 year

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Hi! I still don't get what the chapter named Part Minus 1 means, It's because Twice? Or it's because The League still can't become heros cause they still need to be saved?

So I talked about it here, but I can expand a little.

Looking back, I think the chapter title back then was very much meant to be confusing and not make sense. It was obviously something we wouldn't get follow up on until now.

I think the "Minus 1" is less about a specific individual being that -1, and more about a set back in the narrative taking place.

Chapter 341--the reception to the chapter when it dropped was mostly positive. We got a moment with Touya being softer than usual toward someone else. He saves his vulnerabilities for when he's alone, or facing members of his family when he doesn't make any efforts to hide his feelings. But with Toga it was less about his vulnerability, and more about him acknowledging hers. Because he can relate to the feeling of running back to the home you were torn away from by circumstance, and seeing that you'll never, ever have a place there again.

I am very much not in agreement with any found family/tight knit/close bond takes on the League's dynamics, but still here in a way, this was positive development for Touya. It showed us more about his own pain--him choosing to go after Toga, because when you get the backstory in chapter 350, 9 chapters later, it puts this moment into a whole new perspective. He acknowledged her vulnerability because he is already fully aware of his own, so he chose to follow her. And we see that he collected Twice's blood and gave it to her, someone he knew would cherish it more than anyone else.

But really, looking at the events of chapter 341, we know nothing that happened was positive in terms of literal events. Toga was faced with reminders of all the loss she's endured--her family and Twice. Touya choosing to go after Toga that day was also him having to face his own pain, because he can relate.

Then we cut to Spinner and Shigaraki, and we knew back then, but have only confirmed it further now, that everything about that situation turned out to be a major set back. Spinner ignored his gut feeling and just did what AFO wanted him to do, because he couldn't let go of his attachment to Tomura's destructive tendencies. And I really don't need to go into a deep explanation of how that turned out. We already know.

Then looking at the League in general. The only LOV member who showed--and still even now--is the only one who seems to be bothered by AFO's takeover of their operation and Tomura becoming a meat puppet is Spinner (due to character flaws his concern wasn't very helpful). Toga and Touya? I mean they don't seem to really care. In fact I'd agree with the take that at this point, they basically abandoned their comrade. Yeah they're still on the same team, but there is no team work. Chapter 341 showed the LOV in shambles, which only further benefits AFO because he's made already vulnerable people even more vulnerable by isolating them.

So I think the chapter title is less about a character in particular--which is what I originally thought--and more about the actual events of the story.

Tomura's body just morphing and growing and evolving beyond his control is not good. Toga feeling hopeless because everything she's ever loved has been taken from her is not good. Touya continuing to obsess over his own death is not good. Spinner making decisions that lead to him eventually becoming a mindless pawn is not good. Nothing that happened in chapter 341 was good.

The three chapters that preceded 341 all had the same title, but progressed up the number line (1, 2, & 3). Then we get a set back, because in the chapter negative events took place. Negative events that would eventually lead to disastrous events for the heroes--hence the "Minus 1".

So now! With all the recent events--involving villains no less--we have started progressing forward in a positive direction. Hence us being back up to 3.

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shig-a-shig-ah · 3 years

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"Tomura, can I ask you something?"

Your voice is quiet, a hesitant breaking of the post-coital tranquility that hangs between you and the man beside you. Normally you would prefer to leave that silence undisturbed, but the question weighing on your mind has done so for days. It sits heavy alongside a slow-growing dread, one that started building the day Tomura revealed his plans to let the good doctor improve him in unfathomable ways.

It had taken several long, silent minutes for you to process that announcement, but when you finally did it had hit you like a punch in the gut. Had wrought flickers of panic in your chest and made it hard to breathe as you tried to imagine four months without him after twice as many with—an unexpectedly visceral reaction. Whatever this is between you, it had started so casually that you had never even considered it could be more than that, hadn’t noticed when it slowly became something you relied on. Not until you were presented with the possibility of its absence.

Facing the loss of this unnamed thing made clear that it is, to you at least, something that isn’t nothing.

"What?" Tomura replies, and you roll over to look at him. His cracked lips are pressed into a thin line as he stares at the ceiling, and you know without asking that he’s also thinking about what it is he's committed to. In the back of your mind you worry that he doesn't want to go through with the transformation, that he's simply waiting for someone to talk him out of it, but you tell yourself that's your own anxiety speaking. That an intervention is not what he wants, not truly.

Even if it was, the person to orchestrate it wouldn't be you. You're too familiar with his doubts and insecurities to question why he feels the need to seek more power, too aware of how hard he took the near-loss of Toga when you fought in Deika City, and how much the narrowness of his victory over Re-Destro weighs on him. So you could never ask him not to take it, this chance to become something more than what he is. Not even when a voice in the back of your head whispers that he might be better off should someone save him from himself.

It's a thought that sharpens and prickles if you dwell on it too long, because you know all too well that no one's ever saved Tomura—not even his Sensei, though All for One had certainly claimed to. It wasn't until the first few months without the man who had taken him in that Tomura began to hesitantly acknowledge that truth, to accept that the life he has led is not what salvation looks like. Such thoughts are but one of the many things he’s cautiously revealed to you during late-night interludes, when he occasionally and carefully unburdens himself of what he doesn't speak to anyone else.

