Mouthwashing except Jimmy trips, breaks his neck and fucking dies before he has any time to do horrible Jimmy things to the other characters
A Birthday without a friend
I don't think we talk enough about the fact every time Shouta has interacted with the public/Press he has looked like this:
(Not counting the Sports Festival in which he was all covered up.)
And whenever he's interacted with parents or Guardians of the kids, he looked like this:
Now this is how Shouta usually looks:
Curly and wild hair, facial hair as well, dark eyebags, he's scared many characters just by his looks. (Ochako, Izuku, etc.)
Shouta is a man that has no care for appearances nor how others view him. And yet, he cleaned up in the name of his kids. He, or someone, straightened his hair, maybe even cut it a bit, he shaved, put on a suit and tie, I even think he could have put make up under his eyes because of the lack of heavier eyebags.
Now, we know this. Old news.
But consider:
There's a real possibility that the kids parents have never met Shouta when he was not dressed up, and do not know him as anything else but that cleaned up version.
Can you imagine you meet your kids teacher, he's quiet but polite and well kept. Very straight to the point and well mannered.
Time goes by, parents evening comes up and you're talking with all the teachers, asking about your kid's grades and such, you ask where the homeroom teacher is, Mr Aizawa, they point across the room, you expect to see that quiet but polite man talking to another parent maybe.
Instead you see a sickly tired looking man, curly hair unbrushed and knotted, he's holding a ugly yellow sleeping bag under his arm. He's drinking out of a jelly packet, next to him is a punk rock guy with the ugliest fucking moustache you've ever seen, and a woman who looks like she's from Victoria Secret.
Tell me you would NOT wonder what the FUCK happened.
PLEASE BE CAREFUL FOR ANYONE WHO USES “BLUEBUFFALO” FOR THEIR DOGS!!
No one wants an Impromptu Haircut
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I'll never not be enamoured by Taka's absolutely DERANGED concept of respectability. Being his friend would not grant immunity - if anything else; he'd be so an outright MENACE
One day Mondo is going to wake up with a buzzcut and he'll have to wrestle with the very real possibility that he'll be responsible for the death of another brother.
(inspired by Terror of the ScissorMan by Tsubamemaru Watarizora from Danganronpa Anthology Vol 2 - translation can be found here)
one day taka is super late to class and he starts panicking and mondos like "TECHINICALLY IF YOU GET ON MY SHOULDERS AND I RUN IT'S NOT AGAINST THE RULES" so taka ends up riding ten minutes late into class gladiator style
(or alternative ending where mondo forgets to duck and taka hits his head on the doorway, thus missing the entire class to get stitches)
Round 4 side 1
here are all of my erasermic week sketches from my twitter. it was so much fun doing these and seeing what everyone else did
To the folks who is responding to my silly little poll about how y'all are progressing on projects during this holiday crunch with "I don't make gifts anymore because they are not appreciated", I am so very sorry y'all have had that experience.
I sometimes think we all have.
I no longer paint, because as a teen I spent months on a painting for my sperm donor in yet another attempt to bring out of him the father I always wanted. He promptly began criticizing everything that was wrong. Heartbroken, I took it back on the pretense I was going to "fix" it. Years later, after I finally ended my relationship with him; I burned it in a ritual as a final break from him.
I never painted a picture again. Rarely drew.
Having someone not appreciate your gift or are pointedly indifferent to it will shatter your soul.
To all y'all who have experienced this, I am so very sorry. I give to you my sincerest love and deepest hope that none of us experience that ever again.
Also, I am so proud of y'all for protecting yourselves! It is not worth the pain and anger to go through that shit again. I know some of y'all have that deep-rooted guilt because you have heard "but <insert excuse>" your whole fucking life until it just sits inside you giving your internal bully ammo to hit you with. (Especially true when it comes to family.) Let me assure y'all, it's bullshit and it eventually goes away.
To those who are planning to give handmade gifts, may each and every onr bring the kind of joy that sets your soul alight.