i’m still angry that sir died before he and izuku became friends. i wish we could have seen more of the nighteye agency dynamic, especially with izuku added to the mix
the hero forums go crazy because the nighteye agency has a new sidekick!! and it’s the boy who exploded all the bones in his arms on live television in his first ever sports festival!!!
izuku and mirio get scary good at fighting alongside each other, to the point that some people begin to genuinely wonder whether they can read each other’s minds
tododeku and miritama double dates????
there’s a new video going viral every other week of izuku and sir getting into a debate argument in some wildly inappropriate time and/or place
izuku is lowkey jealous that sir got to fight alongside all might for five years, but sir is jealous that izuku got to meet world famous scientist and all might’s best friend, david shield
todoroki debuts his newest conspiracy theory that mirio is ALSO all might’s secret lovechild but obviously with a different woman and wow, the former symbol of peace really does get around, huh, not that shouto would blame any of the women, because both of his sons are hot as fuck
izuku is still really new to the whole heroing thing so sir and the others at the agency try to keep the reporters and such away from him as much as possible, not only so he doesn’t get nervous but also because they don’t start learning how to maintain his public image until second year. as a result, most of the world doesn’t know much about him aside from the fact that he can withstand sir nighteye’s glare without so much as flinching, and even goes so far as to PROVOKE the man, so everyone is lowkey terrified of him
sometimes when izuku is on the job he’ll meet some of his teachers acting in their job as heroes, and it’s super trippy for him because the shift in dynamic is so extreme. they call him by his hero name, and even though he’s a sidekick he’s on more equal footing with them, and they treat him as another professional.
EXACTLY YES ADLKJFL;ADJF; my favorite compliment is “I could hear x, y, z’s voice. see their movements” etc and so on. It’s an AMAZING compliment to hear that I have nailed a character’s body language, internal dialogue and responses! 10/10 would agree again.
I know tumblr is filled with lots of digital art, however traditional is my preferred form of drawing. I am an aspiring medical artist and this was a piece i did for my university portfolio. I hope you all enjoy a change in scenery with this traditional B&W, Felt marker piece.
Someone actually ask me about this please because I got myself worked up and have a rant all prepared that I would hate to be wasted. It has pictures, too. And it’s very informational.
@big-mood-energy told me to elaborate, so here we go.
Okay, so basically the tldr is a bowstring is a nearly unstoppable force and your nose is very much not an immoveable object.
The longer version is a bowstring has a couple hundreds of pounds of force behind it on average - it’s what makes the arrow go. It’s why you never dry fire a bow (all that force goes to the arms instead of the arrow and damages them), why you shoot odd color out (the bow will strip off the fletching otherwise, I’ve done that before) and why archers wear bracers. The string has a nasty habit of smacking into your arm, and at best it will leave you with a giant welt and a nasty bruise, at worst it’ll take a good strip of skin off. I’ve done both. My arms are ridiculously short just like the rest of me so the string would smack me right in the crease of the elbow where standard bracers don’t reach. Here’s the type of arm guard I wore back when I was a more active archer because of that:
The leather part goes on the inside of the arm, not the outside, I don’t care how “unfashionable” it looks!
(Btw, I primarily use recurve, but this is all true for compound as well. The whole point of compound is more force for less effort.)
Now you do want to anchor somewhere on your face in order to sight properly, but if you put anything in the way of that string - chin, nose, hair - you better be prepared to lose it. Here’s the worst offender:
Ouch.
Typically, you specifically want to anchor somewhere on your cheekbone or at the corner of your mouth. By corner of your mouth I don’t mean corner of your lips. If you run a finger across your mouth, you should feel a little bump right in the corner. That. You want to anchor right on the side of that bump. Your thumb or pointer finger should be right there. I typically anchor on my cheekbone right below my eye, but for the most part, it is a matter of preference.
Also, face the target, not the bow! Your face should be pointing straight forward, down the shaft, not - not that, look at her chin, oh my god, Katniss:
(This gif is saved to my phone as KatnissMarvoloRiddle.gif)
And while we’re on the subject, I get that movies have to make it look cool, but this is pretty much any archer’s preferred stance:
T-pose with feet shoulder width apart, front foot pointed toward target, bend your arm at the elbow, pull back with your shoulder.
