KATSUKI BAKUGO:
-Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No Problem:
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Finale
-Just A Spark
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,
Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,
-You Scratch My Back
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
-What's In A Nickname? (Oneshot)
-Sneaky Bird...
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,
-A Delightful Disaster (Oneshot)
-Number One In My Heart (Oneshot)
-How to Break Your Nerd (Oneshot)
EIJIROU KIRISHIMA:
-Glasses (Oneshot)
MULTIPLE:
-Oiran of Musutafu
Prelude, Part 1, Part 2,
FIELDS OF MISTRIA:
MARCH:
-Untitled series
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
MY TIME AT SANDROCK:
LOGAN:
-Untitled Oneshot
-The Situation (Oneshot)
-A Builder and Her Beau (WIP)
I'm excited and proud and pissed off, because the box office numbers for Iron Lung are impressive, but also disingenuous.
Gross Income is not the same as Profit.
Sam Raimi's Send Help, going into day 4, sits at 20mil, which is a net negative, 50% behind its 40mil budget.
Avatar, touted as the highest profiting film of all time, made a 237% net profit over its entire run.
The final Hxrry Pxtter movie made a 360% net profit.
Mark Fischbach's Iron Lung has turned a 570% net profit. In three days.
3mil-18mil isn't impressive on its face, next to a $500mil film making $2bn. Raw numbers are raw numbers. but for return on investment, Iron Lung is not only running with the biggest studios in the world -- it's crushing them.
To put it in simple terms, all theatrical releases have to make back AT LEAST twice what they cost to make. I say "at least," because most theatrical movies spend a fuckton on advertising, and several of them spend even more on merchandising.
Iron Lung had basically NO advertising, and a negligible amount of merchandising. For a normal movie, that means that nobody goes to see the movie because they've never heard of it, and the movie can't cover any of the lost box office revenue with merch sales (you CAN have a box office bomb recover its budget with merch sales).
A theatrical release earning back its budget and then some on nothing but word of mouth and a loyal, pre-established fanbase is unprecedented. It doesn't happen. Ever.
THAT'S why Hollywood is pissed. Because to executives, a puny internet personality self-funding a passion project with basically no advertising or merch shouldn't happen. To them, it defies all logic. They've been putting billions upon billions of dollars into advertising, merchandising, celebrity casting, huge sets, expensive CGI, and so much more; and then this "nobody" comes along and succeeds with none of that.
There's a starman waiting in the sky...He'd like to come and meet us but he thinks he'd blow our minds. There's a starman waiting in the sky...He's told us not to blow it'cause he knows it's all worthwhile...
(David Bowie-Starman)
A handwritten note, scrawled in Arabic on a torn cigarette pack, was discovered on the ground last week in Pozzallo as migrants filed off a ship. It was from someone initialed “A” to someone else initialed “R.”
“I wanted to be with you,” read the note. “Don’t you dare forget me. I love you very much. My wish is for you not to forget me. Be well my love. A loves R. I love you.”
كلمات عربية مكتوبة بخط اليد على غلاف علبة سجائر ممزقة عُثر عليها بعد إنقاذ مركب لمهاجريين غير شرعيين لإيطاليا من أ لـ ر
The New York Times | T.B : Lynsey Addario
Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No Problem pt. 16 (The bday party, part 1)
One year.
One year of feeling lost. Of feeling pain. Happiness. Discovery.
And a new life.
One year had officially passed, and now Katsumi was considered a toddler.
A toddler, who at this very moment was trying to grab at her birthday tiara. "Oh, Katsumi!" You huffed, looking over from your decorating. You kneeled down, fixing her hair and she squealed.
You were in the process of setting up for the party-you had gotten a special area in Musutafu Park to yourselves, and even had a few park rangers make sure you and your friends and family were undisturbed.
After all, there were going to be alot of high profile heroes coming to this birthday bash.
And the weather? Perfect. Not a cloud in the sky, and no villainous activity reported. Grass was green, and birds sang their daily songs.
Just perfect.
As you went back to tacking up more streamers in the pagoda area, you turned to look at your child once more.
Katsumi herself was (of course) in a Dynamight onesie, a bright red orange tulle tutu clung to her pudgy waist. She gnawed one hand, the other grasping at her crown. She sat on the grass in a small playpen, a few toys scattered around her with an old picnic blanket underneath. She looked around in wonder, those signature red eyes seemingly never blinking as she took in her surroundings.
You smiled.
One year. And here you were.
Thriving-some days, surviving.
But today?
