Kotaro and Enji are the ones responsible for Tomura and Dabi, the same Toga's parents are responsible for what happened to her.
This is a story about abusive homes and how vulnerable are kids who grew up in them, and how a man would take advantage of it to use those broken kids and try to shape them into whatever they want.
This is a story about parents forcing kids to be someone else because they don't like who their kids are. This is a story about stolen identities and the tragedies of kids and teenagers dying or getting hurt, because their parents wouldn't accept them.
This is a story about parents ignoring the needs of their children because they think they know better. A story about repressing rage and sadness and being punished when you can't hold it back anymore, a story about society discarding kids since they are very young because they don't fit in, because they are scary or look scary or act scary, and scary just means different.
A story about not living to the standards, not being enough, sweet enough, normal enough, special enough, different enough, similar enough.
This is a story about how real tragedies and evil start with the little things, at home, at every home. At school, in the streets. About how dangerous it is to think "it is not my problem because it is not my family or my life". A story about indifference and irresponsibility and children always paying the price.
Always.
When I was “I want him” about a male character im not saying I wanna fuck him. I want him like a spoiled little girl wants a pony, I want to him so I can put him on my shelf for safekeeping, I want him like a good hearty stew on a winter’s evening, I want to put him in a jar and shake it.
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dabi praying at touya's altar is so poetic. he pays adieu to touya because every part of touya in him had died in those three years and ultimately when he visited his home in hopes he could still mend things only to submerged in the same despair that had burned him alive; to learn that he is nothing but a memory on display, to know that his supposed death hasn't changed the meaning of his existence one bit, to live over again that he is still very much replaceable and forgettable to his family and to witness again the very burning house that had once suffocated him in his own fumes, that the same flames still burn fleshes of those who bleed his blood. and along that died everything touya had in himself, which is essentially forgiveness and trying to look for his father's validation that he's enough. dabi was born from years of ruins of a burning household, from years of continuous abuse and mistreatment and pain. from being neglected and constantly living with the truth of not being loved enough. when one hasn't been loved and shown empathy without a condition to fulfil how could one be expected to love and empathize? how could one know love and empathy? dabi was born from touya's ruins that had burned once from the very feelings of lovelessness and grief.
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its getting boring lately, I need a red flag like Dabi in my life to make things spicy and keep me on my toes all the time
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