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i have a medical condition. it's called LOVING YAGI TOO MUCH

AND IT'S INCURABLE!!!

#this man is actually my Dad

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him mad that I won't let him risk his life out there

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Ultimate Dadmight

#dadmight 🫶🏼

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All Might: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Midoriya: It was me...

All Might: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

#real

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Okay based off this post of mine, this is how I imagined All Might slipping up and calling Midoriya "son" would go.

You know how he often calls him "young Midoriya"?

Well, it is like calling him "son" without outright saying it. It's like how older people (at least where I'm from) call younger people "sweetie" or "honey" as a way of addressing that person because they don't know their name and yet still being polite, usually this is in the case of needing help. So I think nothing of it.

With that, I imagine Midoriya probably thinks nothing of it when All Might calls him "son" out of the blue one day. He doesn't think All Might called him "son" because that's how All Might feels about him. He's so used to "young Midoriya" and knows All Might also calls the other kids by their name with "young" and he hears it from other older people who do the same, so he shrugs it off.

But it's All Might who freaks out like "I called him 'son'. I CALLED MIDORIYA 'SON'!! I wonder if he noticed?"

For the next few days, All Might acts all weird and whatnot and Midoriya still hasn't picked up on it for some time until much later and then freaks out.

#it takes toshi to call izuku ‘son’ at least 10 times before it hits him like an anvil that hes being called son 😭😭😭 #and then both of them start acting weird/freaking out and its all cute and wholesome 😭😭

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I need to infodump about All Might again.

(CW discussion of suicidal thoughts)

I love how much of All Might's story is wrapped up in the insecure and anxiety he has with his hero identity. The physical dichotomy between his small and large state alone is perfect symbolism of his mental state.

Small Might is essentially his "true" self, while All Might is the mask that he wears for the world. But we all know that already.

First is the insecurity he feels in the first half, of being a phony, in a sense, because he can only maintain that form for so long, and that it's not as strong as he used to be. After he defeats AFO and he's exhausted his ability to use his muscle form, he still uses his muscle form at moments for a few seconds or minutes in a way that validates or verifies what he's saying. In other words, he personally believes that people only trust and rely on his muscle form, and do not have the same confidence in him in his small, true form.

All Might spent so long as the Symbol of Peace, that that's the only identity he knows. He only sees any worth in himself as a hero, and so even in his true form, he really only feels that he can contribute any value when he's operating as a hero, and doing hero training, etc.

We see AM's honesty with Aizawa, that AM deals with suicidal temptation, that he needs to find a reason to live. But even how Aizawa comforts him is focusing on, "even now you're a symbol, and you being here is encouraging for people." He doesn't tell AM, "we love you and we still want you here." It's, "even though you can't fight, you're still a heroic symbol."

The other layer I love is the quirkless angst. He was also born quirkless, and now that OFA is gone from him, he is quirkless again. The anxiety he feels as a quirkless, post-glory hero is a foreshadowing of what Izuku will experience once he is no longer a hero and has passed on OFA (or not).

I think this is why I prefer his dub voice, because more than his Japanese voice, in his dub voice I can hear a burned out, middle aged man. (Maybe that's true for a native Japanese speaker, but not for me.)

There are other heroes (in general) that also have end of career crises, but very few actually lose their powers. Most just age out of being able to use them well. But All Might actually lost his power, and so he doesn't even have the mundane use of it to rely on. There's just something about the angst of that that just captures me.

I don't know if I have a point, I just wanted to ramble about All Might angst because I love him so much.

#no bc i swear he deserves Happiness ☹️

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You know what, Midoriya would not be the first one to slip up and call All Might "dad".

All Might would be the first one to slip up and call him "son".

#bro i just bursted into tears #this is so true

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Petition to make the show look like this

#😭😭😭 pls

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#the people are Right .

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#YK WHATS FUNNY IS THAT I WAS LIKE …. THERE IS ONLY ONE ANSWER FOR THIS HELLO ??? AND THEN I READ THE REST OF THE CHOICES 😭😭😭 #DYING RN HELPEPEP

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oh whoops drops fluff all over the floor oh dear oh my god i didnt mean—

The first five days after a disastrous simulation practice, Izuku spends most of his time trying to recover. Toshinori helps him with his stubborn fever.

anyway.

#reading this tonight #🛒 — fic recs

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I'm still disappointed about Hikage's color, HOW IS IT GREEN?!

