Summary: Ever since she was little, Tooru had a great fear of being overlooked when she needed to be seen the most.
Additional prompts used: Buried alive
Warning: Claustrophobia
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When she was little, Tooru had this one recurring nightmare.
In it, she would be lost, separated from her parents and unable to find them. Alone and afraid, she'd reach out to passing strangers, asking for help, but they didn't react to her words.
They couldn't see her, and so they would pass her by without a thought, leaving her alone again.
Being overlooked had terrified her so much when she was younger. Even now as a teenager, Tooru still sometimes struggled with the state of being invisible. She made a conscious effort to be "seen" in her own way, projecting her voice, exaggerating her movements, anything to make sure that people knew that she was there.
The fear that one day, she would need someone and no one would look her way had never fully left her.
Which made this, right now, Tooru's worst nightmare.
It was just a day out with friends, a day of wandering around the mall and getting lunch. No schoolwork and no work studies to worry about. There wasn't supposed to be any stress, any danger, but they always liked to joke that their class seemed to get into a disproportionate amount of trouble.
It always stopped being funny as soon as the trouble came.
Tooru and her friends were about to return to campus for the day when she noticed that she'd left her purse behind in the restaurant they'd just eaten at. She dashed away from the group to go and retrieve it. It would have taken just a few minutes to go there and come back.
It only took those few minutes away from the group for things to go wrong.
She entered the restaurant to find one of the patrons experiencing some sort of medical emergency. A man was on the ground convulsing, his chest glowing an ominous red. She thought she might have heard the man's companion say something about an allergic reaction and a frantic warning to clear out of the area, when there was a sudden, blinding light.
Tooru's next memory was waking up in the dark, in pain, and with an entire building on top of her.
That was hours ago.
There she stayed, pinned under debris, bleeding and broken. She couldn't see a foot in front of her face, could barely move in her prone position because of the rubble pinning her in place. Every breath had her choking out concrete dust and wondering if the air was getting thinner or if it was just her injuries that were making her light-headed.
She hadn't heard any hint of another soul since she woke up, and when she tried to call out for help, her voice came out in a weak rasp that she knew wouldn't reach anyone.
She was alone.
She worried she might die there, alone.
The longer she stayed there in that darkness, the more her old fears began to come to the surface. She knew that there had to be rescue heroes on site by now, but what if they missed her among the debris? What if she was just too well hidden, too invisible, and she was overlooked?
She wept quietly as these thoughts drove her mad. She knew she was a hero in training, that she was supposed to be strong and brave, but she was scared. She couldn't help but be scared.
"Hello? Can you hear me? Can anyone hear me!?"
Tooru thought she had imagined the voice at first, calling out from above, but then she heard it again.
"Can anyone hear me!? Hello!!"
It was real, and it sounded familiar.
"I'm-" she coughed wetly, "I'm hereā¦"
Her voice was so quiet and she felt her fear spike again. What if they couldn't hear her?
But thenā¦
"Tooru!! Is that you!?"
Yes, the voice was definitely familiar. It was Kyouka.
"K-Kyoukaā¦"
"Guys! I found her! She's alive!"
There was the sounds of shifting rubble and more voices joining in until finally a single crack allowed light to come in. Tooru stared up at it, that small sliver of salvation, as it grew and grew until it eventually gave way to the sky above.
She blinked upwards, it was nighttime now, artificial lighting had been brought in to no doubt aid in the search effort. One by one, the faces of her classmates appeared, still in the clothes they'd been wearing earlier, now dirtied from digging through rubble.
From searching for her.
"Tooru!" Ochako called, peering into the ruins below. It was like she was looking right at her.
