I hate how when I come out to other people as aromantic I'm so often met with a version of "don't you think you'll find the one?" and them telling me that I should be open minded and not rule out dating completely.
Like, why do they feel like they need to tell me that? Those words just revive all my doubts that I shouldn't call myself aro and that I'm not "valid" as aromantic. Do they not understand that it took a lot of courage to tell them this personal thing about myself and that them immediately questioning what I've said won't make me feel better?!
It took me over a year of soul-searching to gain the confidence to use this word to describe myself and my experiences, and their first reaction to me letting them in on this knowledge is that I have to be wrong and that it's not okay for me to call myself that.
I literally would have been fine if they just said, "okay, cool."
I hate that aromanticism is still seen as something so negative that people's first reaction to a coming out as aromantic is to console the person coming out (by invalidating them).
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I think one of the things I appreciate most about Skip and Loafer is how it manages to be lowkey about drama in a convincing way. These characters all have flaws and it could so easily spiral out into something huge, but when a character decides to muse to themselves rather than creating conflict with another it never comes off fake in any way? Ultimately most of the characters do just want to get along and not hurt anyone else. It still happens, of course, but there's no way to avoid that entirely in life.
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god the announcement of hnk (houseki no kuni/land of the lustrous) has got me in shambles,,, i haven't read the chapters after the 10 000 years hiatus so i gotta catch up (actually I'll probably re-read the whole thing)
‼️rambling incoming‼️
imo, hnk is one of the best series for deep psychological analysis,,, it had such a deep impact on me when i first read it (like 3 years ago) and still remains in my top best/favorites series 🥹🥹 i could ramble abt it for so long,,, the process of one losing bit by bit the parts of themselves and replacing it with something else (both physically and metaphorically) in an endless need to help others, but also as an own selfish wish to become better than who they used to be. Then looking back, and realizing things were so much simpler back then, and mourning that past self. (The fact that all of this revolves around their self-hatred and the belief that they're worthless is just. It's so heartbreaking to me. They've become so desperate for affirmation and yet still keeps getting hurt, by others and by themself too.)
i have too many feelings about the manga 😭😭 im losing myself to the brainrot, help-
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FEBUWHUMP DAY 7 | MADE TO WATCH | wc: 479
a/n: tw for Yoichi’s canonical hunger strike, and also a tw for a panic attack. man, I really did wish that Izuku would get to run through his predecessors’ memories during the Villain Hunt arc...
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The nightmares run on their own sense of time, and they refuse to be quieted in spite of Izuku and the vestiges’ best efforts to stifle the memories, both foreign and familiar. Izuku resigns himself to the unpleasant task of sitting through them after All Might caught him skipping sleep for the third night in a row--what is the memory of a body crushed beneath rubble compared to All Might’s helpless expression?
This one starts off quietly, at least. An unlit room, silent save for the presence of someone breathing, slow and steady. Izuku can hardly see himself. He knows he is sitting on a warmed floor, but little else.
“You need to get out of here,” says the First, suddenly.
“I haven’t managed that in other memories,” Izuku reminds him. “What happens here? Where is here, anyway?”
“It’s my--it’s my prison. You’ve seen it before. Just not without--without the light.”
“Oh. Where All for One gave you…”
“Yes.” Without warning, the First suddenly sits down next to Izuku, pressing their shoulders together. Izuku puts two and two together--the hiccup-y, gasping tone and the trembling frame--and swallows hard. He wishes the Second, or even the Third, was here to brace their willowy predecessor. “I get out. I get out. I--I know I get out, I get out--”
“Shodaime,” Izuku interjects, and he grasps for the man’s hand, trying to anchor him by interlocking their fingers.
“I can’t even tell when this is. Do you feel it? The hunger?”
He grimaces. “Now I do.” It is a gnawing thing, scratching for attention and still successfully ignored by the memory’s version of First, who only exhales a little louder. Izuku chews his own lip, wondering how to distract the First from dwelling on this hellish existence. “What was the first thing you ate, after?”
The First coughs out a laugh, even as his hand returns the desperate grip. “Oh, you’ll think terribly of them if I tell you. They were so guilty afterwards, even though I told them that it was the best thing I’d had in--in--” His rambling breaks off into a whimper. “Kyuudaime.”
“I’m here,” says Izuku uselessly. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
“It was a protein bar,” the First manages. “It was quite possibly the worst flavor and texture of any protein bar I’d eaten, and trust me, Kenji and Sanjuro fed me lots after they decided I wasn’t a liability.” He shudders. “Kyuudaime, I don’t want you to watch this. Not if it’s the start. Not even if it’s close to the end.”
“Think of it this way,” Izuku returns, even though some animal part of him quails at bearing witness to a prolonged hunger strike staged in the dark. “When we get out of this, I am going to ask All Might for the largest bento possible. And I’ll be sure to enjoy every bite.”
“Please do.”
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