Late nights not unlike this one, though today you'll be the one seeking that catharsis.

Not just yet, though. Anxiety has you worrying at your lip with your teeth to delay speaking your question into existence. You let your mind wander instead to the first time you'd found yourself in Shigaraki's bed, all those months ago.

The particulars of the mission that had gone wrong are hard to recall, lost to a haze of adrenaline and cortisol. What you do remember with startling clarity is that you had almost died. Not in the starkest sense—your body had encountered little true harm—but in the sense that you and many of the others had only returned (mostly) unscathed by the narrowest of margins.

You'd thought it was some vague notion of reassuring him—of making clear no one thought it was Shigaraki's fault—that had you knocking at his door once you'd cleaned yourself off. Now, though, you can admit that offering reassurances may not have been quite what you were looking for, that maybe the weighty, lingering looks the two of you had shared in the weeks leading up to your near-demise had been present in the back of your mind. The incident had left you more shaken than you would have expected: maybe what you had really wanted was simply something to remind you that you were still alive.

And Shigaraki, perceptive as ever, had seemed to know that even when you hadn’t. Looking back, you wonder if that’s because he’d stood in that same position so many times, brushing with death and walking away intact. Perhaps he had even needed the same thing you did—maybe that was the reason his crimson eyes had bored into yours with such intensity the second he opened his door, a look far more raw and hungry than any you had exchanged before.

When he had finally reached out and pulled you to him, pressing his lips to yours with barely-contained need, it had felt at once sudden and long overdue.

After that you had slipped into his room most nights once the others were asleep, and sometime later you had stopped sneaking entirely. The two of you never put a name to what it was, even when it ceased to be purely about sex. You were teammates, allies. Friends, even. It hadn't seemed so strange when the two of you started talking, really talking, sharing things about yourselves you'd both thought would remain unspoken. You had never given any thought to what that dawning familiarity meant.

But now Tomura's leaving you for months and you can't stop yourself from wondering.

The words finally escape your lips.

“Tomura, do you love me?”

"No," he answers at once, and with unbearable ease. No, immediately, as though it's so far outside the realm of possibility as to not warrant even a moment of consideration. The words that come next do little to quell the sting that brings. "I don't love anyone."

Tomura didn’t need to consider that unexpected question—it's an easy truth and he's an honest person, regardless of his other moral failings. Love is something he knows he must have experienced at some point, as a child at the very least; he's fairly certain he loved his sister, and his mother, and even now when he thinks of Mon-Chan there’s a specific warmth that stirs at that recollection, at the memory of soft fur clutched tight in a harmless grip and a warm, velvety tongue soothing his tears. He probably loved Kurogiri and Sensei once, too—thinks it's likely in fact—though that childish sentiment was long ago replaced by something much less pure and much more complicated.

But it has been years since he would have felt such deep familial affections. And the kind of love you're talking about? The sentimental, self-sacrificial kind, the kind that changes you and makes you weak? Tomura has never so much as paused to wonder if that was something he wanted, or of which he was capable: he knows he isn't, not when everything he feels is tainted by that weight that burdens his heart.

No, Tomura's known lust, and a desire for companionship even, for comfort, but he has never so much as entertained the idea of romantic love. The thought of receiving it has never crossed his mind either, and so when he turns his head to look at you and sees the tight smile you're wearing and the unexpected hurt in your eyes, his stomach twists strangely.

Belatedly, it occurs to him why you would ask such a question in the first place.

"Do you love me?"

You grimace, because if he's asking then he already knows the answer. It's the sole reason you had felt so compelled to broach the subject in the first place, the reason you couldn't expel that question from your head no matter how hard you tried, not once you started interrogating your tumultuous reaction to his impending absence.

“Yes,” you say, and Tomura shifts. Sits up and tilts his head back against the headboard, troubled gaze fixing on the ceiling as he seems to consider your admission. His thin lips twist down into a frown.

"Don't," he says, as though it were that easy.

He’s relieved when you don’t respond, only stir beside him. You climb into his lap, knees framing his hips as the sheet falls to reveal your nakedness, and his stomach gives another of those odd flips as his eyes flit from your body, covered in marks from his lips and his teeth, to the ambivalence clearly written on your face.

It bothers him, he realizes. Bothers him that you want something from him that he can't give you, something that lies entirely beyond his capabilities. It's a foreign sort of helplessness, one he doesn't think he could ever overcome, not through sheer force of will or Ujiko's interventions or any of the other avenues available to him. All Tomura can do is lift a hand to cup your face, one thumb brushing over your cheek. It's an attempt to comfort you the best he can, but the way you swallow hard and duck your head to avoid his gaze makes clear that whatever he's doing, it's not that.

"I—" he hesitates, chews at the inside of his cheek. "I'm sorry."

You can’t help the way you wince at those words. Tomura’s never apologized for anything before, not to you or to anyone so far as you know, and you can't help but wonder: Why now? Why this?