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SO I MADE A RAGBROS FIC its set after the Of Ballad and Brews event and i just thought i needed two see these to talk without worries.

Genre: fluff + comfort

Blorbo: Kaeya makes Diluc laugh from a childhood joke.

WC: 0.9k

give it a read if youre interested <3

#NO PAIN AND ANGST IN THIS HOUSEHOLD #IVE CRIED ENOUGH #ragbros #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #diluc and kaeya #📃 — joy writes

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All Might, skipping rocks on a lake with Midoriya: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Midoriya: Yeah, it is.

Midoriya: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

#LMAO

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okay so im obsessed w/ fatherly all might??? jdfnsjdlk

#INKO IN THE FIRSY ONE LMAOOO

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dadddddd

#my beloveds

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Dadmight saves his boy from nightmares, featuring some of the softest fluff I’ve ever written.

When he enters the room that lies just one door down from his own, the figure on the bed is shaking, two scarred hands clutching desperately at twisted, sweat-soaked sheets.

“Izuku? My boy?”

Toshinori hadn’t been sleeping anyway, kept awake by chronic insomnia and the lingering aches of the day, and he’s grateful for it now. Grateful that he was quick to hear the pained groans from Izuku’s room and his high-pitched whines. 

Nightmares. A recurring issue in their household, but no less heartbreaking when Toshinori is rushed to his boy’s side in an effort to comfort. Slowly Toshinori lowers himself onto the edge of the mattress, the plush fabric bowing under his weight, yet still, Izuku remains turned away from him. His eyes are squinted shut, a fine sheen of sweat coating his forehead, and his legs squirm underneath All Might-themed sheets. 

The red, white, and blue of them makes this especially painful to Toshinori. Here is his boy, literally wrapped up in his hero, and yet he can’t escape his own mind, forced to fight and defend himself against shadows that All Might–Toshinori–can’t see. 

He swallows the heavy lump in his throat as he raises his hands, coming to softly rest on Izuku’s face. Toshinori may not be able to see the monsters that torment Izuku in the night, but he can still save him. Toshinori will be the hero that All Might can no longer be for the boy.

“Izuku…Izuku wake up,” he coos, thumbs brushing softly at two cheeks that have lost some of their softness over the years, a sharp jaw accompanying them in the passage of time. Izuku’s body is still turned away but Toshinori coaxes Izuku’s head to face him, long eyelashes fluttering as the boy’s eyes dart restlessly beneath them. Izuku does not wake.

“Come on, come on little one, come here,” he says a little louder. He imagines the dreams as tendrils that strangle and choke, and he must pull the child away. The darkness cannot have him; this boy belongs to the light.

With a few more repeated words Toshinori watches as the whimpers subside, Izuku’s breath steadying from panicked whispers to deep inhales, his fingers finally letting go of the sheets that had twisted in clammy palms. Izuku’s hands will ache in the morning from this and Toshinori will be ready, a couple of painkillers with breakfast and an ice pack at the ready. The thought of routine soothes something in his own, swiftly rising chest.

Eventually, green eyes crack open and flit about, unfocused.

“There you are, my boy. You’re here with me, it’s just us.”

“All Migh’?”

It’s a testament to how out of it the boy still is by the name he has chosen; it isn’t often anymore that Izuku doesn’t call him by Toshinori or his favored shortened term, Toshi. The name is something precious to the ex-hero, not having been called such a childish rendition of his name since he was a child. Toshinori is only Toshi to this precious little boy. 

Toshinori nods. “Yes, yes it’s me. It’s your Toshi, Izuku…wake up, please? Come on.”

Toshinori continues to invite wakefulness by patting softly at Izuku’s face, arms, chest. The sweat on Izuku’s skin is drying slowly and his eyes are clearer. Toshinori already prepares himself to get up soon and make some tea, a welcome respite on these nights that the terrors are too strong, the nightmares too intense. When he thinks Izuku is aware enough to know that he will leave but then return, Toshinori tenses his legs to get up.

He’s stopped by a gentle hand on his knee. Izuku’s voice is raspy from sleep when he speaks.

“I don’t want you to go…”

Toshinori feels his chest ache at the words, the pleading in Izuku’s voice and in his eyes almost too much to bear. Toshinori places his hand into damp curls, pushing them back and away from Izuku’s forehead as he smiles gently down at his boy.

The tea can wait.

“Then I won’t.”

#DO YOY HEAR MY SOBBIGN INT EH DISTANCE #UE UE UEE #🛒 — fic recs