People Don't Talk Enough About How Fucking Funny It Is That Bruce Can Sub In His Kids As Batman When

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

Hawks Headcanon #4

So this actually relates/parallels to my Dabi headcanon with the sandwiches being a comfort to him.

I imagine that Keigo likes chicken so much, despite being salty and everything, is because it’s something he was never allowed to have as a child. It’s a freedom he didn’t earn until adulthood.

While I don’t know how much chicken is in Japan, I’d imagine it can be expensive with inflation, compared to beans, crackers, water, and bread, which is most likely what Hawks had when living with his criminal father while he was in hiding, because it was easy, simple, and cheap, and money would be tight in hiding.

It could also be why he’s not the biggest fan of salty foods and prefers sweet and savoury food, because it’s something he didn’t have as a child, he never had that comfort.

He was forced to eat salty crackers and stale bread with a bit of bean because it was all he could afford.

So chicken to him was a luxury he never got until he was an adult; it made the bird part of him preen at the fact he was eating something that was natural as a hawk.

Chicken is a comfort to Keigo because it shows how he can make his own small choices, and it shows how he’s free from the shitty childhood he had, being able to eat things his father never would have allowed him to.

So, while sandwiches are a comfort to Dabi because they were the only stability he had when growing up, chicken is a comfort to Keigo because it shows how he’s relatively free from the hand he was given when he was younger, a stability that he’s more free than he was as a child.

I don't think fantasy writers play enough with the concept of the different fantasy races having distinct ethnicities. Like imagine a group of mixed peoples, where the dwarves are all roasting each other like dwarves do, and one of them remarks that when he first saw one of the other dwarves in the group, he mistook her for a man. The other dwarves in the group blink in surprise - the closest that dwarves will go to an audible gasp of shock - and she pulls out a knife and tries to stab him.

Once the dwarves have been separated from each other and the situation has calmed, one of the humans asks another dwarf what that incident was about. Naturally a human woman would have been insulted too, but dwarves are so jovial about insulting each other, why was this matter different?

And the dwarf who was asked explains that there are things you can brutally insult another dwarf about, and there are things you simply do not touch. The dwarf-woman in question is from a completely different region of The Great Underground as the others, and her people have different norms about what kind of patterns men and women braid into their beards. The dwarf insulting her wasn't only insulting her appearance, he was being racist.

The human is surprised to learn that dwarves have different peoples, and the dwarf looks at them like at an idiot. Of course they do, they even look completely different from each other. And the human listens as the dwarf lists off various distinguishing clothing details too nuanced for a human to notice, and then how dwarves coming from different corners of the world have different physical traits, according to what kind of conditions their local stone types dictate.

The human spots a connection and goes oh! We have that too, though ours are not about rock types and tunnel air, but the weather aboveground. Humans' facial features vary by how hot, cold, arid or windy their ancestors' homelands were, and our skin tone varies by how much the sun shines in their native region.

The dwarf frowns at the last part, going "I thought you people just paint your skin and dye your hair for fun", and the human admits that yeah, we do that too, but not all the time, and not the whole skin. The dwarf asks, what of that tall woman the colour of dravite, her palms and the soles of her feet were lighter than the rest of her. Does that mean she paints herself dark to be more beautiful?

The human says no, that just happens naturally. Maybe it's because one's palms and feet aren't exposed to the sun as much, so they are paler.

The dwarf nods, still unsure whether this is actually legit or just the human habit of lying for fun, and proceeds to ask about the wild northman of their party. He is as pale as an olm, but the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet are dark. Are they painted, or naturally that way?

No, the human answers. That guy just doesn't bathe.

Stephanie dying her hair black for an undercover OP

Stephanie: So what you guys think

Dick:

Tim: That is so freaky

Jason: You… you look like Bruce’s mom!

Stephanie: WHAT? No I don’t!

Dick: You do! And it’s so fucking freaky!

Tim: It’s a really fucking eerie resemblance. Are you sure you’re not related to him? Like a distant cousin or something?

Stephanie: Your all fucking insane. I don’t look like her!

Jason: Hold on. Alfred! Can you come here!

Alfred: There is no need to shout Master Jason. Now what is all the commotion?

Jason: We just need to know, does Steph look like Bruce’s mom?

Alfred: Bloody Hell. You do bear a very striking resemblance to the late Martha Wayne, Ms Brown.

Tim: Told you.

Dick: Come on let’s dye it brown before Bruce sees and has a fucking panic attack.

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Hawks Headcanon #5

Warning: This contains majour spoilers for season six and seven of MHA. Please be advised.

I headcanon, when I’m not pretending Hawks didn’t lose his wings in the war, that when it’s over, and he’s no longer able to be a hero, that he’ll do anything to not forget the feeling of wind in his now phantom wings. He’ll do anything to remember the feeling of wind blowing his swept hair in the skies during a high-speed chase.

When he has the time, he’ll watch birds—Whether from outside or through videos—Fly through the air, watching as they tilt their wings, flick a feather to catch a higher drift, and imagine he’s right there with them, flying in the sky and twisting and turning as freely as he wants.

Sometimes, he’ll go up to the tallest skyscraper he can reach wingless, and just feel the wind as it passed by his body, feeling the wind through his ungloved fingertips, and he’ll close his eyes, and sometimes, it feels as if he has his wings again, spread open and ready for him to take the leap.

Sometimes, he’ll play games with either winged characters, or airplane games, and do all the moves he used to in his free time as a hero, and pretend that’s him in the sky.

And sometimes, when he does any or all of that, he can feel his wings again.

Because even though they’re gone, they were still part of him. They’re still in his soul, he is Hawks, and though he has responsibilities as President of the HPSC now, he can’t wait until he’s able to fly with the birds in the clouds once more.

fav idea of dabi just doing odd shit as he gets used to his new meds and shoto just appreciating his brother's attention

Midoriya: What’s working at the hero commission like?

Hawks: Well, it’s rough, but it’s not like we’re working in a coal mine.

Lady Nagant, appearing suddenly: But here’s a secret - it’s way worse than working in a coal mine. It's more dangerous than working in a coal mine. We would love to be working in a coal mine.

Lady Nagant: No one ever told you to assassinate someone in a coal mine.

Dont know if this actually works still, haven’t tried it but ya know…if it does then you're welcome 😂

The writing says “Depends” if it’s too messy to read it.