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whatamievendoingherern · 3 years

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something I’d absolutely love to see in LGBT shows is representation of having parents that don’t accept you, but finding a way to live with it.

i was watching love, victor and watching i noticed how much light it brought into me. i was so overjoyed watching it, but when i took a moment to step back from the screen, it was like crashing back into reality.

my parents aren’t ever going to accept me and that’s something i’ll simply have to live with. it sucks and on bad days, i get depressed as fuck about it. but that’s just how it is.

i just wish there was a show that followed that type of story because i’m sure i’m not the only one in this circumstance.

in media, it’s either you find that the lgbt mc is either like victor and accepted for who they are in a wholesome heartwarming display or completely rejected in an extreme circumstance and probably don’t live with their parents anymore.

but i’m sure that like myself, there are those out there who have to live with their parents even after being rejected for who they are. and i personally want to see a show that follows the life of someone who has to cope with that while also going through life.

it doesn’t even have to be the main plot, but it does have to affect how the mc handles certain situations.

like an afab mc being forced to wear a dress to prom and then changing into a suit (that their chaotic bisexual best friend snuck in for them) in the bathroom.

or the gender ambiguous pansexual who has a little panic attack whenever they’re interacting with someone they like in front of their parents. only to realize that the person they like’s gender and theirs would conform to their parent’s (and society’s) standards.

or just a lgbt group of friends sneaking into a pride parade using a Snapchat group chat called operation fruit loops to communicate under the radar.

something as simple as a trans character having a sibling or a friend sneak them a chest binder.

it would just be very fulfilling to be able see someone in my situation on screen. because with things like love, victor or atypical or any other lgbt shows, i feel fulfilled while watching it, but start crying alone in my room when i realize there’s no way any of that can happen for me.

everybody wants a happy ending and i suppose that’s what shows like that are for. but at the end of the day it just makes it hurt so much more. it almost feels like they’re saying i can’t ever be that happy unless i’m accepted by the ones who donated their 23 chromosomes to make me (which i didn’t ask for in the first place).

#lgbt youth #lgbt pride #lgbtq #love victor #acceptance is overrated #nonbinary #mini rant #lesbian #gay #bisexual #genderqueer #pansexual #lgbt representation #lgbtqplus

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whatamievendoingherern · 3 years

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Gimme BNHA x gn!reader or BNHA x m!reader prompts for characters. You request it and I’ll write it (within reason).

Tsuyu

Midoriya

Shinsou

Iida

Ochacco

Momo

Todoroki

Kaminari

Minima

Mina

Kirishima

Etcetera...

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#mha headcanons #my hero academia x gender neutral reader #my hero academia #my hero academia imagines #boku no hero academia imagines #boku no hero x y/n #boku no hero academia #mha requests #bnha requests #made with tumblr

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whatamievendoingherern · 3 years

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What ever you were about to do...no.

#made with tumblr #brats #im just bored #gen z #I got the old man’s car

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When Sherry Johnson was eleven, she found one day that she’s gonna marry a 20-year-old member of her church who had raped her. She became pregnant and in order to avoid investigation and criminal case, her family and church officials decided to make the girl a legal wife of this monster.

“My mom asked me if I wanted to get married, and I said, ‘I don’t know, what is marriage, how do I act like a wife?’” Johnson remembers today, many years later. “She said, ‘Well, I guess you’re just going to get married.’”

However, her case is one of thousand cases of child marriage. According to statistics, children 16 and under are still being married in Florida at a rate of one every few days.

Johnson and her family also attended a conservative Pentecostal church and that other girls of a similar age periodically also married. One girl said when she was 10 she was raped by both a minister and a parishioner and later gave birth to a daughter. There were all documents confirming her and her child’s age, but still, the judge approved the marriage to end the rape investigation, telling her, “What we want is for you to get married.”

And nevertheless, America prefers to interfere in other countries’ internal affairs, like in Syria, calling it “defending freedom” rather than to change states’ laws and to protect American children from rape, coercion and molestation.

Today, Johnson is campaigning for a state law to stop underage marriage that has already become a norm in some states.

Please, help me to raise awareness to this issue. No one can remain indifferent to the problem of child molestation.

