Because I never hear stories of how Andy Hurley is someone’s fav:
Yesterday I went to a Fall Out Boy concert, and there was a trans boy sitting close to me. He kept telling his friend that he was gonna have a beard in 10 years, and kept talking about how he couldn’t wait for the drumsolo of Andy to start. Every time Andy came on the big screen, his face would lit up and he’d poke his friend until she saw it too. With every song, he pointed out how Andy looked, or how Andy moved, it was adorable. Around halfway the concert, he got sick and had to leave for a while. When he came back, he looked super bummed he just missed a few songs, and was kind of sulking in his seat, even when Joe, Patrick, and Pete walked very close to us. After they played Immortals, it was time for Andy’s drumsolo. And I swear to God, the boy just started to glow. He was looking at the stage with a huge smile on his face, eyes huge and sparkling, looking at Andy like he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. After the drumsolo, it was as if the boy had a complete energy boost, and he sang along again and looked like he was having a great time. When the concert was over, he couldn’t stop talking about Andy, how he looked so cool, how he nailed every song, and most importantly, how he wants to be like Andy when he grows older. He was telling his friend how he was going to have a beard like Andy one day, and how he’d walk around without a shirt just like Andy, just because he can.
My point is, I think male examples are very important to trans boys, especially when they’re in their teenage years. I think it’s really amazing how just the sight of Andy Hurley could make this kid start to glow, and how it obviously gave him hope for his future, in a way. Even if Andy didn’t say a thing, let alone anything inspirational, he made this kid’s evening 10 times as good by just existing, and I think that’s really beautiful. I rarely hear stories about Andy Hurley being people’s big example, so here’s one.
It’s a small, broken family. But with the three of us, I know we’ll get along just fine. We still have each other.
Wanting to draw younger Hamadas turned into drawing Tadashi heavily struggling after the loss of their parents, since he was old enough to deal with it. He and Cass had to carry the weight on their own for a good while, since Hiro was still too young to understand (and Tadashi just lied, saying “They’re just on vacation, they’ll be back someday”). He vowed to shoulder it for both he and Hiro, so the poor kid wouldn’t have to be troubled by it when he was young.
Turns out it was Hiro who ended up easing most of the pain though, huh.