Zukka Im Love

The white part of the fun dip is the best don’t @ me

i am the emotionally distant physically available lover mitski made me internalily romanticize

this is embarrassing

I’m curious…if you’re in the hxh fandom, can you reblog this and tag: your favorite arc, your favorite character, favorite side character, if you read the manga and/or watched the anime, aaaaaaaaaaand how long you’ve been in the fandom?

I love how irrelevant tumblr is. like no celebrities on here, no colleagues or family on here, no one’s famous off tumblr or making money, tbh no ones even updating the site like is there even any staff? who knows? it’s bliss

i don’t ever post abt bnha, but a large part of it for me is how much of a gray area Horikoshi is making the politics of his universe. Bakugou wasn’t just a bully, he was a bully with preconceived notions that society was feeding him from an impressionable age because he was “better,” and “more powerful” than other kids. He, arguably, came from a place of privilege from his genetic makeup. Now, I don’t quite ship them (bc i haven’t been caught up in manga mostly,) but i think their character development is pretty beautiful because Bakugou’s (for the most part) character development is all about unlearning his prejudices and emotionally developing (whether that’s romantic or platonic) an attachment to midoriya-the one they’d had as kids before quirks came into play. Midoriya, I think, understands this, but still believes that they are not equals. His character development comes in the way of being more confident in himself and realizing that, especially with OFA, he is not beneath Bakugou, and he never should’ve thought he was. It’s not as black and white as bullying, because BNHA isn’t some utopian society-in my opinion, Horikoshi designed the society to parallel the extremes of government when that government is in control of immense power (ex. heroes brought up in hero society, villains going down the path of “evil” because they weren’t born of privilege, stuff like that)

why do people ship bakudeku?

like i would understand if bakugou hadn't literally bullied midoriya for the shittiest reason ever

i find it almost impossible that bakugou would catch feelings for midoriya after everything he did.

sure bakugou !spoilers for the manga! apologized to midoriya, but that doesnt mean he has feelings for him

another thing is, why would a victim of bullying/abuse fall in love w the bullier/abuser? like huh? how does that make sense

i dont ship kiribaku or tododeku but i respect those ships more than bakudeku because at least they have good reasons to be a ship.

i dont hate bkdk shippers, i just dislike the ship.

if you disagree about my opinion on this, that's ok. i just wanted to get this off my shoulders.

(to anyone who saw this before i edited it, i realized my mistake. sorry for tagging bakudeku in a post talking about how bakudeku is "confusing " to me. i shouldnt have censored it, and i am seriously deep down to the bottom of my heart, brain, and soul, feeling the most regret i have ever felt. i shouldve thought before tagging the ship, and shouldve thought abt the shoko and shoya situation.)

As one of my favorite authors, intellectuals, feminists, marxists, and people in general, her autobiography was extremely interesting for me. Some of the stances she holds now-just like her thoughts on lesbianism and how it holds a place in her life-were what she thinks, flawed as a younger woman. I think it shows the similarities she has to most people. Her thoughts and opinions are corruptible, like others, but not entirely correct without complete reflection and observation.

I’m going back to Angela Davis’s homophobic description of the dykes she met in jail that she wrote before coming out and I can’t get over how much I’ve seen the same basic framing before:

[“Since the majority of the prisoners seemed to be at least casually involved in the family structure, there had to be a great number of lesbians throughout the jail. Homosexuality is bound to occur on a relatively large scale in any place of sexually segregated confinement. I knew this before I was arrested. I was not prepared, however, for the shock of seeing it so thoroughly entrenched in jail life. There were the masculine and feminine role-playing women; the former, the butches, were called “he.” During the entire six weeks I spent on the seventh floor, I could not bring myself to refer to any woman with a masculine pronoun, although some of them, if they hadn’t been wearing the mandatory dresses, would never have been taken for women. Many of them—both the butches and the femmes—had obviously decided to take up homosexuality during their jail terms in order to make that time a little more exciting, in order to forget the squalor and degradation around them. When they returned to the streets, they would rejoin their men and quickly forget their jail husbands and wives. An important part of the family system was the marriages. Some of them were extremely elaborate—with invitations, a formal ceremony, and some third person acting as the “minister.” The “bride” would prepare for the occasion as if for a real wedding. With all the marriages, the seeking of trysting places, the scheming that went on by one woman to catch another, the conflicts and jealousies—with all this—homosexuality emerged as one of the centers around which life in the House of Detention revolved. Certainly, it was a way to counteract some of the pain of jail life; but objectively, it served to perpetuate all the bad things about the House of Detention. “The Gay Life” was all-consuming; it prevented many of the women from developing their personal dissatisfaction with the conditions around them into a political dissatisfaction, because the homosexual fantasy life provided an easy and attractive channel for escape for many.”]

so many different things to pull out. That butches and femmes are victims who lean on each other in times of crisis and forget about each other as soon as their circumstances are improved, her real horror at the mismatch of genitals and body arrangements on display around her, how frustrated she is by the people she needs to become self-sacrificing communist heroes sinking into distraction instead, her sympathy for those who use skin contact and social relations and healing sex to cope with the overwhelming violence of jail life warring with her disgust for escapism and wasted time, the posing of gay life as an all consuming false identity that takes the place of a real personality, her awareness of how much she was able to accomplish as far as challenging the administration in her short time there compared with what she thinks the other prisoners SHOULD have been able to push for if they weren’t so distracted by sex and family instead.

she recanted all of it later of course, her foreword is full of disappointment at how little she understood when she was that age, but the fact that she did think and feel that is timeless.

“Hobie, you’re not helping.”

“Good.”

#the entirety of pretty sexual by dreamgirl #even the high notes #especially the high notes

mentally ill people reblog with the sad lyric you sing extra loud because you feel it so hard

jjk0 satosugu yuri