#StopChildMarriage #StopChildAbuse

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whatamievendoingherern · 3 years

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TALKING TO EXPLOSION BOY (BNHA)

Cat: Lil floof and if you squint, angst

Agender! Reader was nervous about their internship with Thirteen already, but throw in the sparky porcupine? Anxiety maxed out. But surprisingly, he just isn’t as explosive as usual. (Reader has a fire related quirk)

Y/N remembered when they first decided to try out for cross country.

It was the summer before 8th grade when they vowed to make themself into a person they could like. Their sister had given them a ride to the school, they’d retied their sneakers about fifteen times on the way, and they’d practically had a death grip on that poor plastic water bottle.

They’d been so nervous that they refused to get out of the car. They remembered knowing absolutely nobody on the team, feeling so socially inept because they hadn't talked to anybody all summer. It wasn't until their sister reassured them that they finally found themself unlocking the door.

That's what they thought internships were gonna be like.

But rather than the hellish experience their middle school self endured, it was quite different.

They chose to intern with Thirteen to learn how to use their quirk in rescue scenarios. Thirteen, who they’d recently learned went by xe/xyr pronouns, was a pretty nice person, who took their wall of awkwardness and formality into consideration.

Y/N was finally letting the wall drip down a bit, allowing Thirteen to see their real personality. And the acceptance was nice.

That's why they didn't really mind it when Thirteen said xe needed to drop by Best Jeanist's agency. Something to do with the author and plot lines.

So they followed Thirteen through the building, politely smiling at the passersby they happened to make eye contact with. The two stopped at a door in the building, pushing it open, and just like that feeling of finding someone you know in your home town, Y/N felt like they’d been smacked with frying pan.

Bakugo and Y/N made eye contact from both sides of the room, a silence as his hair sprung back to its normal state.

Oof.

If the rest of the Bakusqud were here, Y/N probably would've been able to sneak in a laugh under Mina, Sero, and Kaminari’s cackling, but alas that was not the case. And despite the self destructive ramblings of Y/N’s rather common mental breakdowns, they valued their life.

Best Jeanist sighed as though this weren't the first time this occurred, flicking his comb into his pocket. "Thirteen." He said in greeting. "What brings you here?"

"I just need to do some touch ups on the paperwork for the collab takedown we did last week. Turns out the villains quirk wasn't energy mutation." Xe replied, while Y/N suddenly begun to wish they had Hagakure's quirk instead as Bakugo’s eyes burned into their skull.

"Is that your intern?"

Uh oh.

"Yep," Thirteen said, pushing Y/N forward much to their dismay. "They’ve got quite the quirk."

Best Jeanist hummed in response, having been there in the stadium. He remembered sending them an invite to intern with him after the festival, but he supposed they were searching for something specific.

"You two are in the same class right?" Best Jeanist asked. Y/N stiffened as he acknowledged Bakugo's presence. Without waiting for a response, he carried on, "You two stay here. Thirteen, the reports in my office."

And despite every cell in their body yelling at the two to stay, the door closed behind the two leaving both Bakugo and Y/N in immediate discomfort.

Silence.

Y/N looked around the room at anything and everything except for Bakugo. They spotted a chair, the only other one in the room placed right across from the blonde porcupine.

With an internal groan, they shuffled over to the chair, sitting uncomfortably still as they pulled out their phone. They stared at the screen, pretending to be doing something while attempting to negotiate a ceasefire with the whatever deity above was listening.

Whatever I did to deserve this, I am so sorry. It'll never happen again, bro, just get me tf outta here rn before my soul skrrt skrrts from my body-

Oh no, now their nose was itchy. The temptation was there, but the risk of drawing attention was even greater. Were they gonna sneeze? Were there tissues in here? Jeez did hearts always beat so loudly? And what is up with the whole breathing thing? It sounds like there's gonna be a whole goddamn tornado-

"Hey. Depressed Flambé."

Y/N hesitantly looked up from their screen, wondering if they placed their funeral plans in an obvious enough location. Top left drawer of their dresser, beneath their will. Dang they forgot to write if they wanted red camellias or white camellias. Surely class 1-A would know they were a red camellias type of lad. And they had to change the song from "Thriller" to "E-Girls Are Ruining My Life", ya know, get with the times-

"I know you're avoiding me. Your damn phone isn't even on." Bakugo's brash voice said, and they suddenly felt like dropping an anvil on their head.

Y/N gave a smile that may as well have said, "I've been caught" and tucked the phone into their pockets where their hands could fidget out of view.