Also, at least they got this part right:
And:
You don’t want to cut off the pads of your fingers because you couldn’t move them away in time, and you really don’t want to put hundreds of pounds of force directly on a joint when you have nice weight-redistributing fat right there.
And don’t squeeze the nock! The arrow will stay on the string, that’s what the nock is for. Your fingers are to keep it on the bow and guide it back.
And by the way, this? is like… the fastest way to get tendonitis:
See how his wrist is turned out? It means he has to pull with his elbow. I’ve done that before. It’s a rookie mistake, and it fucking hurts for a very long time after a very short while.
(Although it is interesting that while it wrecks your arm, it is technically faster to nock, loose, and renock that way if you haven’t had much training, like the Uruk-Hai.)
Tl;dr: Movie archers are dumbasses, and having to watch them be dumbasses is my #1 media pet peeve.
One last thing, re: terminology. You don’t load a bow (unless it’s a crossbow), you nock an arrow. Not knock, N-O-C-K. And you don’t fire an arrow, you loose an arrow.
Hello! I wanted to ask if you could do a Kirishima x ftm reader one shot. Like where he is comforting the reader when there having panic attack cause someone called them a girl and said some nasty things. I apologize if I didn’t do this correctly as this is my first time doing a request. Thank you!
ALRIGHT!! i HOPE THIS IS OKAY ANON!!!
Pairing: Kirishima x Reader
Warnings: Bullying against FTM people, Angst to fluff, Panic attacks
It’s so cold. The sink under your hands reminds you of your surroundings but you feel it drifting out of reach. The mirror in front of you displays a reflection of what seems to be you, a reminder of everything that happened, but you don’t recognise this person at all. You need to get out of here. A ball grows in your throat as sweat drips down your back and trembling steps take you to your haven, your sanctuary, your room.
It was a day like any other, you got up and dressed for school, ate breakfast with the rest of 1-A, and continued like any other hero in training. Everything was going fine and things were always lively here so there was never a dull moment. It was supposed to be a good day.
The ringing of the bell came as a soothing release to the mundane lessons at UA. You stretch your stiff body as you look around to your classmates getting up and make plans for lunch. “Hey, do you want to join us for lunch?” A beaming Izuku approaches your table with gleaming eyes. “Sure sure,” you nodded, ”But let me go to the toilet first, I’ll meet you guys in a bit.” Izuku hummed in agreement and turned away to carry on his conversation with the others as you rose from your seat. You started walking towards the toilet, passing other classrooms and students who were also leaving towards Lunch Rush.
“Ah, it’s that really weird girl from 1-A, right? She dresses so much like a boy, no one will ever love her.”
“Right? It’s so disgusting. Who can trust a hero that can’t decide their own gender. They’re probably only doing this to get attention.”
“It’s so awful, that he-she. Why is she even in 1-A? Freaks don’t deserve to be here.”
Ah, it’s there again. Those comments, you were not surprised to hear them. Your classmates didn’t pry or ask too much when you were shorts and sported short hair, and they don’t judge you when you said you much preferred male pronouns, other than the occasional questions here and there. But you knew life would not be a bed of roses and that there were gonna be people who judged you, but it still stung never the less. Fuck. Your body started feeling hot as you remember the names they used to call you. Was it always so hard to breathe in here? You quickened your pace to enter the handicapped toilet as you feel a ball growing in your throat. A freak. That’s what they said. Will no one ever really love me? Your vision starts to warp as you grasp the sink for balance. It’s so cold.
You need to get out of here.
A noisy redhead stood near outside the toilets. After asking around, he found out you’ll be here, and wanted to wait for you to head towards to cafeteria together. His plans were soon to be cancelled, as you burst out of the toilet running. Your eyes were blurry from being filled with tears, and you barely noticed Kirishima standing there and chasing after you in confusion.
Your dorm. You’re safe there. At your dorm, where no one will judge. You carry yourself into Heights Alliance and crashed into your room, tears flowing freely. This can’t be happening right now. Not in school. It’s been going so well, how can a panic attack come to you now? Fuck. Why did you have to be born this way? Thoughts filled your mind as you started hyperventilating, your body felt so so cold, and tears were falling freely from your face.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” A voice chirped from the silence. It was Kirishima, but how could he be here? Shouldn’t he be in class? “ Please, may I come in?” Before you could answer, you hear your doorknob turn and cautious footsteps approaching you sprawled mass on the floor. Your throat started to feel tighter as you say his hand gingerly approach you, eyes filled with worry. What would he think? It’s not manly to cry, right? Gosh, would he hate me now?
