i saw the words “ur not the first person in your lineage to be queer” and it’s rocking me to my core. how many generations down the line did one of my ancestors feel the way i did, feel differently than i did and so damn queerly it was a crime? how many of us were there? did they have hope? did they find peace? i don’t know. at the very least, maybe i am proof their identity was never wasted. reincarnated.

Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

Soulmates are rare. They’re rarer than even being quirkless, and it’s said that anyone blessed with the soulmate gene was practically guaranteed a happy life.

When you were younger, the doctor’s told you that you possessed the soul mate gene, and ever since then you’ve been checking daily for a tattoo. You’re starting to lose hope when suddenly, the morning of your 20th birthday, it appears.

It sits just below your collarbone in scratchy black ink; a string of bold numbers and a messy box around them.

Your first thought is that it’s ugly. it’s a dreadfully ugly, ugly tattoo, and when you take another look, you’re even more sure that it can’t possibly be the real thing. There’s just no way that you’ve waited this long for your soulmate tattoo only for it to be a shitty phone number- but it is.

So, even though it’s ugly and you’re becoming increasingly convinced by the second that that must mean something has to be at least a little bit off with your soulmate, you suck it up. You text the number.

This decision blows back up in your face. Spectacularly.

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“hey this song reminds me of you…” MHA BOYS

songs they canonically would send you if they were interested (horikoshi approved)

izuku midoriya— be your man; H 3 F

katsuki bakugo— bitches; mindless self indulgence

denki kaminari— natalie; HUNNY

eijiro kirishima— someone to you; banners

hanta sero— love is only a feeling; joey bada$$

shoto todoroki— on an evening in roma (sott’er celo de roma)- remastered; dean martin

neito monoma— star killer; bear ghost

if you ask why it makes him think about you he’s gonna say some arrogant shit about how you want him. but actually this is a really good song and he for sure sings it in his bathroom mirror and checks himself out. how humiliating. idk what to say other than listen to it

hitoshi shinsou— k; cigarettes after sex

Synopsis: If you have received this invitation, then we cordially invite you into The Red Room Society, 

An honorable social gathering for pro heroes made by a pro hero. No cameras to follow your every move, no citizens to gather your secrets and critique you as a person. Only fellow heroes whom share in the privacy and desires to unleash their most inner wants and needs. From the moment your feet enter the doorway and mask comes on, you are but a stranger in the midst, happily kept company by our most trained and delectable sweetheart who will provide for whatever it is you most hunger for.

May you enjoy the night of ecstasy and put up the hero name you oh-so worked for to be the beast/beastress that has slumbered within yourself.

Pairings: Various x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: high-class smut, everyone is a pro-hero, sex club, no true plot whatsoever literally just smut (cannot stress this enough), the reader is a champ, same reader through each oneshot, more warnings depending on which pro-hero, aged up characters (for some)

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THIS!

Reblogging this too for folks with anxiety like myself who feel bad when they say they’re too busy but they don’t have every second accounted for doing something so they feel almost like they’re lying. Self-care goes on your schedule too, lovelies.

trying to prove a point to the boys at school

reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont

*likes* *reads it* *vigorously unlikes and reblogs*

*unliked and reblogged angrily*

look at all this green

makes this trans boy so happy

REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG

i AM a real man

make sure to REBLOG and NOT like this post :)

Nooooo I didn’t mean to like ittttttt ahhhhddhhh.tuduhehemeh

REBLOGE NO LIKE

REBLOGE NO LIKE!! !

I AM A REAL MAN YOU FUCKERS!!!

Well, I’m a real man, so reblogged it is

@ the 20k likes, why?

Accidentally liked, but then reread. Trans men are men!

I hope I’m real

fUCK I LIKED IT-

Okay I liked and reblogging

am trans man, I think I am real man

I ENTER TUMBLR AGAIN AFTER MONTHS TO SHARE THESE.