Silence.

Depressed Flambé, Y/N pondered.

They hadn't thought they had a nickname, they figured since they had barely interacted with him all year that they were in the clear.

Guess not.

Their thoughts and the room stayed radio silent for a bit before they hesitantly spoke up, "Trying out a new hair style?"

"Mention it to the rest of 1-A and I’ll kill you!" He barked defensively, huffing when he saw them flinch almost unnoticeably. "He won't let me patrol with him until I 'reform my appearance' or some bullshit like that."

Y/N nodded, though they didn't really see much difference. He was intimidating either way, one just made him look a little more idiotic. "Some bullshit sounds about right." Y/N replied, trying to let themself relax.

Bakugo seemed content with their response, and once again the two fell into silence. And just like a hand reaching out, they felt their voice wanting to come out, to keep talking, but maybe he didn't want to. Maybe it'd be better to take the chance and have no regrets later? But what if he just told them to shut up? They probably would never get over that. It was probably best if they-

"How's your internship?" Bakugo asked, clearly uncomfortable with asking the question. He wasn't even making eye contact which was supposed to be Y/N’s thing.

By the author's grace, was this the power of those behind the divine fourth wall?

"It's good!" Y/N said, a little too quickly for their liking.

Stupid social anxiety.

"Um, Thirteen's trying to teach me how to use my quirk in rescues." They added slowing their words, before their voice lowered into a murmur. "I just kind of wish I knew that they don't really teach fighting techniques."

"Well why don't you teach yourself?" He asked.

Why do you have such good hearing, they thought. "I mean I tried a while ago, but I wouldn’t know where to start."

"Is the phone you were using to avoid me just for show or can you actually use it? Just look some up or walk yourself to a library."

OML THIS IS A HISTORICAL MOMENT HE GOT THROUGH A SENTENCE WITHOUT CURSING OR INSULTING ANYBODY IM SO PROUD OF YOU, BRO, WE NEED TO CELEBRATE THIS MOMENTOUS OCCASION- "I guess that make sense." Y/N replied, sheepish but surprised.

They really thought it would be like that first day at cross country. Like everyone would be looking at them, judging them, ostracizing them. But it was all their head, just as it was then, just as it was now.

There was a gap of (you guessed it) silence, but this time it was less awkward, more...comfortable.

"It's too bad, Best Jeanist, isn't what you thought he would be." Y/N said.

He hummed in response.

"It seems more like he's trying to change you than train you." They thought aloud.

"It's annoying. I wish he'd finish this damn haircut, so I can skip to the fun part, and kick somebody’s ass."

Y/N snorted audibly. "If it's about getting it to stay, I think I can help."

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, which before may have had them thinking they were on his kill list, but now not so much. "You do hair?"

"I mean, I take care of mine almost every morning, and I'm pretty good with gel at this point so why not?" They shrugged.

"Hurry up then, I don't want to have to do this for any longer than I have to."

"Your hair is surprisingly soft."

"Shut up, Flambé!"

"Seriously, what conditioner do you use?"

"I WILL BLOW YOU UP RIGHT NOW!"

•••

"Thanks for stopping by Thirteen, it's been nice." Best Jeanist said, as the two stepped out of his office.

Thirteen replied. "No problem. See you around."

The two turned to the other duo and though neither visibly shown it, the surprise remained present.

"Did you do his hair?" Thirteen asked in mild confusion.

Best Jeanist was past the point of mere confusion, he was borderline baffled. "You fixed it?!"

Y/N tucked away a comb granted by the author, "Magic."

"Are we gonna patrol now or what?" Bakugo asked, a grin tugging at his lips.

Even though it looked borderline evil, Y/N was still pretty proud they made him smile. Even if he looked like he was about commit a homicide.

A/N Feel free to hit me up via anything if you have any requests. Whether it’s headcanons, scenarios, or different pronouns lemme know! I really like writing these and wanna make everybody feel ✨comfy✨💕

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whatamievendoingherern · 3 years

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100 Bad Days

Cat.: Angst to fluff

Context: Genderqueer! Reader has a little mental breakdown and as they’re isolating themselves from the others, with their emotional support buddy Uraraka nowhere in sight, broccoli head Midoriya makes their day a little brighter.

Y/N wasn't in a good headspace.

