can we get some trans spinner for pride month?
I didn't know google does this! So cute!
Any ways,
Here's some trans spin
re: last reblog i want to be in awe of people's imagination and the breadth of interpretation each individual can bring to a text, but my experience in fandom is that, in practice, people will use that imagination to try and headcanon their way out of racist or trans/misogynist or imperialist or pro-police texts.
this line is so jarring to me because if shigaraki really is gone... where are his friends waiting?
up until now we always took their survival for granted, no matter the situation they ended up in. toga's blood loss. dabi's quirk awakening at the brink of death.
but calling back on shiggy's line "even if [...] i turned into an empty shell, i'd still need to become a hero to those guys"
suddenly has me worried about the fate of toga and dabi.
they're waiting for him.
…I discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness… envy and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance…
…I had cast off all feeling, subdued all anguish, to riot in the excess of my despair. Evil thenceforth became my good… The completion of my demoniacal design became an insatiable passion…
…dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment… I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion… But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine…
For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires… I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this?
Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me? …I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on… my blood boils at the recollection of this injustice…
…My work is nearly complete… Do not think that I shall be slow to perform this sacrifice… Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames…
—Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus