Hc That Jax Makes The Most HORRENDOUS Cracking Noises In The Morning And Makes A Huge Show Of Popping

not me thinking about how Alfred must’ve actually been a very obedient and easy teenager for Arthur to parent, at least until the end of the Seven Years’ War. like Arthur would’ve been immensely proud of him??? the Thirteen colonies were the center and world leader of Enlightenment/Western political theory, the colonial colleges were respected institutions of learning, a surprising amount of the (white) population was literate – just in general, it’s easy for me to forget that the US was a major epicenter of law, political theory, and to a lesser degree science in general before it became the US.

like Arthur spends the mid 17th century unable to spend much time with Alfred until the Restoration, but every time he does get to sit down with Alfred for a few hours or so he’s always greatly impressed by how much Alfred reads and writes and debates and experiments. maybe he does or doesn’t realize Alfred is trying to impress him, but either way he’s got a lot of reasons to be very proud of his prodigy of a son, and he’s especially pleased to see him living up to his eponym’s love of learning.

like the English colonists were a bit unique in how they saw themselves and England? like the English colonists considered themselves Englishmen, not, you know, Americans or English colonists. they expected the same treatment from English regardless of which side of the Atlantic they were on. so imo Alfred was actually a very loyal and obedient kid, and he sorta ended up parentified if only to parent himself because Arthur was so busy. I just [clenches fist] love hcs where Alfred is genuinely the Dutiful Son and heir growing up, he manages the businesses of the Kirkland household (because Duncan sure as fuck ain’t doing that at this point in time) and the administration of the colonies in father’s absence and he does a damn good job at it. he’s resourceful and self-reliant enough to take care of himself and of anyone Arthur trusts him with. Alfred being his father’s right hand man is just so special to me.

also I like this characterization a lot because it makes their later relationship more interesting. Alfred goes from heir and trusted lieutenant to the family disappointment no one talks about to eventually Arthur is his right hand rather than the other way around. Alfred is the golden scapegoat personified lol.

I also like the dynamics it makes with his siblings since he’s so aloof that he doesn’t… really even see them as siblings all the time? not maliciously, but he just didn’t grow up with them. prior to the 20th century, the most time he spent with any of them was a single decade with Matt that was honestly pretty antagonistic at points. Successful Eldest Son/Golden Scapegoat embodied, man.

Reading this is insane, the thought of England panicking about the imminent rise of American hegemony and deciding that the best way to deal with it is to fuck and marry Americans is absolutely hilarious 😭😭😭 like "yes please give all of your rich beautiful daughters to our politicians and nobleman so we can tie you to us forever 😀" and the fact that it kind of worked because Winston Churchill was born from such a union and basically founded the Special Relationship between the UK and US that's still going strong today from joint military operations to five eyes to cultural influence that bounces back and forth across Atlantic, what a mad man

Anyway I'm done catching up with My Hero Academia, here are my 2 cents:

Heroes shouldn't have families.

In my personal opinion, Tokoyami deserves more spotlight and development.

And I'm not just saying that because he's my favorite but he's the character who has been most alluded to as a crucial, interesting, or strong character.

Examples:

-To start, he's got a bird head and that apparently has nothing to do with his actual quirk. We don't see canonical examples of him exhibiting avian behaviors even though the fandom Really Wants It, so he's not like the characters whose quirk is "frog" or "rabbit". It doesn't seem to affect his entire body, just his head that is so strange. I want to know what his family looks like, if they're like the Todorokis and the Asuis and they all have varying degrees of bird.

-His actual quirk is Dark Shadow, which is unlike the other quirks seen in the series. He has a sentient being living inside him that can communicate and has feelings and he can Sometimes control it but can lose control of it. Not to mention it was suggested that Dark Shadow gets more ravenous when Tokoyami has negative emotions of some sort. He doesn't seem to actively 100% control Dark Shadow and asks Dark Shadow when he needs to engage in some kind of combat or attack. There is no indication of where it came from in terms of familial lineage.

-He is consistently noted as a very strong character, within the ranks of Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki. He did very well in the entrance exam and the sports festival. No one ever escaped Fatgum's fat until Tokoyami did.

-On that note, Tokoyami had an Entire Thing about going to rescue Hawks because he cares so much about his master. He was crying over Hawks and yet he doesn't show up again until several chapters later. Why.

-Both Tokoyami and Bakugou were captured by the League of Villains because they had something of interest to them, but Tokoyami was freed.

-Almost everything about Tokoyami would give off the impression of someone who's malicious and evil. Very dark, avidly enjoys dark things, has a Shadow Monster living inside him and stronger in the dark. But he's fundamentally good at his core, not wanting to harm others.