"Youā¦you found meā¦" Tooru's eyes welled up in relief, tears spilling and cutting tracks through the dust on her cheeks. "You found meā¦"
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yes conservatism is on the rise yes tradwife content is as popular as ever yes pink jobs and blue jobs are fucking stupid BUT there is still such a big change in how straight women are talking about relationships online.
they're talking about how they're no longer interested in dating because their female friends treat them better than boyfriends do. they're realizing that being single is always better than being in a bad relationship. it's becoming a lot more normal and fun and hot for women to be single at any age. the women who have settled down with truly good men in truly happy relationships are encouraging other women to not take any shit because the right man won't need to be "trained". they're talking about how their mothers and grandmothers warned them to get a job and not get married, and they followed the advice.
tradwife content is performance. it's propaganda. there are so few women actually living that life. but we know for a fact that more women than ever are educated, working, and single. and all I see (admittedly in my woke ass algorithm) is women talking about how they're done settling for mediocre relationships. and I love it.
people have been writing fucked up erotica for hundreds of years. of all porn consumption habits to label as an addiction i think reading erotica books is like.. one of the least applicable examples and written erotica is one of the least exploitative forms of porn out there. stop pathologizing things that give you ick, you're allowed to just say you dislike something
again I must stress that ten or more years ago mormon leaders put out a statement that reading romance novels was equivalent to porn addiction and both would send you to hell
you guys are not progressive you're just mormons in disguise
Please start that project you're thinking about. Post it anywhere you can. Let people see the art you can bring to the world. Please, I want to see it. Just type that first word. I believe in you!
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I really just have to summarize Thomas's entire life:
He was in a committed relationship with a male swan named Henry for 18-24 years before a female swan named Henrietta showed up and mated with Henry.
Thomas was initially jealous of the pair and attacked them, breaking 2 of the 5 eggs Henrietta had laid. However, once the remaining eggs hatched, Thomas warmed up to them and helped raise them.
Henry couldn't fly because of an injured wing, so Thomas taught the cygnets how to fly.
When they needed to reduce the goose population in the pond where Thomas and the swans lived, they dyed Thomas's feathers red so he wouldn't be separated from Henry.
Henry, Henrietta, and Thomas remained in their happy throuple for years and raised 68 cygnets before Henry died in 2009. After Henry's death, Henrietta found another swan and flew away, leaving Thomas alone.
Thomas finally met and mated with a female goose in 2011 and had his own babies. However, another goose named George stole them and raised them himself.
As Thomas grew elderly and blind, he was relocated to a wildlife center where he raised orphaned cygnets.
His caretaker at the center described him as "pretty high maintenance."
Thomas died in 2018 at the age of around 40. He had a funeral that included a small coffin and a procession that was led by a bagpiper. He was buried under the stone where Henry was buried, the two finally reunited in death.
Before and after his death, Thomas has been celebrated as an icon of the LGBTQ+ community for obvious reasons.
Itās important to note that this is a poster on a glass window. Itās very important to note that the (fuck yeah) and the (fuck them white supremacists) have been written in with a pen by someone on said poster.
lot of terfs have been reblogging this so I may as well publicly state that the woman on the right is modeled with permission after my transfemme friend. if you relate to it as strongly as many of you claim in the tags I urge you to reflect upon that with empathy and compassion about the depth of experiences you truly do share with trans women.
otherwise fuck off I guess. my art is not fuel for your hatred.
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there's a lot of talk about reading comprehension and one thing i think is the biggest barrier to people on this site getting better at it is simply... rushing. rushing to share something you haven't understood, rushing to have an opinion without taking the time to think about it, rushing to declare that you don't understand something
take these tags, on somebody else's post (condolences pip)
the thing is. this is what i would call an inside thought. nobody would have known you didn't get it if you didn't tell them that. if you recognised that it was important but didn't have the headspace to process it, you can reblog without commentary for others, or to come back to later. or you can save it somewhere and wait until you DO have the capacity to read it over a few more times, ponder it, consider what it might mean, figure out how to understand it, and THEN reblog it
but no. rushing to reblog while it is still opaque. rushing to admit to ignorance rather than spend the time to achieve understanding. perhaps hoping that somebody will break it down for you more simply, though to my mind it was quite simply phrased in the first place. never stopping to take the time first
comprehension is not always instant! sometimes it takes a bit of time for something to percolate after you read it; sometimes you need to read it a few times; sometimes you realise you don't have the context for it and either go and get the context or accept that it's not for you right now
please just simply slow down. you don't always have to respond to everything within a second or two. it is okay if it is not an instantaneous understanding. we all need to get more comfortable with thinking more slowly and more deeply and more carefully, and not letting our instant split second responses drive us all the time, because they are a barrier to genuine reflection