I found more

Unus Annus our of context pt.3

Why are there so many cursed images

Bakugo - My Queen (Part 2)

Bakugo 

Rating Smut

My Queen (Part 2)

Part 1

You rode on Kirishima’s back as you made your way to  Bakugo, you were slightly worried from what the two dragons had told you. When you landed you slid off Kiri with grace , the whole castle staff staring at you. Kiri and Mina turned back and a blonde with a lightning streak in his hair ran up to them, “Dude Bakugo is going insane, where have you been?” Kirishima looked over to you, you were staring at the castle sensing Bakugo’s anger. “Evacuate the castle,” you spoke, you voice laced with authority. The staff stared at you before turning to Kirishima for confirmation. “You heard The Queen,” Kirishima yelled, and everyone started leaving while whispering in awe at what Kiri had called you. 

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Bakugo - My Queen (Part 1)

Bakugo

Rating Smut

My Queen (Part 1)

Bakugo had been king along time, fight for his kind and attempting to bring peace to the land. It had been years since the great fight of Yuuei and now Bakugo had to go about his normal kingly duties. One of which was finding his mate.

Dragon's were weird creatures, the only species know to have mates. These were people they were destined to be with till death, regardless of their kind. Bakugo had been looking for his mate for years, but they evaded his capture hundreds of times.

Being a witch wasn't easy. You had a responsibility to keep balance in the world and it didn't help that most witches were hunted for royal gain. You had evaded capture all your life, continuing the work of your ancestors by keeping balance. You lived in a small cottage in the mountains, far away from other people and races. You didn't know hwo you could trust, hell some of your own kind could sell you out of money if they wished. You sighed at the thought, working at removing snow from your pathway. The wind picked up slightly alerting you to a presences on you mountain. "People?"

Bakugo huffed as he and company made their way up the mountain. Apparently there was some or other monster they need to kill, he didn't care as long as he got out that damn castle of his. "Bakubro you ok?" his dragon companion asked concerned, knowing of the stress the king was under back at home. "Piss off, I'm fine shitty hair." Kirishima backed off continuing to talk to his mate, Mina.

"We are almost there," a certain green haired adventurer announced as he checked his map, "Should be a couple more minutes of walking." Bakugo rolled his eyes, "Isn't that what almost there means Deku?" Midoriya slouched slightly but Todoroki patted his back, "Don't mind him Midoriya, he's grumpier that usual today."

They soon found the cave entrance, a low growl rumpling from within. Bakugo grinned, taking out his sword, "Let's do this."

You sighed as you continued following the trail, bare feet sinking in the snow as you walked. You didnt mind, you were use to it. You came up to where you sensed the people and frowned, what were they doing here? You stepped inside and was greeted by 7 people fighting a gaint snow wolf. They'll kill it, you thought and soon your palms were alight with magic.

"Enough!"

The force of your magic outburst sent everyone flying in to walls. You walked to the wolf, jewelry jingling as you walked. You hand reached out slowly for the wolf's snout and it soon nuzzeled into it. You used you magic to heal its wounds, laying a soft kiss on his forehead before whispering for it to go to sleep. It listened, curling up at your feet and falling asleep.

Bakugo stared at you, his inner dragon was loosing it, telling him to pounce on you. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail with small intricate braids mixed in. Your skin was smooth, weird spiral markings ran across your body and you were dressed in a simple skirt and brallette. Aren't you cold?

"The hell lady, what was that for?" Mina yelled as she rubbed the back of her head. You turn slightly, not fulling facing them, "You would have kill it. It must say alive to." your voice was like music to Bakugo. Uraraka looked up at you and gasped, "Witch Queen!?"

The whole company stared shock and wonder at you. You sighed, turning to face them, "You were going to disturb the balance, I can't let you do that." The company looked her confused, what did you mean. You ran a hand through the wolf's coat, "This is the spirt of the mountain, if you killed it chaos would befall the mountain." The company was in shock, that was a nature spirit?

You walked to the entrance of the cave, turning slightly to address them, "Come, you are leaving." You didn't look at the tall blonde, you knew who he what he was to you but you would admit it. The company followed you, but night had fallen by the time you reached the half way mark you sighed, you couldn't leave them but they couldnt stay.

You pointed, "That is South East, of you fly you should reach your kingdoms before midnight." The company was surprised, how did you know exactly which direction was South East?

Bakugo growled when you attempted to walk away, hand latching on to your wrist. Uraraka gasped, you were technically her queen and heaven knows what you would do to him. The group didn't expect you to turn to him, taking of one of your necklaces and hanging it around his neck. It was a small obsidian pendent on a silver chain. And then you were gone.

