Rantaro: i love the term gender envy. i wanna unlock the other seven deadly gender sins. show me gender greed. i'm like a gender dragon.
Byakuya {gender pride}: f×ck yeah, i'm trans. that's cool as h×ll.
Gundham {gender wrath}: either you give me gender neutral bathrooms or i give you a lobotomy
Kokichi {gender envy}: i like your vibes in the gender sense. give them to me.
Shuuichi {gender greed}: i have seventy-two genders and use thirteen sets of pronouns due to i want to.
Himiko {gender sloth}: gender? oh, i gave up on that years ago. too much effort.
Twogami {gender gluttony}: i am a different gender every day. i go through them like coffee filters. f×ck you.
Miu: my gender is that i'm sexy
yeh….
In the town where I grew up, there was a large statue in one of the parks, of a famous historical white colonizer. I'm not going to say who specifically, suffice it to say that it was someone who wasn't worth memorializing for their deeds. And as you can imagine, this statue was a frequent target of vandalism, with paint or toilet paper or eggs on multiple occasions. Now, the local council was generally pretty lax when it came to repairing potholes or other public damage in the town, but every time, 24 hours after this particular statue was hit, the same person would always appear in a Hi-Vis vest, hat, mask and sunglasses, carrying a bucket of water, and wash it clean. They would do it as quickly as possible, but always made sure the face and the name carved at the bottom were generously scrubbed. This only encouraged people to do it again, and so it became a vicious cycle.
Within a year, the statue had sustained so much damage that it was unrecognizable and the lettering unreadable, so eventually the council came and took it down. Also apparently, the person in the Hi-Vis vest didn't even work for the council. They were supposedly just some 'good samaritan' who cleaned it, often before the council even discovered it needed cleaning, so they just let them do it and ignored the problem. They didn't bother putting the statue up again.
Much later, we found out that the anonymous 'samaritan' had been deliberately washing the statue with a bucket of saltwater, which had dramatically corroded it, causing irreversible accumulative damage far worse than spray paint ever would have done. It's even theorized that they were also often the one spray-painting it, just so that they had an excuse to come back after a day to wash it.
advice from the Todoroki siblings
Another meme dump
bsd 99 meme bcs tecchou in this chapter </3
alternatively:
'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird
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✧ Characters : Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Atsushi, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Poe, Kunikida, Tachihara
✧ Word Count : 6K
✧ Warning : These can be triggering although I don’t know whether they’re accurate since these are simply my analyses, observations, and character study.
Disclaimer : This is a mini project to challenge myself to understand people and characters deeper. There is absolutely nothing personal against those who kin these characters. If I offend/hurt any of you, I apologise in advance.
— 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨
Nihilistic. Commitment issues. Dubious.
You enjoy putting on an act or mindset that chips off pieces of you and it comes both deliberately or by instinct. It can be acting like someone you’re not, forcing yourself to fit into the definition of what’s “normal”, actively having self-destructive thoughts, making yourself hang around people you don’t click with, or sometimes all of them. You’ve lost your sense of creating meaningful bonds with other people because you can’t even be at peace with yourself.
What is self-fulfilment is to you? You place everyone at a safe distance and don’t mind if they leave because of your (artificial) antics. In fact, you foresee it happening. You see no point in connections if everyone is ultimately doomed because of themselves. You feel relief when you find out the hidden sides of other people because you’re uneasy if you don’t. That’s how you fidget. You have to know what’s incoming so you can brace yourself. The wariness is never gone, it’s as if you’re anticipating the exact moment they hurt you. You’re distrustful, never letting your guard down when interacting, even with those whom you like. You don’t want them to know that you know much.
Your awareness that everything lacks permanence combined with your wariness about everyone makes you pessimistic in forming new meaningful relations. Everyone is bound to either leave or screw things up, you see the lack of urgency to make amends to broken relations or to create new ones. You’re happy with who and what you have now, you’re satisfied with your stagnance. Nothing has to change. It’s comfortable this way.
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