Today, you really were a Pro Mama.
You were interrupted from your musings with the crunch of tires on gravel, and a car door slamming.
"I got the streamers!" You heard Mitsuki, holding up a box trimphantly as she hurried out of her and Masaru's car. You smiled gratefully.
"Is that all?" You asked, climbing down the step stool. Mitsuki nodded, grinning.
"Yup! Katsuki said he would be here any minute, he just had to pick up the extra drinks."
You nodded, and saw Masaru coming over with another box.
A...big box. Wrapped in shiny pink paper, a white bow festooned on top. Your eyebrows shot up. "Uh...you guys really didn't have to get her anything..." you trailed off, watching Masaru struggle to hold it. Mitsuki waved you off, and went over to Katsumi. She scooped her up.
"Of course we did! Shes our one and only grandchild! You only get one first birthday in a lifetime, y'know?" She nuzzled Katsumi, who squealed delightfully.
"Shit!"
The two of you winced at Katsumi's happy outburst. "...Yeah, definitely my grandchild." Mitsuki said, smirking. You sighed.
The time was getting close to the party. Everything was set-Sato, true to his word brought all the sweets of all kinds. The cake, however was a masterpiece. "S-sato?" You uttered, staring up at the multi-tiered cake. It was festooned in bright pink, purple, red, blue, yellow...really, all colors of the rainbow. The logos of all your friend's pro-hero names were all over the cake, with pretty crowns and sparkles to top it all off. You stared at the almost gaudy cake, wondering if you could even eat it.
He looked up and smiled. "Too much?" He asked, smiling sheepishly as he set it down on one of the tables. You cocked your head in wonder.
Yes, it was.
But, in its own way..."No," you shook your head, grinning; "its perfect."
He smiled, nodding. "Yeah. I mean, she only turns one once, yeah? Might as well make it a blast!"
That seemed to be the running theme of the day; you only turn one once.
As you helped Sato set up the other goodies, more of your friends came in.
The first group being Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima who...were all dressed up.
As princesses.
"...Uh..." you stared at their garishly sparkly outfits. "I thought you were all going to dress in your hero costumes? I...I have crowns if you wanted to-"
"Nah! We wanted to do something a little different!" Kirishima grinned, flexing in his tulle and satin princess dress. It was a hot pink number, all sparkles and tulle. His hero logo, two red 'R's were plastered on the front, also very sparkly. He still had his hero costume bottoms and boots on, making it look as if he threw on the dress as an after thought. The other two were in similar dress, albeit different colors. Kaminari's was yellow and black, while Sero's was white and black. Their crowns were sparkly and very much plastic, and looked as if they didn't exactly fit their heads.
It was all together hilarious. You suppressed a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. "Very nice, you three." You said, a giggle barely eking out.
Kaminari nodded. "Yeah, we're like...the best dressed here. Next to the birthday girl, that is!" He turned, seeing her being held by Sato, who was pointing out all the different colored cupcakes to her. "Heeey, Sugarman! Can I snag a cupcake and that little cupcake?" As the blonde sauntered over to the two, you looked over at Kirishima and Sero.
"Thanks for coming, you guys. Katsuki and I appreciate it." You said, a small smile gracing your features. They grinned back.
"'Course! Wouldn't miss it for the world!" Kirishima said, giving a thumbs up.
"Speaking of, where is Bakugo anyways?" Sero asked, a hand on his hip. Your smile wavered as you looked at the time on your phone.
"Uhm...he should be here soon..." you frowned.
It was getting close to party time.
"Ah, don't worry! Bakugo's on his way, I'm sure!" The red head said.
You gave a short nod. "Yeah..." You kept the smile on your face, but you couldn't help but let the worry keep into your consciousness.
Where was he?
Katsuki could have screamed.
He gripped the steering wheel, leather creaking under his scarred hands.
He stared down multiple cars, bumper to bumper as he barely inched forward every few minutes.
"Goddammit...!" He slammed the palm of his hand on the wheel, gritting his teeth. He leaned out the window, his eyes following the path of traffic.
And of course...Villains.
It had to be villains. Stupid criminal scum, fucking things up as they did best. It looked like a car jacking of some sort. It seemed like there were already at least two heroes on the scene and a handful of policemen, but it didn't seem to be enough.
Or at least, not enough to move traffic. He leaned back into the car, and looked at the few last minute items you and his mother had asked to bring.
A bag of cups, and some extra soda.
And his hero costume, in its case. He frowned.