2 weeks had pasted since that day and Bakugo had gone crazy. You were right there, right fucking there and he lost you. The others hadn't understood until Kirishima figured out that you were his mate. Bakugo ahd gripped up half his palace when he got back, anger ingulfing him whole. Kirishima had scouted the mountains looking for you, an attempt to stop Bakugo's rampage, but two weeks of searching with no luck.

"What will we do Kiri, Bakugo is going crazy and we can't find her." Mina worried, making her mate pull her into a hug, "We'll find her, promise." Kiri let off a big comferting smile and Mina relaxed. "Let's scout around again, maybe we missed something." The two shifted and started their search, flying to the top of every peak and the bottom of every crack.

The wind picked up, pushing them in a Northern direction which they followed and soon were stood in front of you. You wore a white lace dress today, hair loose and fuelled with snowflakes. "You have been flying around for two weeks, why?" your back was turned to them, you eyes on the horizon as the sun lowered slowly. "Your majesty you need to come with us, it's our king. He's gone crazy because-"

"Because I'm his mate."

You cut Kirishima off, turning to face them. "I'm well aware of who I am to him." your tone annoeyed Mina, "If you knew why did you leave? He's going crazy and he needs you and your here-" Your eyes narrowed on the pink girl, "Do you know what happens to my kind?" Mina shut up, it was no secret the torture witches went through, "I do I know I'll be safe, I'm not a puppet for others to play. Mate or not I will not bow." Kirishima understood what was happening, why you were hesitant.

"Bakugo would never hurt you, your his destined mate and besides he likes a girl with strong morals and a fighting spirit." Kirishima spoke the truth, hoping it would persuade you to come with them. "Please!" Mina begged, "He's in pain, please just try!" You thought it over, eyes moving back to the setting sun. If you were captured today at least you ahd had one last taste of freedom.

You sighed, looking at the two desperate dragons in front of you, "Fine."

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Generation Z is “TOO YOUNG”

you say i am too young

too young to be a feminist

too young to know my own sexuality

too young to be depressed

too young to hate

too young to protest

too young to be an activist

too young

too stupid

too naive

and you are right

i am too young

too young to be scared of bullets ricocheting through my school, embedding themselves into my fellow classmates and having to watch as the life from my best friends once bright and hopeful eyes flickers out, knowing i will never be able to apologies for that stupid fight we were having, knowing i will never be able to laugh, smile, or talk with her again, knowing i will never be able to hug her again, knowing i will never be able to tell her i love her one last time

too young to be scared of being raped by a man while i walk down the street in my school uniform because i can feel his eyes watching me and i should have waited for someone to walk with me, i should have waited for jacky to have finished her test so we could walk together because now if something happens to me it’s my fault but i just wanted to go home to get ahead on schoolwork

too young to be scared of finding my friend dead in a sticky pool of her own crimson blood because slitting her wrists and watching the blood flow was better than living or finding her body cold and lifeless on the bathroom floor with candy colored pills scattered around her and stuffed down her throat because she’d rather go out in a loopy daze than try to withstand and fight the torment and i couldn’t make it in time to stop her

too young to be scared of seeing a familiar face on the news because jordan was black and looked older than his actual age and the white middle aged cop shot in “self defense” even though jordan was unarmed and innocent or because elias was muslim and was carrying a “suspiscous” bag and was shot and later died because the police officers thought he was a “terrorist” when elias just wanted to get home to his mom and little sister with a jewelry box to give them, which now sits in peices on the concrete floor

too young to be scared of finding my lgbt friends killled, abandoned, or sent off to a conversion camp because all they wanted was love and acceptance but instead they found hate and rejection because they were “disgusting sinners” who were just “confused” and katy is finally back from camp but she doesn’t even remember my damn name

too young to be sobbing with such lose and grief over people so dear to me who were killed and died too young because no one would help them because all of their cries were “fake” because they were too young to know “real” pain

too young to be scarred, bruised, bloody and beaten by a war i did not start or choose to fight in

