when you're the only person who keeps living through the time loop, the people around you cease to be people and become mere characters. your treatment of them doesn't matter because they're not real and they won't remember. the only way to give anything meaning is to end the loop; their actions don't affect the loop and therefore are meaningless. you're the only one who has the ability to change the future, so anything you do in service of that goal is justified.
but. kim dojka looks at yoo joonghyuk and says no, actually, these characters are people. whether they remember or not is beside the point because they are real right now. and you don't give your life meaning by achieving some accomplishment that retroactively makes everything that came before worth it - you give your life meaning in the living of it.
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Just thinking about Pro-Hero Bakugou losing his cool while out on the field and fighting one of the paparazzi that are constantly following him around. Angrily smashing their camera when they shove it in his face while he’s in the middle of protecting civilians from a villain attack, it’s a heat of the moment reaction when they get in the way of him being able to do his job.
He’s still able to apprehend the villain, and he saves a small boy from certain death— but of course the news headlines don’t see it this way.
“Dynamight loses his cool in public— attacks reporter.”
“Pro-Hero Dynamight out of control? Reporter now unable to return to work from stress.”
“Dynamight breaks a poor reporters camera as they’re trying to do their job.”
“Is Dynamight safe enough to be protecting our streets?”
Bakugou glares at all the different tabloids and magazines that are now scattered across his desk as his PR team show him all the news articles online and the tweets pouring in— a video of the entire incident has gone viral as Bakugou can be heard telling the reporter to “piss off or I’ll blast your fuckin’ face off.”
His team don’t care that he was doing his job. Protecting the streets, saving civilians and minimising destruction of public property. All they see are the headlines manufactured by the media, and the trolls that have never liked him online.
So he’s put on desk duty until things calm down, waiting for the next big “Pro-Hero scandal” to appear so he can get back out on the field. Bakugou is furious, of course. He thinks that it’s a complete waste of his time, and there are far more important things to do. He’s moved down to one of the lower floors as he’s assigned a desk to take phone calls from worried civilians, fill out the paperwork he’s avoided for months and filing the work for sidekicks until he can return to the field.
Bakugou is seething as he makes his way onto the fourteenth floor, certain he’s never even visited this floor in the agency before today. Slouching in the desk chair as he leans his head back on the headrest in frustration as he pouts. This is so fucking shit. Until you come into the office and takes the desk beside his, dropping your bag onto the floor as you begin logging into your computer for the day.
Bakugou’s certain he’s never seen you before, he’d remember. Watching as you begin to check your emails, sipping at the Starbucks cup youd brought in with you. Had you been working in the agency all this time and he just didn’t know? Or maybe you were new-
Now all he can think is maybe desk duty won’t be so bad—
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im so mad that this is a side blog account and not a main account. i started this blog when i was still relatively new to tumblr and i think i was… like. fourteen years old or something. i never thought i would continue for this long, and i never knew so many people would like the content i put out here (i have over 9k followers which is literally mind-blowing, like wow….).
because this isnt a main account, i cant respond to replies left on my posts, i cant really reply to anyone unless i reblog !! i cant even follow people with this blog, it just comes up as my main blog (which is not pjo-related… rip my failed attempts at organising my fandoms to different blogs). so my avenues of interaction with a lot of you are seriously impeded.
so i just want to say i am so thankful for all of you, i read every single person’s tags who reblog my stuff, i read all of your replies and every time im crying screaming rolling around on the ground in agony over the fact i CANT REPLY!!
i know my posts are super inconsistent these days, im glad so many are still here! i think i may change some of my content eventually (never gonna get rid of the incorrect quote stuff, i’ll just be adding some other things like pjo headcanons or analyses or something), just to spice some stuff up on here.
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i gotta draw gloria's cute little outfit. her cute little ensemble. it's baggy men's slacks and a white blouse with a 30's bow situation because the agency makes so little money that she starts walking off with nick's clothes and he's like well i just waived a 30k cap fee because a lady started crying and i feel bad. i can't really object to this
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todd: i'm dirk's right hand arm. man. i'm dirk's everything. i'm his confidante, his best friend. his silly rabbit.
farah: his silly rabbit? is that what dirk calls you?
todd: yeah :/
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- If I had a nickel for every time I posted a photo of a goose and it ended up getting over a thousand notes, I'd have two nickels. I would say 'who can fathom the whims of the tumblr audience', because photos I love often go totally unappreciated in favour of something random I shared on a whim, but clearly there is a trend here. Also, the first time around I warned new followers the goose was a one-time phenomenon, and clearly I lied. There may well be future geese, just keep your expectations reasonably low.
- The other day I was talking to a Japanese friend about how jarring it is to overhear one's native language when living somewhere it isn't spoken often. Forced to eavesdrop because you can't not understand it! (Unlike the blissful white noise attained by zoning out around a language that requires some focus to understand.) Recently a loud American guy has started turning up with a companion at my local breakfast joint and inflicting this very situation upon me at high volume. I might not mind so much if I couldn't still hear him when they sit at the very back of the shop and I at the very front. To be fair, a) they come at the same time daily so it's within my power to simply go earlier and b) I'm sure I've tormented enough people with my own public English conversations (although I don't think anyone will ever accuse me of being loud, after a lifetime of complaints that I'm nigh inaudible). In a moment of pettiness, however, I decided to bring my loud Canadian friend today and sit in the back at their usual table. "I can see why you call him your nemesis" he commented, after witnessing [hearing] the state of things. I felt somewhat validated.
- Further brekkie shop gossip (what a fulfilling social life I have, you see): my slutty bisexual summer completely failed to manifest, but we can still have awkward bisexual autumn. Last week the cute guy who also eats there regularly and I ended up putting our trays away at the same time. He looked at me (probably on the simple basis that I was standing next to him). I glanced back and then quickly away. Outside the shop, he was organising his scooter when something possessed me to make direct eye contact. He gave me the nod, and something possessed me further to smile radiantly in response (albeit under the mask). He smiled back. I ran away.
- Because I agreed to model for a friend at a rope class this weekend, I have been faithfully abstaining from anything that could overly aggravate my ribs in their healing (although this also means I haven't been socialising much, hence the most interesting thing recently being the breakfast shop dynamics) and just going biking instead (safe enough so far). The blissful but brief window of perfect fall weather I waited for all summer has already started edging into "I could go outside and gambol about without getting too sweaty, buuut actually now I'm cold and would like to stay under the blanket." (Complain as I might, I actually do appreciate the return of boot & coat season. Or at least for myself, raised somewhere around the 43rd parallel north, since it's apparently always boot & coat season for locals.)
- I suppose the counselling I started has been having some effect, because I've begun to get some of my shit together (some, not all, but better than nothing). However, I think I will still have to do my December visa run (that ironic ticket to Macau). Because I haven't bought a return yet, I started to ruminate on the possibility of getting another Chinese visa (my previous one was invalidated when I updated the personal details on my new passport)- I could in theory take the ferry to Hong Kong and do it at the same agency where I got my first one, except that things have changed post-Covid and one must enquire personally about their rates and conditions. I may have enquired and am awaiting a response...
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