It’s a question that will drive you crazy if you allow yourself to think about it long enough, so you don’t. Instead you only shake your head a little and then press your lips to his, trying to drown out those thoughts. It doesn’t quite work—your chest is tight and a hard lump is forming in your throat—but it helps, some of that agitation easing when you focus on the heat of his chest slotted against yours, and his cool fingertips tracing over your back. You try to focus on the kiss instead of your restless thoughts, making every effort to savor this moment because you know that after your admission things will be different.

And even if they somehow weren’t, he leaves tomorrow. You know better than to hope that things could be the same when he returns.

Tomura can sense that dejection. You’re shaking slightly against him, your movements uncharacteristically reserved, and when he peers at you from behind his pale lashes, he spies traces of moisture clinging to your own.

And there it is again, that apprehensive knot tightening in his gut, the one he doesn't quite understand.

He never asked for this. Never made himself responsible for your feelings the way he made himself responsible for the League's well-being, for their dreams. So why does it bother him? Why does this particular inadequacy sit so uneasily in him, leave his neck prickling and his insides wrenching in a way that's wholly unfamiliar?

His mind picks at that puzzle even as he deepens the kiss, wraps his arms more tightly around you and cradles the back of your head. Such mild, dulcet touches are new to him, nothing like your usual desperate rutting, but he knows enough to understand that's how it’s supposed to be when you put some emotion into it, knows that tenderness equates to caring. And he does care, in his own entirely insufficient way.

Will that be enough for you, he wonders? It has to be—it's all he can give you.

You lean in to that delicate touch, even though it comes with a cutting edge that makes your chest ache. You know what he’s doing, trying to compensate, trying to offer some consolation, and you don’t want it, except that you do. You want to indulge in this farce, to let yourself pretend for a moment that you mean something more to him than what he claims. So you trail your hands along his chest, over the contours of his muscles and the familiar scars that decorate his pale skin, and you let him perform this reverence even as you choke back tears.

Even full of ambivalence, you whine under the soft treatment, the feel of calloused fingers lightly rolling the pebbled bud of one nipple, lips sucking softly at your collarbone. You were wet already—the remnants of the fuck you'd shared before your confession, a carnal act that seems hours ago rather than minutes—but you're growing slicker still under his touch, hips rocking slightly as Tomura swells beneath you.

Your hand tangles in the shocks of white haloed around his face, and he groans, tugs you a little closer, ducks his head to mouth at your chest. His tongue moves languidly over the peak of your breast, hot and wet and unbearably gentle. You cling to him more tightly as heat builds in your core.

"Tomura," you whimper against his temple, "Please, I need—"

His hand slips between your legs to cut off that plea, stroking your sex with slow, deliberate movements, thumb circling your apex lightly, teasing at your folds. It's a drastic departure from the way you usually touch each other, heavy-handed and eager in a way that leaves you deliciously sore, covered in bite marks and bruises that linger for days. You whine again, cant your hips to try and spur him on, silently begging for more.

His vermillion eyes scan your face as his other hand traces soft lines down your back, dragging lightly over your flushed skin. He shakes his head distractedly. “Just—” his lips find your own again, a hint more urgently this time as his tongue laps into your mouth, muffling his words “—just let me—”

But he doesn’t finish, doesn’t even fully understand what he’s asking permission for, other than maybe to keep indulging himself in this performance that is arguably as much for him, for assuaging his unexpected guilt, as it is for you.

It's only once you're soaked, slick smeared along your thighs, that he plunges two fingers into you, savoring that way you squirm against them. Your walls flutter when he curls them just right, fingernails digging into his shoulders, sweet pinpricks of pain that finally draw his attention to his own aching arousal jutting beneath you.

You're shuddering and rolling your hips against his hand with small, eager movements, tiny gasps and sighs falling from your lips, sounds much more delicate than he's used to hearing. He likes them all the same. Likes the way you're writhing and struggling to get closer too, your breath hot in his ear as you cling to him, overwhelmed in some way he's not familiar with—not the overstimulation he's driven you to before, but something far more yearning and bittersweet.

Suddenly he understands the appeal of this, of going slow. Suddenly the teasing isn't enough.

Then he's withdrawing with one last curl of his fingers, aligning himself with your entrance and sinking you down onto him, a rumble rising from deep in his chest at the sensation of your cunt gripping him tight. Your wet heat is some of the only peace he's known in these past many months, and as he indulges himself now he's struck with the uncomfortable realization that this will likely be the last time. The only guarantee in his future now is suffering and violence, the torture of the doctor's lab and the carnage that will follow.

It's a thought he would rather distract himself from, and so he tries. He rocks your hips against him, small, unhurried movements like everything else. He dips his hand to rub again at your sex—his touch is light and he worries that teasing won't be enough to guide you where he wants you, clenching and coming around him, but the way you clutch at him in response assuages those concerns.

"Tomura," you murmur, his name quiet on your lips as you repeat it again, and again, and again. He relishes the sound.

Dry lips ghost over your jaw and then lower, nipping and sucking at the exposed column of your throat when you tilt your head back for him, goosebumps rising on your flesh beneath his fingers when his tongue laps over your pulse. It's good, so good, but something about the way you shiver and let out the tiniest mewl also worsens that shame in his gut.

Why does he still feel so guilty?

And then you're whispering his name again, nuzzling your cheek into his before burying your face in the juncture where his neck and shoulder meet, and as those particular movements spark something soft inside him, it finally clicks into place.

