you’re not for everyone. so what. literally so what. you still have people who will always love you & whom you mean the world to. and you also have yourself. you’re not missing out, they are
every time i see discourse about pedohysteria amidst a trans genocide i think about that news article from 2016 about the mexican immigrant who voted for trump because trump said he’d get rid of all the “bad hombres” from mexico, only to be deported himself because it turns out what trump was really saying was that he wanted to deport all mexicans, not just “the bad ones”
not just him, but there were many other examples too, like white conservatives who have mexican immigrant friends and family or people in the community important to them who were mexican immigrants, and they voted for trump because they thought trump was just getting rid of “criminals”, and then they regret it when their families and communities get torn apart by deportations of their spouses, their friends, their favourite restaurant owners, etc.
anyways, i hope young queers, trans people esp, understand that when conservatives talk about “pedophiles” and “groomers”, they’re not talking about actual child abusers, they’re talking about all queer people. they’re talking about all trans people. it’s why in florida, they’re categorizing “drag” as a child sex crime, and making sex crimes against children punishable by death. they’re trying to execute every single trans person, and that’s just the rhetoric they’re using
so stop buying into the pedohysteria. it’s easy to think “well, i’m not a pedophile, so i’ll be safe” when you don’t realize that in the eyes of conservatives, every single queer person is a pedophile and deserves death, and contributing to their rhetoric by trying to figure out which trans woman is a pedophile is just accelerating your own march to the gallows
i put on jerma streams for background a lot and it’s so concerning when he goes dead silent. i went to check on the tab thinking it was stuck or buffering and he was just
I love how he switches to Spanish just in case the fawn doesn’t understand English.
[video description:
The person holding the camera looks over the edge of a brick wall. There’s a fawn standing on the other side of the wall. The person and the fawn then have this conversation:
fawn: maaamg
person: hey, where your mom at?
fawn: maaa
person: where your m-
fawn: myaa
person: dónde está mamá? <pause> dónde?
fawn: mrya?
person: dónde?
fawn: myar?
person: dónde tu mamá? <pause> no tengas? no tengas? no tienes?
Just a little Alpha Enji softness for your Saturday 💕 hope everyone has been doing well
No TW other than a/b/o dynamics
A week passed like that, you two dancing around each other. Wanting to be in the presence of the other but either afraid to initiate or not wanting to push boundaries. It was almost weirdly intoxicating; the longing looks, lingering touches here and there, the heady smokiness of Enji’s scent seemingly getting stronger and more alluring anytime you were around. But sleeping in the bed with him had almost become a non-issue. Almost. Every night he would ask you to lay in bed with him and every night you refused, even though it became harder and harder, until finally on the eighth night he broke.
"Why do you insist on sleeping on the floor? You're not a dog y/n" he pressed, not letting the subject shift away again.
"I know, it's just-"
"Just what?" He demanded, his agitation very apparent in his bright blue eyes as he watched your body language. You sighed and pulled your blanket closer to your chest.
"I don't know how to explain it, I guess it's dumb"
"No, it's not dumb" He reassured you, getting up from where he was seated on the edge of the bed to stand before you before crouching down, looking you right in the eye, "I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me".
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“It’s not too late, y’know. I can still suit up and come with you.”
“Hawks,” Enji regarded him slowly, “we discussed this. There’s four of us, and we need to take turns resting.” He paused to tie the shoelaces on his left boot. “If we’re all burnt out when the time comes, well…”
Keigo sighed. “I know, I know. It’s just frustrating. I hate being in one place for too long, it makes me all jittery.” Keigo rambled, his wings flapping behind him erratically to demonstrate his point. Enji hummed in response, focusing now on the right boot. Hawks sidled next to where he sat on the entryway. “Y’know,” he traced a playful hand along Enji’s broad shoulders, “I’ll just be thinking about you the whole time.” He offered with a sly smile.
“Is that so.” Enji replied. Keigo could hear the cautious, but flirtatious tone as he spoke, not exactly egging him further, but still leaving plenty of room for Keigo to continue. Even though Enji was turned away, Keigo knew that he was almost smiling, too.
“Uh-huh. What’s a poor hero to do when his big, strong, sexy, smoking hot man is out there, saving people all by his lonesome?” Keigo waxed dramatically. Enji could hardly stifle a chuckle.
“I’m sure you’ll find something,” he responded with a fond huff. Enji moved to stand up from the step, turning to regard the winged hero. “But I do want you resting, alright?” He admonished gently. “No going out on your own to stir up trouble.” He asserted, though the younger hero looked away from his piercing gaze with a coy smile. “I mean it, Keigo.” Though his eyes held a stern look, his large, warm hands came to rest upon Keigo’s shoulders. He reached up, sliding his hands up and down Enji’s firm chest, admiring the man’s hero costume.