Thought after thought crashed into their mental barrier, each one chipping off a piece of the smile they’d carefully sculpted in the mirror prior. They had no clue where Uraraka was and if they went to go off and find her, they’d be plagued with thoughts of their dependency on others or worse.

So they’d stay put — buried in their hoodie that definitely wasn't school dress code, in the most hidden corner of UA they could find.

Y/N was starting to think school just wasn't good for their mental health. Surrounded by people all the time, said people unknowingly draining their energy 24/7 as the introvert they were. Beating themself up for not being able to speak up and talk to the people they wanted to. And then there were the little things that came back to bite them.

The things people said that they brushed off at the time with a laugh, not thinking much of it till later when their brain needed to use it against them. That was part of the reason they tried to steer clear of Bakugo; just to avoid the chance of thinking that he hated them completely when that was just his personality.

Their chest tightened again with the crushing weight of their feelings, a singular thought managing to turn their barrier to ruin. Their hand reached up, raising the volume in their earbuds in attempt to drown out the thoughts. It usually sped up the whole process, not really the optimal fix, but enough to give the sadness a predictable tempo.

They buried their head, further and further still. What was it like to be happy? To be truly and undeniably happy? Not just fine or okay. Not a distraction, but a steady, healthy stream of outright joy.

They’d forgotten.

A light tap on their shoulder brought their head up, and they hoped to god it wasn't a teacher. They didn't fair well with adults (no trust there). They were a bit relieved it was only Izuku.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

No, you're not, they thought.

Y/N attempted a smile which came out as more of a grimace.

Izuku didn't believe them, and he'd had his fair share of mental breakdowns back in middle school to know a bit of what was going through their head.

It was strange.

Usually when he saw them, they were laughing with everyone else (or eating ) or complaining about how tired they were (or eating) or patting someone on the head because "words are difficult".

Or eating.

They looked different when they weren’t smiling. Almost melancholic.

He knew for a fact that nobody deserved to be in that spot mentally. And so he smiled.

"Is it okay if I sit here? I've already got my lunch and the cafeteria," he thought for a moment, what was it Y/N usually said? "it's just so far away."

Y/N wondered if they were able to mask the surprise on their face fast enough. They didn't really talk to Deku much, all they knew was that he was a cinnamon roll that they most recently learned carried uwus in his smile. They wanted to talk to him, but they’d figured they’d find a way to screw it up somehow so they never bothered.

"Yeah, sure."

And so the two sat. Neither said a thing, and they scoured their head trying to think of something.

Silence.

"Wanna play sticks?" They eventually asked hesitantly, bringing up their two hands.

Silence.

"Sure." He said.

#made with tumblr #gif #my hero imagines #my hero x reader #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero x reader #genderqueer #gender neutral reader #my hero academia x gender neutral reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagines

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Todoroki to Go -- Non-binary! Reader in the Mha universe

Context: To put it in few words: Cupid. Arrow. Become speed.

Slight movement from the plastic chair across him and he allowed his sharp eyes to stray from the appalling room to the student who quickly looked away in turn.

He could give a rather scathing review of the school's uniform, perhaps if Nezu stopped wasting his time he would consider letting it go. But seeing as Cupid could hear the mouse-dog in the other room, humming what could've been "all the single ladies" (no judgement there), he figured that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

Cupid looked up to find that the student in question had returned their eyes to him, and had been holding his gaze the entire time he internally ranted. The defensive glare they gave back was almost impressive.

A grin tugged at his lips.

Todoroki watched the encounter between the two with mild interest, vaguely wondering if Y/N knew who the man in front of them was.

And that Cupid could easily buy UA, and end Y/N's whole career.

Cupid, to Todoroki's surprise, was the first to break eye contact (obviously amused with the wordless encounter), and as he did Nezu appeared at his side.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I've been so busy with paperwork!"

Liar, the three thought cohesively.

"Don't worry, Nezu. Beyoncé calls upon us all at some point." Cupid stood, gracefully stretching and to Y/N his movements were reminiscent of those of a cat. He looked back over at Y/N who withheld their exasperation. "I'll be happy to work with you one day...sir? "

It was the slight of Cupid's voice that made Y/N's jaw drop. He'd sent the intended message in one word, and as the door to Nezu's office slipped shut there was silence.

Todoroki was the one to break it.

"Your mouth is still open."

Y/N quickly rehinged their jaw.