He feels guilty because he's glad.

Because he might have loved his Sensei once but his Sensei certainly didn't love him, no matter how hard he'd worked to convince Tomura otherwise. And Kurogiri cares, but—much like Tomura—love is not a thing of which he is capable.

Tomura had thought everyone who would ever—who could ever—love him was dead.

And it's selfish, he knows it's selfish, but the thought that you could love him still brings some slight sense of peace, some balm that lessens that anchor around his heart just the tiniest fraction. It's a small difference, one that doesn't and can't change anything, but it matters in some way he could never put into words.

Your tongue is laving over his neck, the faintly salty taste of his skin sweet on your tongue, when he pulls your head back to kiss you. There's distress on his face, some intangible sadness that you don't understand and that has your heart squeezing painfully behind your ribs. His tongue entwines with yours as you move together with slightly more urgency.

"Is this enough?" he breathes against your lips, his fingers pressing a little harder against that sensitive cluster of nerves between your thighs, his breathing growing more erratic. "It's all I can—"

You nod. Kiss him harder before he can finish, swallowing those words and grinding against him, chasing that climax which is, you know, not the only thing about which he was asking.

And it's not enough, not really, because you're not sure such a thing exists. You could lose yourself in him a thousand times and never truly be satisfied, could trust that he returned your affections and still be discontent with the knowledge that such things are inherently fleeting. But that greed is your own flaw, not his, and you could never begrudge him things that are entirely outside of his control. You'll only gladly take whatever he can offer.

There's a neediness in the way he's clinging to you now as you tremble atop him, something vulnerable and grateful in the whimpers that claw their way up from his throat. And it's too much to bear without falling apart, so you let yourself crumble, core tightening and thighs quaking, that heat inside building until your back is arching and your body is tensing, his teeth catching your lower lip as you cry out.

He witnesses your release with wide, wild eyes, and then he's planting desperate kisses across your face and over your throat, cradling you more tightly against his body as he murmurs a plea into the crook of your neck. "Will you say it?"

It's almost too quiet to hear, buried under your panting and muffled against your skin, and "What?" has already fallen from your lips before you register the words.

When he pulls back to look at you, his expression is so raw and imploring that your breath catches, your hand rising at once to cup his face. His eyes flutter closed under the touch, his motions slowing. "Say it, just—" his face contorts as you roll your hips, a momentary distraction that has him sucking in a sharp hiss of breath. "Just once," he grits out. "Please."

The words are choked, as though the request is painful, and it has your heart swelling and aching at the same time, your forehead falling to rest against his as though that meager touch could reassure him. For all the days it took you to work up the nerve to broach the subject, it takes you no time at all to say the words he's asked to hear.

"I love you, Tomura."

He exhales sharply against your lips, and then he's kissing you again, one hand tangling in your hair and the other guiding you to move more fervently.

"Thank you," he gasps, and then he's spilling over, groaning into your mouth and twitching inside you, arms holding you almost painfully tight. He keeps that fierce grip on you until his breathing has leveled and he's softening inside you, and it's just before he pulls away, just before the two of you disentangle from each other for possibly the last time, that you hear those same words faintly whispered again. "Thank you."

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iwriteficsandmore · 4 years

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As a Villain Stan Chapter 266 broke me, did you think Hawks was capable of doing something like this? I've always seen him as little more... chill and relaxed? i guess? i didn't think he'd actually go for the kill, especially as we havent seen heroes do that before in the series (I mean look at AFO, he is the worst of the worst and they just locked him up). I think this is a big turn in the series if we're actually going to have each side kill each other

Oh, I like this ask! Okie, here’s my scattered thoughts organized a bit, hope you can make sense of them :) For those who’re up to reading this (if it wasn’t obvious by the ask) this will contain spoilers for ch266. I know it’s out officially already but some may not have read it/be caught up to it. Also, in case I dive in to some not so savory topics, do practice discretion. You’ve been forewarned!

Okay, so I’ve separated this answer into 3 parts for you so it’s easier to digest and read :) Pardon the grammar and stuff! Also I realized how freaking long it got after writing so I’m gonna just leave it under ‘read more’.

1. Hawks’ killing someone.

Short answer: yes. It’s always been in the back of my mind that Hawks is capable of such a thing. Setting headcanons aside as much as I’m able to, if we look into his background, the guy was basically indoctrinated into the whole ‘hero’ business. Though a vague comparison and quite a stretch, it kind of reminded me of child soldiers and how’re their trained from a young age for the one purpose. A single difference I see is that Hawks is capable of individual thought. That is to say, he isn’t totally lost his sense of self because of his upbringing as the commission’s trained ‘hero’. But the way I’ve seen it through canon, that same sense of self was greatly shaped by the way he was saved.

Take for example how he says he wants a world where hero’s have more free time than they know what to with thing. The way I’ve seen it, is that it’s a singular idea coming from his experiences, shaped by the life he’s led but in itself shaped by what they’ve made him out to be. If he were a normal hero (i.e. had wanted to become one by his own volition and gone through the whole ordeal like any other kid like the kids from UA or Shiketsu), sure he’d want peace but I highly doubt it’d be so the world and people could rest easy. The way I see it (and this is with the knowledge that we truly don’t know what his own intentions are), if villains are gone and heroes have more free time, it’d allow him freedom that he’s never experienced since the time he got picked up by the Public Hero Comm.