His hand finds the back of your head as he kneels down and pulls you into an embrace. “Breathe in, and out, just like that.” His warm hand strokes through your hair as his voice felt like a blanket around you. You tried to wrap your head around what was happening but all that you felt was your breath steadying, breathing in tune to his, while the worries flew out of the room.
“I don’t know what happened,” He said, “ But no matter what, I’m here for you, okay? It’s gonna be okay because I’m on your side, and no one will come between us. I’ll be even more unbreakable, so no one will dare try to come between us.”
Your head tilted towards him, eyes flowing still as a smile spread across your face. His arms felt so warm, it felt like home, and at that moment, you believed nothing could harm you. Nothing could touch you, because you have the world’s most unbreakable hero on your side. You told him all that had happened as his grip never loosened at all, his face showing an unwavering attentiveness.
“You know, you’re one of the manliest guys I’ve ever met,” he spoke out, causing you to look at him in curiosity. Manly? You? “Yeah, you’re so incredibly strong and manly, it fills me with so much joy and light when I’m around you! I want to be as cool as you too! A-and whoever says otherwise can fuck off!” Your eyes widened as each word left his lips, his mouth broken into a pointy smile.
Your body felt warm at that moment and your face mimicked him, chuckling as well. If the manliest hero ever were to say that, who could say otherwise? Everything felt safe as he held you in your arms and all that you could hear was both of your heartbeats, softly thumping in sync.
Let it continue!!! Here’s my addiction
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This fucking comic had been added to over the course of six years. That’s insane, it’s beautiful. It’s inspiring, all these people from different places at different times some have moved on other still here it’s wild.
i am not, in fact, crying because I am touch starved and emotionally unstable at the moment. i am crying because they are too pure for this world and I’m so thankful @muertawrites showed this to me.
Boomers: All right, which one of you are going to clean up our messes?
Millennials: What?
Gen Z: What?
Millennials: Seriously? We have like no power. You ensured that most of us were saddled with crippling debt, and haven’t raised the minimum wage enough to keep up with inflation so we can never pay back that debt, and have barely enough income to share an apartment with one or two roommates. We’re lucky if we can find one with a washer and dryer in-unit within our price range! We’re so tired and over-worked that we barely have enough energy to text a friend or post a selfie on facebook to let people know we’re still alive. How are we supposed to clean up your messes??
Boomers: Whatever. Entitled lazy Millennials. Always on your phone and posting selfies. Maybe if you worked harder you wouldn’t be in debt. Always wanting things handed to you on a platter. It’s not all about you you know. Generation Me amiright?
Millennials: *sigh*
Boomers: All right, how about you, Gen Z? You’re fresh, young, haven’t got much debt yet, you have your whole shining future ahead of you! You can be an inspiration to the world! How are you going to clean up our messes?
Gen Z: Um, we don’t really have any power either. Most of us aren’t even old enough to vote.
Boomers: Don’t put yourselves down! You’re the future! Put your young minds to work! Maybe you’ll think of solutions we’ve never even considered! Let us know what they are and we’ll implement them for you!
Gen Z: Um, ok. Stop destroying the environment by switching to clean energy instead of drilling for oil. Cut your carbon emissions to slow and eventually halt climate change. Raise minimum wage and give people health care so that we survive into adulthood and can help you clean this mess.
Millennials: I mean, these are the things we’ve been trying to tell them for years, but maybe they’ll actually listen to you since you’re the bright shiny future.
Boomers: What? We wouldn’t even consider doing any of that! What do you know about politics, economics, and the environment anyway? You’re not even old enough to vote! Where do you think the money for all these changes is going to come from? Money doesn’t grow on trees.
Gen Z: Tax the rich.
Boomers: What?! The rich worked hard for their money! It’s really hard pleasing your parents so that you can inherit the fortunes! They have a right to hoard away all the wealth so that no one else can have any.
Gen Z: Okay Boomer.
Boomers: WHAT? How dare you insult us! You know, you’d get a lot more respect if you would try and talk to us instead of being so dismissive of everything we say!
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