i have to say all of these hot takes about mlm fetishization being precisely the same thing as cishet men jacking it to w/w content is not a good look on yall and completely lacks acknowledgment of how misogyny and homophobia affect how men treat wlw whereas women getting off on m/m content is solely based from homophobia, which is harmful and dangerous but doesn’t necessitate comparison. this topic is beyond tired. saying it’s the same thing as gross w/w fetishy men is so next level unaware of how misogyny works and i really wish yall would stop making posts like that
sometimes i wish i could stop feeling lonely. especially on bright summer days with clear blue skies and birds chirping outside my window. sometimes i wish i could call you up and tell you how much i miss you especially when the monsoons arrive, the thunder is louder outside and the skies are darker than usual. sometimes i wish i could kiss you and tell you you’re better than my glass of hot chocolate especially on the freezing cold winter day with bitter winds and dull skies. sometimes i wish i could tell you i love you especially on days when the beautiful butter flies circle around the pink flowers that just bloomed and the skies are some unusual shade of ombre.
The boy’s head snaps upward. His eyes, those are different colors, too, Izuku notices, widen like a deer in headlights. He scrambles to get up, holding his arm out in front of himself protectively, but then something clicks and Izuku sees the shoji door behind the boy inch open just slightly. Gray and blue eyes flicker and spark desperately in the dim lighting of that room before, wrenching his stare away from Izuku, the boy turns, favoring one arm, angling the other one into a fist ready to sail.
The door opens. Izuku sees a man, engulfed in fury and hellfire, and the image fades away until all he sees is his own petrified stare gawking back at him in the mirror.