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Okay, real talk now. People love to tag male characters in posts about women, but this post is gonna take this seriously. Is there actually a canonically male character you believe is a trans woman? Or at least has made into a trans woman for a fanart or a fanfic? Excluding the ones canonically implied.
Sound off in the tags! Link to the fanart or fic if available. Do it. Give me the girls. Make more women.
I LOVE YOUR DADMIGHT STORIES SO MUCH AND THEN I COME ON HERE AND SEE YOU HAVE HEADCANONS?!?!
Yes. Amazing.
I read something about angst headcanons?! Would you like to share with the class?????
I would absolutely love to share with the class.
Something on my brain since forever is Toshinori learning Izuku was the most seriously injured from the summer camp attack
There's no time to rest or even breathe. Toshnori has to keep pushing ahead because it's not over. Bakugou has been taken and Toshinori won't stop until the child is safe and out of the villains' grasp. There's no time to make a personal visit for only his successor as he recovers.
But he ends up at the hospital anyway. Tsukauchi informs him that Yaoyorozu has something she wants to share that she believes will help with the rescue.
They speak with the young girl in awe of her quick thinking and resilience as she hands over the tracker. It truly feels like everything for their counterattack is coming together.
But then they get into the hall. Tsukauchi with tracker in hand, ready to call their special unit and head out, when Toshinori freezes. Drawn to the opposite way down the hall
"This'll take a minute," Tsukauchi says catching him off guard. "You have time, Toshi......go see him."
Toshinori wants to argue but it stops dead in his throat. Because he knows Recovery Girl had gotten here earlier. He'd heard the full report. How many students were in critical condition from the villains' gas, how many injured, and how close to death his kid had come.
"Thank you."
He stands in front of the hospital room door, starting at the handle, still feeling ice cold from when he first saw the nameplate that read: Midoriya Izuku.
He has to breathe, remind himself he's on borrowed time, that he has no choice but to open the door and step inside.
When he does he finds he's not alone. Recovery Girl stands, leaning over the bed. She sighs as he slides the door shut. She doesn't even turn to look at him. Somehow, she must know. He deflates, leaving his muscle form for later when he needs it.
"I didn't expect you to be here. Thought you'd be leading the rescue mission."
"I am...I just..." The words die in his throat as he closes in, rounding so he can see around the old hero's shoulder. His eyes draw up, taking in the thick plaster around each arm. Up, until he's sucking in a sharp breath, as he sees the boy's face. Jaw tight, flush to his cheeks, sweat along his forehead, he looks like he's done nothing in the last 24 hours but fight for his life.
"Is he—?"
"He's stable. I just finished his second round of treatment." Another sigh, and she hops down from the stool she'd been perched on. "But he needs time before I can treat him again...this fever's been doing a number on him."
He doesn't even realize he's filling the space she's made for him until he's right there, knees against the hospital bed.
"I can't stay," he says for some reason. Recovery Girl hums. "We're making our move on the League tonight." And yet he doesn't move. Doesn't thank Recovery Girl for all she's done. He just stands there, frozen.
He can only stand and witness every flinch and twitch of agony that pairs with every small puff into an oxygen mask. He can only reach out so slowly until his knuckles brush against Izuku's burning cheek.
"He's in good hands," Recovery Girl says, voice extremely gentle. Toshinori nods, turning his hand to cup the boy's cheek. "I don't doubt it." For a second Izuku's eyelashes flutter (and Toshi's heart stops) but besides a deep inhale and his head rolling into Toshinori's hand, there's nothing else, no shine of recognition or sign of consciousness. Just fever, delirium, and pain. So, so much pain.
Toshinori lets himself—or tries to—breathe. He takes the boy in. The fact that at the very least Izuku is here, safe, and breathing along with him. Because for now, that has to be enough.
Because All Might's work is not done.
He straightens, from where he'd been practically bowed over the bed. With once last lapse in strength he presses his palm to the boy's forehead, pushes his bangs out of the way, and gently soothes over the bandages that have been wrapped there, before he's forced to pull away.
It's like losing a limb as he does.
"This wasn't your fault, Toshinori."
Wasn't it?
He'd stayed back from the training camp. Left his colleagues and students vulnerable. Left them all to fight so desperately alone.
He's failed as a mentor. All he's done is left Izuku to struggle, so that the boy can only keep using his quirk to the point of breaking—of a physical, no return.
Head down he doesn't stop walking, only barely whispers out, "Thank you for taking care of him..."
But he does pause when he hears her sigh one last time.
"Don't thank me for that...it's what I do." And then. "And what you can do is rescue that child from those villains... and come back safe."
Toshinori blinks, hand raised to the door, ready to pull up his muscle form to rejoin Tsukauchi in the hall. He turns back to find her looking at him, no, through him, before she glances to the quietly breathing boy in the hospital bed, and then back again. She holds Toshinori with a serious glare, one that follows him, along with her words, until the very moment he's watching his boy sail through the sky with his classmates in tow as he faces down his most dangerous foe. The very moment when he realizes as a teacher, as a mentor, as a—she's right, he can't die yet.
If Pearline is willing to cheat on her husband with the first genuinely sweet boy she meets. That says more about the husband and I can't blame her. Especially considering the time period. I also don't blame her because that boy is Sammie. He's literally a sunshine music boy. Of course she'd love him.
Was I the only one rooting for Jazz (Jasmeet) in Namastey London when she told her parents to stop planning a reception because she considered herself single and unmarried? I admit it was sad that Arjun was hurt but that was her parents fault. They manipulated her by tricking her to go on “vacation” in India and then forcing her to get married.
I also hated the ending when she moved back to India with Arjun. But that’s because I didn’t want her parents to get what they wanted at all. They didn’t deserve anything but a huge eff you.
Clark Kent (2025) shows his buddy Jimmy at the Planet a funny reel he recently saw on Instagram, however Jimmy notices that Clark’s logged into his Superman account instead of his private one and that ladies and gentlemen is how Jimmy Olsen finds out that Clark Kent is indeed Superman.
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