I’ll stop at this example since I’m starting to dig into my own headcanon, but this is what I’ve got so far. I’m not one to overanalyze but given what little we know about his past and upbringing and coupled with the way he was ‘raised’ to be a hero, I was prepared for him to do what he believes has to be for the sake of what mission he’s given. His whole purpose in life has been to be a hero, and what does a hero do? They assure the safety of the populace regardless of the cost. Be that cost come from them or the minority that will be hurt by what they do.

2. Ideology of Heroes and Villains.

As for the point that we haven’t seen a hero do that before, I completely agree. We haven’t. But imo that’s the brilliance of this chapter and overall the build-up we’ve seen to this arc. That is taking into account that Twice has indeed been killed by Hawks (cuz there’s a small part of me that thinks maybe, just maybe he’s still alive. I really like the fellow TwT).

The idea we have of a hero (especially someone like Hawks who, as you said, has’t given off that ‘image’) is a makeshift idea that we’ve had ingrained into us. It’s funny how innately we are aware of the definition of heroes and villains without bothering to think where or how that idea itself formed in our heads. Heroes do the right thing, they are good, and that, by proxy, means not killing. Villains are, by lack of a better word, the bad guys. They hurt others, they’re selfish, and by extension, they’re capable of killing. It’s what the media and other mediums of entertainment have taught us with their archetypes.

But it’s something that, through this chapter and arc, has been cracked in the minds of some and completely broken in the minds of others. Idk if you’re aware (and if i’ve heard things right) about how some Hawks stans are starting to drop him after this chapter and after what he did to Twice. Frankly, I couldn’t care less about those people, but they’re reaction is something that interested me quite a bit. More so the way, they could make such a split second decision with the one action. This is why I’m freaking loving this arc. After ‘my villain academia’ arc, Hori has given us a reason to care about these characters. About Toga, about Twice, about Compress, about Spinner, about Dabi, and especially about Shigaraki. But let’s cut the middle man out and go straight into the one that got this whole ball rolling: Twice. I’ve been in love with the League ever since the Overhaul arc, because since then is when I saw how this little group of misfits was starting to become a wholesome family unit. You saw a little of that in the Kamino arc but imo it started way back in the Overhaul arc. Since then we’ve been implanted with little reasons to like these characters and empathize with them and it was all in preparation for the a grand, bombastic punch in the gut that was the Meta Liberation Army arc. Imo, this chapter may have looked like the turning point, and it may have certainly been, but the damn match that started it all was that arc. It gave readers a reason to care about ‘the others’ and instead of villains, we now have this idea of people ostracized by a society that didn’t give them the opportunity to be themselves. That arc dealt with the cemented idea of ‘villains’.

This chapter dealt the blow to the other side of this coin. Hawks killing Twice, a person we’ve seen to be the product of the very world and society the heroes upheld, was the last drop to shatter the idea of them being all good. We’ve seen/heard of villains killing heroes, but, as you said, we haven’t been privy of the idea of heroes killing villains in this story. And even if we had, that’s not what made this the huge deal that it became. It’s not because it happened that the community is shocked, but because it happened to a character we love. That we became attached to. That we came to know.

Think of it this way. It’s the same reason why it pained us when Nighteye died. We knew Nighteye’s motivations, his hopes, his dreams for the future. And though we knew a little bit of Overhaul, we had been most exposed to Nighteye’s pov. This time, that got turned around on us. Yes, we love Hawks (I stan the damn birb brain) but we don’t really know him. We know the hero, we don’t know the person. Twice, on the other hand, we’ve known the villain. We’ve knew him as Twice when he first got introduced and then got to know him as Bubaigawara Jin. We got to know the person, not just the villain. And it was a shock to see that person die by the hands of what amounts to a completely stranger.

Sorry I’ve gone overboard but I just freaking love this arc for the gut punch it’s serving. It’s quite a simple story writing technique if you strip it down to its bare bones. You give the character importance and it gives weight to their existence. And once you’ve got that weight added, it’s easy to toy around with it. It can make us cheer for them, hate them, empathize with them, and, as is in this case, pain us when they’re gone.

3. Turning point

Like I said before, I agree this is a turning point, not so much for the story but for the stakes involved. We care about both sides, we’ve become attached. So in the end, no matter if more are to die and more to the point, who kills who if it comes down to it, we are gonna get the damn feels of a lifetime. I don’t doubt there’s gonna be losses from both sides. Losses we are gonna mourn like hell. And, if I’m being completely honest though I hope against hope that I’m wrong, I am preparing myself mentally to see Hawks die or be physically handicapped after this arc. If he isn’t, holy crap will that have been the most tense arc of the story for me. If he does, well, I think we’ll be as saddened by it too.

Well that’s as much as I’ve got. Hope it answered your question is a little bit :D I don’t usually write meta-commentary but it was fun to do this :3

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 4 years

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SPOILER ALERTS FOR THE RECENT BNHA CHAPTERS!!