you say i am too young

and you are not wrong

i am too young

too young for

H O M O P H O B I A

R A C I S M

S E X I S M

R A P E

S E L F   H A R M

S U I C I D E

G U N   V I O L E N C E

and

S C H O O L   S H O O T I N G S

to be normal to me

i should not be so desensitized by this violent reality

so yes, i am too young

but you cannot blame me

for my hyper awareness of our reality

my generation was born with information at our fingertips

and we have been told to sit still and be quiet

because the adults were talking

but you had your chance

it is now our turn to speak

and our turn to fight

because our rage is pure fire

and with every ragged breath we take

our lungs get more shredded by all of the hate and misery

that is ingrained so deeply in our society

you say we are “too sensitive”

because we are “hormonal teenagers who cannot control our emotions”

and therefore we “cannot have opinions”

but you can no longer invalidate our claims as we yell for change

because the DEATH of our classmates

and the BLOOD of our friends

has paved the path for this revolution

your generation may have won battles

but my generation will be the one to win the war

my generation will be the one to instill change and bring peace

because we grew up in a hating world spiraling into darkness and death

and dying was never our biggest fear

watching the world burn around us was expected

but we fully intend to repair the damage you all have so carelessly done

>>we are generation z and we will be the ones to rise from the ashes<<

3/31/18

started: 2:31 a.m.

finished: 3:49 a.m.

catnip // h. shinsou

A/N: My take on the nsfw 7 minutes in heaven inspired server collab. Strap in folks, it’s a long one!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,043

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, choking, overstimulation, really just generally safe, kinky sex

SYNOPSIS: It seemed crazy, but against your better judgement, you signed up for a ‘steamy night with a local hottie.’ You weren’t expecting too much out of the whole situation but boy, were you wrong.

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your heartbeat pounded through your ears as you fully removed the lid. on top was a notecard with the address to what you assumed would be the meeting place with a date and time. just three days away and you’d be having the time of your life, or so the website said. 

a sick feeling crawled up your throat and you almost threw the box away in the trash can. what were you doing? were you really about to meet up with some stranger, at a random location, to eventually go back somewhere and fuck? what if he was a murderer? what if he had bad intentions? sure, there was a background check involved, and the initial meeting place was a neutral location where you could feel each other out, but still, were you that desperate for a good dicking down?

the answer was a very resounding yes, and with a firm shake of your head, you pushed the worried thoughts out of your mind and removed the note with the sheet of paper. underneath was a… cat toy? and was that catnip? you were extremely, extremely confused, the object not doing anything to quell your nerves but only heighten them. but still, you were intrigued, and you’d be damned if you let nerves get in the way of a potentially good night.

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Wet Pleasures

Fandom: BNHA

Rating: E

Characters: Hitoshi Shinsou

Tags: dom!Shinsou, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, bondage

Word Count: ~7k    

           “You’re such a good girl,” He mused, his other hand drifting down your arm, thumb dangerously close to the outline of your breast, “you never tell me no.”

           You shook your head faintly in agreement, your eyes drawn to the beautiful muscles of his body that you had yet to see before.

           “If you don’t tell me no right now, kitty, I’m going to do very naughty things with you.”

Request for dubliinwaltz

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mini avatar tag ~

tagged by the real og @lovepaintt​ ~ hey hey!!! i know we havent talked in a while but i hope everything is going well! miss u!

Rules: Make an avatar representing you irl and one that would represent you in a fantasy/mythical aesthetic.

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this is so cute!!!!! if they had more curly hair options: i totally would’ve gone for those!

tags: @yuniixoxo​ @captainjeon​ @chunghamor​ @bellaloona​ @possessedbydaevil​ @uwunnie​ @rachateen​ (you don’t have to do it!!!)

Thank you for tagging me @curledlife

Sadly the skin tone wasn’t as dark as i would’ve liked so I had edit a bit but I like it!!!

I tag: @sakuangelnarufox and anyone else who would like to

(sorry don’t have many mutuals)

Ooooo! Thank you for the tag @captainjeon ! I will legit kill you with kpop later XD but here is me on the first one and me in fantasy world is basically my OC lol

I tagged my lovely friends! @shoutodoki and @zodiacharem uwu

Thank you for the tag!! These are sooo cute 😍

Me vs my OC I have a soft spot for pink hair ok

I’ll tag: @yuki-osaki (I know you’ll just make ur yuki lol but make yourself too!!) @shoutogepi @xcherieamorx @shinsvu @lovingshoto @sneemclee and anyone else who wants to do this!!

You don’t have to do these but I’d love to see everyone else’s creations 🥺