-Also the fact he likes goth things and dark things but he can't really be in absolute darkness because of Dark Shadow. That's so ironic. He can't go out in daylight because Dark Shadow is weaker but he can't really go out in darkness either because Dark Shadow can Wreck Havoc.

-There are examples that suggest that Tokoyami and Dark Shadow know more than they may seem to lead on.

Tokoyami just has so much potential to be a critical character why haven't they done anything with him yet.

Arthur on Drunk History recounting Alfred’s story from when he found him all the way to American independence.

that's basically what that old scene of Arthur and Alfred going out for drinks and Arthur getting sloshed af was.

I'm having some very cute and amusing mental images of drunk Arthur describing Alfred as a baby though. he gets very teary-eyed, whether he's talking about how cute Alfred was or about how he had a terribly inconvenient habit of frequently dying from plague and whatnot or how proud Arthur was when Alfred started actually putting on weight and growing. it's just a 20-minute segment of Arthur tearily gushing about how smart and cute his baby was and the actors just have to improvise on how the fuck they're going to act it out onscreen; baby Alfred is played by a grown adult who keeps doing overdramatic swooning and falling to the ground every time Arthur describes a death. there's a witch that appears, somehow, but Arthur doesn't go into detail so the actor is just ?????? Ominous witch onscreen for zero discernible reason.

the rest of the episode is also fun but the baby segment becomes particularly infamous because it's just so fucking ridiculous.

Стиляга

Happy birthday tokoyami!!! 🎃✨

Alfred, as a character and not just a nation, is very intriguing. He’s his brother’s greatest achievement and his greatest disappointment. A failure, but a winner. Put up on a pedal stool from a young age to show off to the rest of the world. He was a catch that everyone wanted, and when he finally got caught, he was paraded around and boasted about like a fancy prize.

People wanted him, but gave up on him as soon as the odds turned against their favor. His family loves the image of him that they created, but are indifferent to how he really is. Rotating between awe and pity and nothing in between. His friends either act like he’s a nuisance or hang off his arm.

He’s needed but scorned. Wanted but pushed away as soon as he’s done with the task, and having them act as they never asked for his help in the first place. As a person, it’s hard not to feel bad for him.

⁺✧.(੭ˊᵕˋ)っς(ˊᵕˋ)੭.✧⁺

OMG SAME DO IT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

Someone should make an animatic of America to the song new money

Today's Menu; 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘢

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Rengoku Kyojuro is a patience young boy. He took pride in that small bit of him because he was aware of how much damages could be done when your emotions were left unchecked. He was patience when it comes to completing his training, patience when it comes to taking care of his little brother and certainly patience when it comes to deal with his father.

But he, just like other normal human beings, had his own limits too.

Kyojuro couldn't helped but to glower down on the waste of food in the trash can -- the food that he and Senjuro had cooked for their dear father. Among the food, scattering around were pieces of papers, one that he recognized its origins based on the writings he could detect from tbe pieces. The food and letters he and Senjuro had made for their dear father. For their father's birthday. Senjuro, bless that small boy, had been nothing but excited and skipping in his steps when he walked around the market with Kyojuro to find the food's ingredients, blabbering on whether their father would like the meal they made for him or not. Senjuro was so excited to show how much progress he had made in writing kanji that he kept redoing the letters all day before.

The least their father could've done would be keeping the letters if he found the food to be inedible for him.

Kyojuro lose the appetite to make himself a dinner, plopping his sheathed sword on the table as he hurried to tie the plastic from the trash can to be put outside before Senjuro could see the fills in it. He wouldn't want his little brother to cry another endless of tears with the lack of love from their father. He kept his hands clenched, keeping down the boiling rage inside him as he walked passed his father's bedroom.

The urge to burst in and scream at the old man was tempting, but Kyojuro knew nothing would be gained through reckless anger.

Yet, even after he finished with putting out the trash and scrubbing his hands clean, he still couldn't sit tight or calm himself. His uniform was dirty from the last mission he just finished. He should take a bath. But he stood there alone in the kitchen, hands still clenching tight. With a huff, Kyojuro placed back his sword into his belt and left the estate to take a walk outside. Danger be damned, if he couldn't tone down his anger, he would be the most dangerous one around lurking in the night. He walked and walked, mind somewhere else, letting his feet to take the lead.

Kyojuro tilted his head up to the sky, pressing his lips. Oh, what would his mother thought of the family situation now? Her absence had a great effect, but his father acted like he was the only one who suffered the most. By God, Kyojuro and Senjuro lost their own mother that day, Senjuro couldn't even remembered how she looked like! They could still lived like it was another normal day, but why couldn't their father did the same? Why couldn't their father be strong enough? Why did it have to be Kyojuro who had to lighten up the household and carried on the responsibility?

He was so tired. He just turned 16 years old last month, give him a break.