I know I'll be alright, but I'm not tonight I'll be lying awake counting all the mistakes I've made Replaying fights I know I'll be alright, but I'm not tonight I lost a friend, I lost a friend

Amy and Twice and Toga:

Man... why does manga gotta do me like that...? *sigh* That was heartbreaking...

And Amy... she was friends with Twice. And is still friends with Toga. She liked both of them even if they were villains, even if they are the ‘enemies’, even if they attacked her classmates. However, you can’t blame her for that, after all, her own fellow witches have all at least tried to kill each other (including her) several times so she doesn’t hold that against them. It all began during the Summer Training arc into the Kamino Ward Arc.

She first met Toga when the latter snuck up and attacked her, however, Amy was impressed by her speed and sneakiness and the girls instantly just started talking and complimenting each other like two girls at the mall liking each other’s outfits but WITHOUT dissing each other behind each other’s backs. Amy and Toga practically forgot that they were supposed to be fighting each other and instead just talked with Toga outright telling Amy about her new crush, and Amy picked up that she had fallen for Midoriya. As Amy told her nervously that she liked him too, Toga didn’t seem angered or jealous, but rather, ecstatic as she said ‘they had SO much in common!’ much to Amy’s delight.

However, Amy WAS aware that Toga wasn’t stable but she didn’t seem bothered by it since Amy herself isn’t that stable either. Although she was startled when the rest of the villains kidnapped Bakugo and Amy transmutated herself along into the warp in an an attempt to rescue him but ended up getting captured herself.

Toga was excited to see Amy again, and the girls greeted each other way too casually despite everything. Amy then met Twice, who she happily talked to and chatted with, much to Bakugo and Shigaraki’s great annoyance. Bakugo because they were villains and Shigaraki because they were supposed to be intimidating them, but Amy blissfully ignored them both and during her capture she spent most of her time having ‘girl talk’ with Toga while also getting to know Twice. Twice was fond of Amy’s spirited personality as she made him laugh with several of her jokes and the jabs she made at Shigaraki. Amy, although well aware that they were villains, grew very fond of Toga and Twice, and this was despite the fact that the villains put a shock collar around her neck so she didn’t use her magic.

Nonetheless, when Amy requested that the three of them take a selfie together, Toga was all too happy to get Amy’s phone (that they confiscated) as Twice snapped the picture of all three of them together (with Amy still tied up). Their friendship was also solidified with Toga fondly calling Amy ‘Ames’ like everyone tends to call her, and Amy informally calling Toga ‘Himiko-chan’ and Twice by ‘Jin-san’.

However, when Shigaraki made the offer to Bakugo and Amy to join the villains, Amy was much more hesitant because while she liked Toga and Twice, she thought about Shinsou and her other classmates and didn’t want to make a choice. Thankfully, Bakugo reacted by attacking Twice once the two of them were freed and ignored Amy’s pleas for him to not act so impulsively, but in the nick of time, the pro-heroes showed up to rescue them. Toga and Twice didn’t seem bothered by the fact that Amy was going to be rescued as Toga instead just cheerfully told Amy that they should hang out the next time they meet, something Amy happily agrees to, at least until she’s caught in the crossfire of All For One’s entrance and the debris knocks her out and is later rescued by Madison.

Afterwards, a bummed Amy would think about Toga and Twice as she found herself missing them when her classmates weren’t entertaining her the way Toga and Twice did. And when Amy quit UA and isolated herself in her mansion, she would often glance at the selfie that they took together and fondly smile when she thought of the two villains. Amy knew that they came from two different worlds, but felt that she could understand Twice and Toga more than she could her classmates due to coming from a similar street.

Her friendship with the two of them allowed Amy to see more of the flaws of hero society, and seeing heroes beginning to imprison some villains began to bother Amy. Thinking about Twice and Toga and their pasts as she used her divination to find them, allowed her to see into their minds. As she got a glimpse of their pasts, she was overwhelmed with sympathy With Twice being essentially left behind by hero society and never received the help he needed and Toga being forced to fit in with what was ‘normal’ in society. Amy realized that she was treated the same way, with society pressuring her to act like a hero and the fact that she, like Twice, was abandoned by the heroes as well.

As she stayed in her mansion contemplating on whether to remain with her witch sisters or go back to her hero friends, she would also wonder and hope that Toga and Twice were okay.

Later, as Amy returned from her isolation just in time to help her classmates during the War arc, she later froze in horror upon sensing Twice’s death and Toga’s loss. Causing the girl to suffer a breakdown as she realized that one of her friends had died. When everything was over, Amy came to the realization that Cordelia was right, that hero society doesn’t deserve her because of how they treated and discarded people like Toga and Twice even though they needed help. Disgusted, Amy only helps for her classmates’ sake but lost her faith in the pro-heroes officially, even going so far as to call Hawks a ‘murderer’ when she found out that he betrayed, manipulated and led to Twice’s death. She would have even attacked him in the aftermath had it not been for Bakugo stopping her. Afterwards, the young witch retreated back to her mansion to grieve her fallen friend.

Twice’s death ended up playing a role in Amy’s second relapse after recovering, as in the original timeline Amy did not see what happened beyond the Culture Festival arc as Michael was rising to power and it enabled her to return to Robichaux before she could intern with Endeavor. Amy and Mallory saved the world by redeeming Michael, and it allowed Amy to give the pro-heroes another chance, but unfortunately in the new timeline when they once again disappointed her she began to rethink her decision when her friend is killed.