“Woe is me, forced to eat junk food and play video games all day.” He replied sardonically, but his gaze became soft as he looked up at Enji. For a moment, they stayed like that, existing in a space that was too fleeting. Their eyes connected, expressing the warmth they felt for each other that didn’t need to be spoken, because they both already knew. Then, reaching up on his toes, Keigo leaned up to capture Enji’s lips in a chaste kiss, once, twice, and then again. Enji finally broke away, turning to the door. He looked over his shoulder once before leaving.
ksksks omg my friend just planted an idea in my head and i think it matches enji too well.
just think of someone getting a bit too close to enji’s pretty house wife (pre-pregnancy in my mind) and he’s obvi pretty protective and probably a bit possessive of you, and so he just watches with a major look of distaste at someone trying to get close to you, ignoring the expensive rock on your finger. when you finally excuse yourself, you end up having to pacify your grumy mans, pressing kisses to his face while he has bit to tight of a grip on your hips.
and if you thought that grip was tight, it’s nothing compared to the grip he has while he’s slamming his pelvis to yours. tears of pleasure gather at your lashes as you’re gasping for air, and he’s not letting up. mumbling about how much he loves you, needs you in your ear when you come undone. he’s not done though, because tonight he’s putting a baby in you<333
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this. this so much. I love the idea of Enji being like this. minors and empty blogs do NOT interact!!
cw: x fem reader + explicit smut + breeding because it's Enji + possessive! Enji + teasing + not beta read!
"I'm not sure why Endeavor would leave such a pretty woman at home all the time," His coworker started once Enji detached himself from you to talk to someone that led him away from the big group.
You furrowed your eyebrows unsure how to take what he said, it wasn't like you were a prisoner, in fact, Enji hopes you get out to do things instead of sitting at home to get fresh air and do something for yourself learning from his last marriage he was a better man.
"He doesn't, I'm his wife, not a dog." You replied with a soft laugh watching the man step forward toward you, his presence was overwhelming and it didn't matter the fact that your ring was glittering under the light.
Or that your husband was watching the whole thing from the other corner, and the person was talking a million miles per minute but he didn't hear anything, Enji just watched you, a frown gracing his face.
He's not mad at you, no, it's that another dude is trying to take you home when your husband is right there? "We can finish this later," Enji told them making his way over as you met him halfway.
Your palms met with hard flesh looking at him knowing exactly what he was thinking. "I told him, don't worry babe." You reassured him with a smile, Enji couldn't help but frown glaring at the man catching him staring at your ass.
For the rest of the party, you peppered Enji's face with soft kisses when you two were able to break away from everyone and hide in a darkened corner. His fingers held your hips in a crushing grip, not hard enough to hurt but to keep you still as he returned the kisses.
Enji couldn't help but move one large hand down to grip the meat of your ass pulling you closer to him, he grunted nuzzling his face into you. "My big grumpy man, don't worry. I don't want anyone else, I'm your wife, not his, not anyone else's. But yours."
"I know. I just don't like the fact that he was staring at you like that, he's lucky I didn't-"
You covered his mouth hearing someone walk by, thankfully, they couldn't see you and Enji pressed against each other so intimately. "Let's go home now, and you can show me just how much you love me being your wife and what it does to you."
That's how you ended up folded in bed, your legs hanging over the crooks of Enji's arms, his fat cock bullying your cervix, the mushroom head kissing it. "My pretty little fuckin wife." He mumbled in your ear.
His teeth grazed your lobe as he ground against you, he slowed his pace making sure you felt how hard he was for you, that only you could make him feel this way. "I love you, so much, mine, you're all mine."
Enji wasn't sure if you heard him and at the moment he couldn't care if you did or not, especially like this, your pussy fluttering around him as tears streamed down your face from the sheer pleasure he gave you.
"Gonna put a baby in you." He growled in your neck nipping at it, the mere thought of that you clenched around him tightly pulling him closer whining his name.
"Yes! Give me a baby!" You babbled cock drunk, he filled you up so well and the sheer size of him never failed to amaze you either, anytime whether it was a quickie or not he always prepped you with his fingers first.
Now, you were on your second orgasm of the night quickly working on your third feeling his pelvis meet yours with a wet mess as he fucked you slow and hard. "So cute folded up like this."
"Enji!" His name was a chant on your tongue as he buried himself as deep as he could go shooting thick ropes of cum against your unprotected womb, filling you with his seed.
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Many people feel as though Endeavor's redemption arc is wish fulfillment, and would rather see a story about his victims realizing they deserve better and moving on without him, instead of reconciling with their abuser.
Your feelings are valid, and I'm not going to say that they aren't. Stories like that can and should exist. But here is why I think it is important in a narrative sense for Endeavor to successfully complete his redemption arc and reconcile with his family in the context of this story:
What I like about Endeavor in a meta sense is that he, and the entire Todoroki family as a whole, feel like a sort of micro-cosm of all the themes of hero society.
Hero society is filled with genuine well meaning heroes that want to do right by people, but ultimately fall short because they're uplifting a flawed and broken system. Endeavor at the beginning of his marriage to Rei was a good father to Touya, Rei was a good and stable mother for her children. But the entire marriage was bult on a bad foundation--Endeavor's selfish ambition to surpass All Might--and no amount of good intentions could fix it.
Ultimately, whether or not Endeavor really was trying to keep Touya from hurting himself didn't matter. Whether or not Rei loved Shoto and Touya doesn't matter. The entire family structure was irreparably flawed from conception, so eventually it fell apart.
But the reason Shigaraki, and by extension the LoV, is wrong in their views of society is that they don't believe in the ability of individual people to change. Shigaraki views society as maggot-filled--essentially, already dead, impossible to reform and therefore needing to be destroyed. But narratively, seeing Endeavor--the absolute worst that hero society has to offer--accepting his flaws, struggling with them, and eventually changing for the better, is how MHA refutes that argument.
Mischaracterization in fics is annoying and can sometimes make me be like “he would not say that” EXCEPT when I do it. he would say that because I am holding him at gunpoint to do so
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