My Son

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yamtober never ended babeyyy

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a little late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIZAWA!! (ashido is the only one who’s brave enough to hug him, fight me)

I regret to inform you that the story is still in the infodumping to a friend stage, but yes! Wifey is cat alien named Bieti, their daughter is Robin. Ford loves his little girl and gets to take her with him on his multiverse travels, because separating them makes me sad lmao

I’m doing *so* much world building though for their native dimension. So much.

I think it’s absolutely hilarious that we both managed to independently come up with the idea of “Ford needs an alien spouse and a half alien daughter”. Like get that monsterfucker an alien wife/husband and make sure he can be the girl dad we always knew he could be. Superb.

I just scrolled all the way back to 2018 on your account and I'm disappointed to realise this is not something you've posted. Presumably.

I do agree though that Ford gives off girl dad energy in an unexplainable way. He's so babygirl that he needs an actual baby girl.

He also deserves to just have an alien spouse. Reward the monsterfuckers for once, y'know?

So, fun fact!

Aizawa has expelled 154 students before he got 1-A. Assuming that he doesn't expel the recommendation students (long shot, I know), he's been teaching for nine years, and that's assuming he's expelled nearly every student he's got. Including recommendation students in the expulsion ceremonies, he's been teaching for eight years, still assuming he's expelled nearly every student under him.

Now, I can't believe that there were that many "unworthy" kids in each previous iteration of 1-A, so he's likely been teaching probably closer to twelve years to account for that many expulsions - aka pretty much right out of high school himself, since he’s thirty at the start of canon.

Aizawa. Honey. Please. Take a break. You need sleep.

Pro Heroes.

i know it’s been said time and time again in a thousand different ways, and I won’t really be contributing anything new to it, but people really do put too much emphasis on romantic love.

love to me is sending a post to a friend for a fandom that i’m not in because he’s in it and will find it funny. love is buying another dice set for my friend even though she already has over fifty because i know she loves them. love is hating your sibling, not wanting to see or speak to them, and yet you know you would do anything for them, all they have to do is say the word. love is getting a vaccine that you suspected would make you sick for minimum of forty eight hours and turning out to likely be seventy two or more because your mother’s immune system is shot from her chemo, and you don’t want to risk it. love is stepping away from work because your friend is having a mental health crisis and needs someone to talk to her for a little bit. love is making plans with friends, and making new plans when those fall through, even though if you had all met at your current stages of life, you wouldn’t be friends. love is when you look back at all of these and know with absolute certainty that you’d do it all over again. love is all of this and so much more, and I feel so lucky to live in a world with so much love in it.

welcome to the club, buddy 😂 I got four, I think. Nice to have a proper diagram for it.

who’s gonna tell tumblr that executive dysfunction is more than Not Doing Things?

Writing a novel when you imagine all you stories in film format is hard because there’s really no written equivalent of “lens flare” or “slow motion montage backed by Gregorian choir”