River Scene with Shipping, by Samuel Owen, 19th century
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Izuku canonically doesn't remember the river scene
This is actually canon and it appears in the fifth novel of BNHA.
Katsuki, Izuku and Todoroki are having dinner after going on patrol with Endeavour when Todoroki asks them 'why do you have such a bad relationship if you were childhood friends'.
Izuku remains thoughtful that night because he doesn't remember why they fell apart, he only remembers being friends with him and then suddenly not.
So yep, it's canon that Izuku doesn't remember the river scene.
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Cloudy sky painting made with watercolors and colored pencils
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'Beneath Lilies'. Vanessa Palmer.
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Mudflats, River Humber, Hull. Saturday 16 September 2023.
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There's a Winter Soldier gifset about the river scene, with a quote from one of the Russos about Steve being very close to death in that scene. If you know the gifset I'm talking about, please send it over. Tumblr search sucks.
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Boyflux Aquatic Plant - a digital painting based on the colors of the boyflux flag. I really like how this one turned out. I think I’m getting better at this. This is my original art made in Procreate, credit me if you re-post.
[Image description: two long stems sprout from the water, holding up huge green leaves dripping with dew drops. Behind them is a grassy bank, above sunlight shines down on the green leaves. The painting follows the stems below the surface of the water, showing the beams of light sparkling down into the light blue of the waters above and slowly disappearing into darker blue waters below. It’s themed to the light blue, blue, dark blue, and light green of the boyflux flag. End image description.]
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the year is done. i spread the past three hundred sixty-five days before me on the living room carpet.
here is the month i decided to shed everything not deeply committed to my dreams. the day i refused to be a victim to the self-pity. here is the week i slept in the garden. the spring i wrung the self-doubt by its neck. hung your kindness up. took down the calendar. the week i danced so hard my heart learned to float above water again. the summer i unscrewed all the mirrors from their walls. no longer needed to see myself to feel seen. combed the weight out of my hair.
i fold the good days up and place them in my back pocket for safekeeping. draw the match. cremate the unnecessary. the light of the fire warms my toes. i pour myself a glass of warm water to cleanse myself for january. here I go. stronger and wiser into the new.
~ Rupi Kaur
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