Amy: A good man died... he was a troubled man and so he did bad things and killed people, I won’t deny that... but he was still good. Yet he was cast out... neglected by society... and labeled a villain when no one else but the other ‘villains’ accepted him. That’s not his fault... after all... what the hell did the heroes do for him? Nothing... so many could have done so much... yet nobody did nothing... but it’s my own fault... I made a mistake... I believed that the heroes could improve, I gave them another chance to start caring about the misfits, and not merely select who’s worthy of being rescued... but that was my mistake... giving you liars that chance... I should have let Michael kill every fucking last one of you...

Amy cared so much about Twice that she hatefully muttered to herself that she almost regretted not letting Michael destroy the world because the pro-heroes still did nothing to help people like her, Toga or Twice. However, as Amy thinks of Shinsou and the friends she’s made such as Bakugo, Kaminari, Todoroki, Ashido, Iida and Ashlen (who she had yet to meet in person at the time) she then thinks about her earlier sentiment and realizes that while she lost a friend, she still has some who genuinely care about her and Amy holds back from going on another rampage for the sake of the people she loves. Although Amy had lost her faith in hero society, she still cared enough about her other friends to be on their side and hopefully make sure that they don’t end up like the current pro-heroes.

In the modern day, Amy still isn’t over it and mourns Twice whenever she thinks about him and only hopes that Toga will be okay on this path she’s on. Likewise, Amy grew to dislike Hawks for what he did to Twice, claiming that she will never forgive him for it. Most of her friends disapprove of the fact that she’s friends with her and sometimes scold her for even being kind to the villains, but an irritable Amy almost always tells them that they can’t understand how she feels and they can’t understand how SHE understood them.

Toga might be mentally unstable, but Amy gets defensive when this is pointed out because she’s no different from her and can understand the other girl because she knows what it’s like to be told that she’s ‘not normal’. Likewise, Amy doesn’t hesitate to tell them that she can understand why Twice lost his sanity because the so-called heroes did nothing to help him like they did nothing to help her when she needed it the most.

It’s another sensitive subject for her because it further makes her think about her past traumas and how hero society failed to protect and save her too. And she cared for Twice and still cares for Toga, and she isn’t looking forward the heroes having another conflict with them because despite everything, Toga is Amy’s friend and Twice was also Amy’s friend. And in return, Toga still consider Amy her friend and Twice still thought of Amy as his friend even in his last moments.

Twice’s picture would then go in Amy’s scrapbook full of the people she loved and lost in her life.

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Is software enough to keep pilots safe?

I am a pilot. I am not a software engineer or software writer. That said, I use software like everyone else in just about everything I use every day. As pilots, we are all to familiar with the problems on the Boeing 737 MAX. We are being told that faulty software is the cause. Yes, there were or could have been problems with the pilot training, but Boeing is re-writing the software and when complete, the problem will go away and the aircraft will be safe. Or will it?

Airbus is having an issue as we speak with the A350. In a mandatory airworthiness directive (AD) reissued in July 2019, EASA urged operators to turn their A350s off and on again to prevent “partial or total loss of some avionics systems or functions.”

This must be done at exactly 149 hours.

In 2015, the Boeing 787 suffered a similar yet different problem. A memory overflow bug was discovered that caused the generators to shut themselves down after 248 days of continual power-on operation.

These are just a couple of the latest incidents that are occurring on our newest generation of aircraft. Why are we having these computer-related problems?

I have been doing some research and believe me, it is hard—very hard—to sift through the BS on this subject.

You can test a wing until it breaks. How about software?

In the “old days,” testing was straightforward. As an example, many of us have seen the video of the wing bending on the original Boeing 747. Straightforward. You bend something until it breaks, do it again and again, and you then have a pretty good idea of when it will break. If it is well within the limits you set, you are good to go.

You cannot bend or break software. So, what do you do? You put it through testing that some people consider industry standard and others don’t. Here is what I found for a description on testing.

The definition of software testing, according to the ANSI/IEEE 1059 standard is, “A process of analyzing a software item to detect the differences between existing and required conditions (i.e., defects) and to evaluate the features of the software item.”

Makes sense to me. Let me give you an example. I have a cell phone. It is full of software. How many times must I turn it on and off before it will fail? Will it always fail the same way? Will my model of phone fail for me and you at the same time? We cannot answer these questions. With the bending wing, we can, and we have a very good idea that, at a point in the bending process, the wing will fail.

Software is not a wing. It is a code written for a unit it will help operate. Specifically, source code is made up of the numerous lines of instructions that software programmers write to create all software applications. Once the source code is written, it is compiled into a machine-readable program which is installed on a computer as an application.

So how is it tested so that we are as sure as possible that it will not fail, or we know exactly when it will fail and we can replace it before that time?

There is manual testing, automation testing, static testing and dynamic testing. Then there are approaches to testing like white box, black box and gray box. Finally, there testing levels. They are unit testing, integration testing, system testing, and acceptance testing. This is all very impressive, but it still doesn’t tell me how long that unit will run on the software and why exactly it will fail, like the wing will fail.

