No Offense But It's So Exhausting That My Posts Get Numbers Like This

no offense but it's so exhausting that my posts get numbers like this

all the time but my donation posts barely get touched

im a trans, asian, disabled butch trying to escape a toxic/borderline abusive house

i really dont want to go into details but i really can't take it anymore. i have a roommate and apartment all lined up and owe my deposit of $1,300 by july 24th. i can't work until i move so i have no income.

if you want to help me escape heres where you can do so:

https://twitter.com/aamer_rahman/status/1393510727915278336

I think the least talked about reason why I dislike Bakudeku is because the idea that because Midoriya is a boy, he can’t feel hurt over how Bakugo treats him. Despite Bakugo’s abusive tendencies, and him constantly calling him “weak” and “worthless”, “useless Deku”, and physically abusing him their whole childhood, this is portrayed by fans as being cute, because it’s two boys, and seeing as Izuku is a boy, he can’t possibly be upset, hurting, or suffering in any way, despite the fact that the entire reason why he throws himself into battle, and constantly breaks himself to save others, is because he doesn’t want to be useless or worthless anymore, and how he never truly had friends before U.A. I wonder why he feels that way, I mean it’s not like he was constantly told he was useless, and isolated from his peers every other day from the time he was four by someone he considered his best friend at the time- oh wait…

If the paragraph above doesn’t make this clear enough for you, then let me ask you a simple question: If Midoriya was a girl, and Bakugo was still a boy, and treated female Midoriya like he does in canon, (using his quirk on her, destroying her notebooks, calling her worthless, constantly yelling at her and being angry when she receives praise from others, dragging her out of the dorms to fight after curfew, only wanting to atone now that she isn’t quirkless anymore, as if it was her fault he abused her his whole life, and still has yet to properly apologise and treat her better) would you still ship them? Would you like Bakugo? No you wouldn’t. You’d see Bakugo on the same level as M*neta, or En3@vour, and wouldn’t praise him for being a feminist. Bakudeku would be the one of the most hated ships in the fandom, and so many more people would be stating that “it pushes the narrative that abuse victims must forgive and love their abusers, even when they’ve done nothing to warrant it”, and how it would be romanticising toxic relationships, and how abuse is ok as long as the abuser is conventionally attractive.

So why should it be any different seeing that Izuku is a boy? 

Trans women make the world a brighter place

an elaboration on why Horikoshi‘s misogynistic writing is so frustrating

BNHA literally starts with an ass shot of a woman.

Mt. Lady does get her cool moments later on, but she’s a seriously minor character and I frankly wouldn’t be surprised if she dies. And she’s far from being the only female character who is egregiously sexualized.

Manga spoilers through chapter 315 (leaks) below.

Czytaj dalej

The Painting teaser

Pairing : Jonghyun x female reader

Genres : Horror, angst, TBA

Summary : The painting of the monstrous man had always enthralled you. But what if he was enthralled by you too?

Warnings: TBA

Collab:  This is for the Don't Breath collab hosted by @junjungsunwoo. Thank you for letting me take part. This is the first time I'm writing horror so I enjoyed!​

Release Date: 1st October 2021

WC: TBA

She stood in front of the painting, the same one she had stood before years ago.

It was tucked away in a corner hall of the museum.

No one wanted to see such a gruesome painting. So it had to be kept away.

She remembered the first day she saw it.

She had been just five, cradled in her father's arms.

The print of the horrifying-looking man ripping human limbs had been scary, but something had attracted her to it.

And she came back there, again and again. First with her father, and then all alone when he had gotten tired of taking her there again and again, despite him warning her about it.

And she would have stared at the painting for more years to come hadn't it been for the rumour about their town.

A rumour which was unfortunately true.

Every last day of the month, people were killed.

Just one.

And each time, the cause of death was different.

And that ugly rumour had led to family to move away and she never saw that painting ever again.

But now she was back again after many years, but this time as a journalist ready to solve the mystery behind this.

She had waited eagerly for the whole week. Waiting for the last day of the month.

And now here she was back again, on the 31st of October, staring at the painting once more.

She hadn't meant to come here tonight. She had intended to stay in town and find out the mystery behind these horrors.

But something, something inside had her had told her to come here first.

At first, she thought it was nostalgia.

But now she could only feel horror as she stood in the semi-darkness. She could feel the hair standing at the back of her neck as her stomach curled in fear.

The painting was still the same. Exactly same.

But the monstrous man from the painting was missing.

And she could see him standing in the shadows of the corner of the room.

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