Maybe if he were out there, handling shit-traffic would actually start to move....He flexed his jaw, and sighed. He grabbed his costume suitcase, and opened the car door.
Hopefully, he wouldn't regret this...
You were pacing in the pavillion, most of the guests having been there for at least half an hour. "Hes got ten more minutes." You mumbled under your breath, nibbling on your thumbnail. Izuku was with you, sipping on some cola.
"M-Maybe he had to take a detour?" He offered, tugging his iconic yellow cape. You shook your head.
"Doubtful. You know as well as I do that he doesn't do detours." You muttered, sitting down on a bench. He sat next to you, setting his cup aside. You both watched Katsumi, who seemed to bask in the attention she was getting from everyone. "He was supposed to be here half an hour ago." You frowned, folding your arms over your chest. "And he isn't answering his calls."
Izuku sighed. "I can try calling him."
You nodded. "You can try, but if he won't answer me..." He sighed, knowing what you meant.
He dialed anyways, and you watched as his face fell, getting a voice message. He hung up and sighed. "Yeah, that was pointless." He muttered to himself.
Mitsuki came up to the two of you, and huffed. "That brat better not be taking a last minute mission or patrol!" She grumbled, hands on hips. "I swear, if he has the gall to on his daughter's first birthday, I'll kick his ass so hard, his war injuries will look like papercuts!"
You and Katsuki winced. Katsuki may have been one of the strongest heroes in Japan, but his mother was another level entirely.
You sighed softly, probably for the 80th time that hour. "I believe in him. I'm sure something got in the way or-"
A tire screech stopped everyone, and you all turned to a familiar black porsche hastily parking in the parking lot. You got up, and your eyes went wide as a rather banged up Katsuki clambered out, holding up the bag of cups and soda.
"...Hey." He said gruffly, giving a cocky grin. "Got the shit."
He was in his hero outfit, which was completely dirtied. he had a busted lip, a bruised cheek, and soot in his hair. Your eye twitched.
"Woah, Bakugo! What happened to you??" Kirishima said, chuckling nervously.
"Seriously, you look like you just fought a bear...and the bear won." Jiro smirked, holding Katsumi. Katsumi babbled, reaching out to her father. Katsuki was about to say something, until his mother bellowed,
"KATSUKI BAKUGO. DID YOU GO FIGHT CRIME ON YOUR DAUGHTER'S BIRTHDAY!?"
The wrath of a mother-turned grandmother was definitely to be feared. Everyone stilled, and Katsuki's eye twitched.
"Oi, I got the stuff, old hag! Besides, I was stuck in traffic and a group of dumb villain idiots-"
"I COULD KICK YOUR ASS!" Mitsuki bellowed, Masaru quick to hold her back.
"Dear, lets just calm down..." His soft voice seemed to make Mitsuki pause. She huffed.
"...Fine. But you ain't getting away with this one!" She huffed, walking past him and smacking his head. He grunted, and looked over at you.
You gave him a small smile, walking over to him. "...Traffic?"
He rolled his eyes, and gave you a peck on the cheek. "Yeah, freakin' traffic and a bunch of rowdy assholes." He sighed. You grabbed the bag from his hands, and nodded to Jiro. He went over to her, taking Katsumi from her hands. "Oi, hows my little firecracker?"
"Shit!" she cried out happily.
He chuckled as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, your dad looks like that right now, huh?" She squealed as he tucked her against his hip.
As Jiro went over to you to help set up the rest of the items in the bag, you turned to look at the two. You smiled, watching as a few of your friends walked over to Katsuki and Katsumi, Kirishima patting his back and even Koda managing a few words of greeting. It was nice, to see all your friends gathered in one place to celebrate your's and Katsuki's child.
"We're all growing up, huh?" Jiro said, pouring herself some soda. You gave her a small smile.
"I'll say," you said, only to watch your husband yell out something at Izuku. You both winced, but chuckled. "Maybe...some of us need a little more growing up, though."
"I'll say." Jiro sipped her drink, rolling her eyes.
((I'm making this a two parter, because I really wanna make this an important event. Plus, I wanna make sure I'm giving you the best content I can. This took a while to push out due to alot going on in my life currently, and my depression is taking a front row seat to it all. I hope you can forgive me for taking so long, and I'm so grateful for you all being so patient and kind to me!))
Depression, coupled by anxiety and feeling not like myself or like I'm not good enough is so strong lately. I feel like I'm just slogging along, and part of me feels inadequate at everything. Please bare with me, I promise the Pro Mama chapter is almost done. It'll probably be a two parter for the party.
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