So why does software fail? Here is some of what I found on that subject.

Lack of user participation

Changing requirements

Unrealistic or unarticulated project goals

Inaccurate estimates of needed resources

Badly defined system requirements

Poor reporting of the project’s status

Lack of resources

Unmanaged risks

This is all very reassuring. I mentioned that I am a pilot and not a programmer. Given this, how do I know that the software testing that goes into an aircraft is more complete than that which goes into a cell phone? I have no way of knowing that. If a hydraulic pump on an aircraft engine fails, it is sent out and bench tested. A fault is found, and a directive is issued so that all other pumps can be inspected and fixed. All the operators who use those pumps are notified. It is a simple and time-tested procedure.

How do you know when some of that software fails?

Does a software failure on one aircraft necessarily mean that item will fail on all aircraft? With the hydraulic pump we know that things such as temperature, lubrication, vibration, and other factors can cause the failure. How so with software? We are in a highly regulated business. Software and the people who write it are not. They are, for the most part, self-regulated. Once you are a certified as a software engineer, you can write for anyone who will hire you.

Just look at how often the “check engine” light illuminates on a car or truck. That is a computer program. From what I can find out, there is not much more that goes into the software for an aircraft as there is that vehicle.

How often are we faced with software failures in aviation? I suggest that we do not have a clue. Unlike the pump, a software problem can go unreported. With a software failure, maintenance usually just does a reset and the problem goes away and then may or may not reappear. I for one do not believe that we keep a complete record of these small failures. I have experienced it firsthand and I saw the reaction of both my company and the manufacturer.

In one case I was flying an Airbus. On descent, I was about to level at 10,000 feet. I was hand flying the aircraft with the auto-throttles off. I moved the throttles forward and got no response. At that point, I was cleared to 9000 ft. I told the first officer to check for a problem quickly. Everything was in the right place. Everything.

Nothing I could do restored my control of engine power. I was cleared to 7000 feet and I knew that I would be staying there for some time. It was night and the weather was 400 overcast and I was nowhere near an airport I could glide to. At 7000 ft. I purposely let the speed decay to what is known on the Airbus as Alpha Floor. This is a computer program that Airbus installed so that the aircraft could not be stalled (not at all like Boeing’s MCAS). When Alpha Floor is reached, the aircraft is programed to go into TOGA thrust (take off and go-around). My hope was that if a computer glitch got me into this predicament, then the computer might just get me out of it. It did. The aircraft responded as it was supposed to, and everything was restored, and we landed without incident.

On landing I pulled the cockpit voice recorder and flight data recorder tapes and maintenance removed them. I did all that was required for such an incident and went to the hotel.

I was a commuter and when I returned home the next day, my wife was on the phone and told me it was for me. It was my company and Airbus in Toulouse, France. There was a great deal of concern over the incident—as there should have been. In the end, my company sent all the tapes to Airbus to investigate, they did not report it to the regulatory authorities and Airbus did a software change to all their aircraft using that system.

In 1984, I was flying between Dubai and Male, Maldives. I was flying a DC-8 and we had an Omega navigation system on board. It had just been installed and I had never used one before. At exactly the second that the sun broke the horizon that morning, the aircraft started to turn off track. The Omega was driving the autopilot at the time. If I had allowed it to continue, it would have kept turning. I found out later that there was shielding missing in the computer unit that caused this anomaly.

On the Boeing 747-200, some of the autopilots would suddenly and dramatically go into roll mode. I had this happen while flying to Paris one night. It happened to a Taiwanese flight flying from New York to Taipei. The aircraft rolled over onto its back at FL 390 and the crew did not regain control until around FL 170.

When all of these start going off, is it a real emergency or just a computer bug?

And one more. On my second to last flight before retirement, I was flying the polar route to Hong Kong. At about 50 miles past the North Pole, we began to get master caution warnings. “Smoke in the Lavatory,” “Cargo Compartment Smoke,” and the very worst one on an Airbus: “Electrical Smoke or Fire.” These warnings came every seven minutes and before we could react, the warning disappeared from the screen. This went on for the rest of the flight. I contacted my company via sat phone, and they got Airbus on the line. Airbus told me, yes, there is a problem with the warning computer, and they are aware of it. There is a fix coming out in two weeks. Software fix.

These are just the problems I have had. Multiply this by the number of “electric” aircraft we have in the air and the number of problems will be staggering.

Who can you trust, what can you trust?

Ask yourself this. Why do we need all this fly-by-wire and many other computer systems? Let’s face it, manual flight control systems for a pilot are much more intuitive and user-friendly. You can feel an aircraft when flying manual controls but there is no feel in fly by wire. We have all this computer equipment because it is lighter and saves money. Weight is money and airlines love it. Aircraft are designed by engineers and technicians and not by pilots. Yes, they do ask our opinion, but do they really incorporate it into the final design? Very little. The bottom line drives all of this and nothing more.

As pilots we should know what kind of testing is being done on software, who does it and what the expectations of it are. Again, it is up to the regulators to do their job, but I fear as I see what is happening with the MAX, they will allow economics to be the big winner.

I am about to leave flying for good. Many of you on the other hand are just starting. It behooves you to look deeply into this problem as it will probably affect you for the rest of your career.

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