Todoroki peered curiously at their facial expression. "I'm confused. Why are you smiling?"

"Gender euphoria, my friend. Gender euphoria." Y/N replied, grinning wildly.

A little more silence ensued before Todoroki noticed a shiny red arrow on the ground. Glancing back at the grinning genderless mess beside him, he got out of his chair and carefully picked it up, turning it over in his fingers.

"What's that?" Y/N asked.

[VOICEOVER OF PRESENT MIC]

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CUPID'S ARROW! PRODUCED ENDLESSLY FROM CUPID'S QUIVER, CUPID'S ARROWS HAVE THE ABILITY TO DISORIENT HIS ENEMIES AND INSPIRE A DEEP INFATUATION IN HIS TARGETS WHEN THEY MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH WHOM OR WHATEVER IS IN FRONT OF THEM.

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"It's Cupid's arrow," Todoroki said. "It's supposed to-"

"Ah, no need to explain, Percy Jackson taught it all." Y/N popped up out of their seat, not-so-gently picking the arrow from Todo's hands.

"Be careful, we should return it before something bad happens." Todoroki said, his voice filled with warranted caution.

Holding the arrow right in front of their eyes, it didn't look like much. In fact, it sort of reminded Y/N of a melted down ring pop, but like...fancier.

"Yeah, yeah alright. Here you go." Y/N held out the arrow, and Todoroki reached out to take it.

Only for the arrow poke right into his hand, and poof into thin air. There was a sort of hazy comical moment in between the peace and the chaos where the two made eye contact and realized that today was not going to be a normal day at UA.

Or at least not for Todoroki, Y/N decided, slapping a hand over his eyes and steering him down the hall to Granny Kiss Kiss Fall in Love.

"Where are we going? Cupid is back there." An alarmed Todoroki asked, stumbling to follow.

Beneath their hand, Y/N could feel his eyes fluttering to open and walked faster. "Recovery Girl is this way, and I sincerely doubt Cupid's arrows have an undo button." Y/N replied. "And stop trying to open your eyes!"

The two bickered down the hallway, hauling ass to Recovery Girl's office in order to avoid being caught during the lunch rush. But the universe seemed to have other plans for the two, when the bell rung and doors opened like the floodgates of hell. Students poured into the hallways, and the two were pushed apart by the tides of the sea.

"Whatever you do, do NOT open your eyes!" Y/N yelled.

"This wasn't part of the plan!" His voice called out from the roaring sea of students.

For a school of aspiring heroes, the words "excuse me" didn't seem to register with anyone. The tide quite literally carried Y/N, all the way to the cafeteria where they struggled to eject themself from the line.

Their eyes scanned the entire room for the red and white ticking time bomb. And there he stood, not too far from where the rest of 1-A usually sat, only a few steps away.

There was still time.

Bobbing and weaving through the crowd, doing better than they did in actual exams, Y/N kicked and clawed through the crowd in what felt like slow motion.

6 feet, 5 feet, 4 feet away.

Mineta got thrown out of the way, a few others got body checked on the way. Just as Y/N was about to grab Todoroki's arm, somebody bumped into him, sending him stumbling forwards right into the arms of someone else.

"Oh sorry about that." The extra said, but Y/N was more focused on who'd caught the boy.

Todoroki blinked his eyes open, and peered into pools of emerald in front of him, his eyes flashing a startling pink before returning to normal.

"Todoroki! Are you okay?" Midoriya asked, as Todoroki wordlessly stood back up.

He didn't respond, instead getting down on one knee and grasping his hand. "Midoriya, will you do me the honor of becoming my lawfully wedded husband?"

A series of squeals erupted all around them with one overbearing groan from Y/N.

"All that trouble just for this." Y/N grumbled."He's lucky Bakugo ain't here."

Yet sure enough at the entrance of the cafeteria was the porcupine himself. "WHAT THE FU-"

#gender neutral reader #they/them #my hero academia imagines #todoroki #tododeku #bakudeku #I dislike bakudeku but sometimes if I squint it’s not horrifying #lemme know if I should write more #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero academia #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero imagines

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whatamievendoingherern · 4 years

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I decorated my notebook !

#honors history sucks #school #art #drawing #comic #ap english is evil #my brain is about to explode #2020 might put me in a home

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whatamievendoingherern · 4 years

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