Kyojuro stopped walking, his mind snapped back to reality as a new scent stirred in the air. His stomach growled once he recognized the smell to be of a food, alerting him that he had not eaten anything since finishing his mission. Which stall opened at late night near the forest? Maybe it was a demon's trick. With that in mind, he grasped on the hilt of his sword, eyes darting around for any signs of dangers as he continued to walk closer to where the smell would be.

Standing in front of him now was a building, the sign outside introduced him that it was a restaurant. A restaurant in the middle of nowhere? How very suspicious. Kyojuro approached the building and noticed a small whiteboard sign propped near the entrance.

☞ 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧

☞ 𝘞𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯

☞ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴!

☞ 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥

Huh, he never seen such rules before in any food selling places he went to. Looking at the structure of the building, it seemed to be newly built and recently opened. Still suspicious though, why would anyone want to build a restaurant away from the public eyes? The sounds of footsteps coming from the inside caused him to jump in surprise, and peeking out through the entrance was a woman.

She didn't looked Japanese, perhaps a foreigner. The woman noticed Kyojuro standing outside and blinked at him. She stared at him for a good couple of seconds before standing straight, adjusting her headscarf and smiled.

" It's a bit late for you to be out. Would you like to come in for something to eat? "

Kyojuro would have rejected the invitation if it wasn't for his stomach growling louder than before, drawing in the awkwardness and embarrassment in him. The woman tilted her head, her smile seemed amused now. Defeated, Kyojuro covered his red ears with his hair and looked down on his clothes.

" I apologize for my state of clothing. I didn't even know there was a restaurant around here. "

" Do you have blood on them? "

Kyojuro squinted his eyes a little. " I hope not. "

" Hmm, good enough for me. Wash your hands and feet first before coming in. "

The woman disappeared inside the building, leaving Kyojuro to decide what to do. He wished he had bathed first before taking a walk. Dusting off the dirt from his clothes, he took off his footwear and cleaned his hands and feet.

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The inside of the building was much more fascinating that he thought it would be. The lights were bright, clean tables and chairs neatly in their positions and the plants inside made the place looked more lively. He was so busy looking around the facility he didn't realized the woman had placed his order in front of him, as well as his drink. He wasn't sure what to order, so he opted for a noddle meal, in which the woman nodded and told him she had something for him.

The broth looked heavenly thick, white noddles filling in every corner of the bowl, green vegetables and onions in the soup made it looked fresh and the boiled egg and shrimps popping out in between the noodles seemed to glint under the light. It was the same scent he smelled before -- filled with richness and spiciness that smelled so good even before his tongue could taste it first. It was beautiful.

" You're drooling. " The woman offered him chopsticks, seemingly pleased that her cooking looked good. " If you want to use spoon or fork, I'll get them for you. "

Kyojuro smiled back, reaching for the chopsticks. " Thank you for the food. " Careful not to burn himself, he slowly took the first bite of the noddles.

Oh, this. This reminded him of the times his mom would made him noodle soup when he was feeling down. She would also made tempura and sweet potatoes dessert for him, smiling so sweetly as he offered to help her cook. The coconut broth of the meal was delicious, the noodles were easy to chew and swallow. It was both spicy and sweet, bot flavors balancing each other. The food was warm, it was tasty and it was comforting.

" 𝘜𝘮𝘢𝘪! " Kyojuro found himself chanting as he took another bite, again and again until only the broth was left in the still steaming bowl. That was fast. He didn't realized how starving he was.

The woman returned again, napkins in her hands as she lit up at the finished food.

" That good? "

" It was amazing! Delicious! " Kyojuro cried out, noting on how he felt more energetic than before. " What it this meal? Please do tell me! "

She laughed. " It's laksa, usually done with coconut broth or curry flavor. Laksa is a spicy noodle soup from Malaysia, also found in other South East Asian counties including Singapore and Indonesia."

" I feel so much better now! Amazing! " He repeated, eyes twinkling in amazement.

" I am glad you like it, kid. It's on the house. "

" Oh no, I simply cannot -- "

" It's fine, I am about to close anyway. " She insisted, waving the napkins in his face before setting it down on the table. " Besides, I couldn't leave a hungry child out alone, could I? "

" Well then, if you can't receive money as my thank you, then shall I spread the word of your restaurant so you can gain more customers? " He suggested, crossing his arms over his chest. " I do find this place to be too far from the public..."

The woman paused, a flicker of worry could be seen on her face, which then vanished as she gave him a smile.

" I guess that would be nice. Thank you, Rengoku. "

Kyojuro nodded, pleased with the settlement. Belly full, energy recharged and in a good mood, he bid the woman goodnight and hurried back to his house, already thinking of bringing Senjuro to the restaurant and maybe even try on the woman's recipe to try again with gifting his father with another food.

It didn't occured to him of how she knew his name in the first place.