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IVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR TO POST THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW
I’m crying.
i scheduled this a year ago..
Scheduling for every year
i am looking for
the manga panel where deku and kacchan are checking out the diary of the previous OFA users and kacchan makes this funny face with his tounge out and deku is just calmly showing him stuff
In the highest resolution available
please!! :( I can’t find it
This was the best I could find
for the percy jackson disney+ series I think that it would be so cool to cast unknowns for the kids but well-known actors and actresses for the gods and goddesses. imagine the power of contrasting the power dynamic that those groups have both in the show AND in real life .... a cultural reset
Now that an anon in my inbox informed me that AFO wasn’t only rick but actually obscenely rich, I need 1-A, who thinks he is barely above Ochako in term of allowance, to react to Izuku having a ton of money.
Izuku: *mentions he wants a specific All Might merch and can’t wait to buy it*
1-A: *looks it up and almost faints when they see the prize. Obviously, Izuku made a mistake and everyone starts to think about a collective gift*
Izuku: *comes back with said All Might merchandise and puts it in his room while 1-A is looking at him with stupefaction. The only one not to be surprised is Bakugou.*
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All Might: *invites his son to the restaurant*
Izuku: *pays by reflex*
All Might afterwards: C O N S T A N T V I G I L A N CE
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Izuku: *never asks to be paid back when someone borrows money from him*
1-A: “It’s because he is too nice to ask, right?”
Bakugou: *slowly shakes his head*
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Those red sneakers of his? Haute couture, mon cher.
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The Kamino squad in their second year, as they were about to investigate something: “Such a shame that the lead goes back to the United States. There is nothing we can do, now?”
Izuku, looking up from his laptop and who has already bought the plane tickets: “Sorry, you were saying something?”
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In the background, AFO is despairing because despite all the money he is sending his family, they are almost never using it. It probably means there isn’t enough.
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The class once goes into Izuku’s room and plays the “How much does it cost?” game and Uraraka passes out ten minutes into the game.
I mentioned this earlier, but since I just hit 3k followers, I thought I’d do a little writing giveaway to celebrate!
There will be three winners, each winner will have 48 hours to respond to a dm/ask to claim their prize before I’ll roll another winner.
For giveaway fics, I’m going to ask that these be largely focused on canon characters from BNHA, as that’s my current hyperfocus.
Winners may request nsfw content if they are over 18.
That being said, I have the right to say no to any prompt/idea/aspect I’m not comfortable with writing, nsfw or otherwise.
You do have to be following me to win, new followers are totally welcome.
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THIS WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE VIDEO ON THIS WEBSITE
I bookmarked this months ago and it still makes me laugh until I can’t breathe
IT’S BACK
AFO Reigns (BNHA AU)
Whats up gamers…. I’m back with a new au….. now in bullet point form (u h o h)
Okay so
A BNHA AU where despite the many successors of One For All, All For One is still in control of Japan, striking fear into people and leading the largest organization of the world. Essentially, the world is in shambles. Fights are always happening in streets, there are gangs under the influence of AFO that do his bidding in every corner of the country.
Essentially, AFO is still as powerful as he was the day he rose in name.
In recent developments and interest, AFO is still interested in the idea of Nomu. But he needs people in order to make the Nomu.
And he finds that quirkless people make very good vessels, but because of the generational evolution, the number of quirkless compared to quirked is still 20%
And because he is still a psycho, he makes a sick power play in which if you offer your quirkless child to them, he will reward you, full protection from his subordinates for the rest of your living days in his reign.
As you can guess, people fear the man more than for their own child
All except for Inko Midoriya
Inko Midoriya and Izuku Midoriya have always been on the run. The moment the news that AFO is in the city, they move. Inko loves Izuku too much to give him up.
They end up in the UA Hideout, a quiet, highly secure and protected area where people against AFO live, building up a repertoire of growing heroes that aim to take down villain organizations and reclaiming cities from AFO.
There, Izuku meets Bakugou and they start a friendship, Bakugou aiming to kick villain butt, and Izuku following him because Kacchan is so cool!
Bakugou is there to teach Izuku how to fight in case some asshole wants to use Izuku’s quirklessness, and Izuku, no matter how many times he’s taken down, gets up.
They meet the others of “Class 1A” as they grow up in the UA Hideout, and Izuku forms a quick friendship with them, alongside a reluctant Bakugou.
Fast forward years later, All Might, the 8th holder of One For All, who works solo and distances himself from UA Hideout to keep it safe, and to preserve his animosity, encounters AFO and has a death match.
Mind you, AFO has many backers from all over Japan to help him, so as All Might fights about a thousand villains alongside some heroes and then AFO, he manages to at least critically injure him, blowing his head off, but at the expense of himself.
Villains are chasing him and he’s at his limit, almost on the brink of death until a certain Izuku Midoriya (Now 15 years old) steps in and pulls him into a safe area.
All Might, expecting this to be his last breath, frantically just shoves a strand of hair at him and begs him to eat it. Saying its important and that Izuku has to trust him.
Izuku, bless his soul, is absolutely worried and terrified for the bleeding broken man and also, utterly confused, but in a state of panic, he accepts the hair and eats it.
Fortunately, Izuku had the right mind to call for help, and the UA heroes arrive, rescuing All Might in time, and he lives, but definitely reaching his limit before OFA dies within him.
However, All Might has now risked the security of the UA Hideout, weakened and too injured to leave UA, and now has put a child in a dangerous position, being entrusted One For All, and ending AFO and his tyranny.
As terrible as it is to put this on Izuku, All Might tells him, in front of his friends, Izuku’s mother and the heroes protecting UA, because he also needs to explain why the hell he was confronting Japan’s (And even the world’s) most dangerous villain and for the sake of Izuku’s protection.
Bakugou is the first to be livid, yelling at this skeleton for just, of all the people he could have chosen, forcing a quirkless kid, not even a hero in training, a very heavy burden that could kill Izuku before he could even make it to 20.
Izuku on the other hand, stops Bakugou from blowing All Might up. Despite the burden, and Izuku’s confusion and fears, he trusts All Might, and just like Bakugou and all the other heroes in UA, he wants to help to save people.
And so, Izuku Midoriya becomes the 9th successor to One For All, and the only person who can end the tyranny of AFO.
Some things about the world building. Because sources are limited (Seeing as AFO controls almost all of Japan’s Suppliers to fund his empire), hero costumes are practically simplified. Not everyone gets the best gear to help enhance their gear so they have to think outside the box. (Thus the bullet vests, regular clothing, e.t.c)
The UA Hideout encourages its inhabitants to help as much as possible. From people who can produce materials, to cooks, to support heroes making costumes, and so much more.
Of course, Nedzu is one of the many leaders helping in the growth of UA, and most prominently in charge of its heroes and missions.
Some parts of Japan are relatively left untouched by AFO, since so many people fear him or come to him. He only ever does take over said city if they pose a problem, or if he feels bored.
You can bet there’s gonna be a shit ton of angst. What do you expect? Kids being heroes to help save whatever they can and seeing things they should not have to, growing up having to worry if you might die, and then shit happens that you can’t stop? big yikes.
At 18, everyone receive a superpower. Your childhood friend got a power-absorption, your best friends got time control, and they quickly rise into top 100 most powerful superheroes. You got a mediocre superpower, but somehow got into the top 10. Today they visit you asking how you did it.
“Power absorption?” you ask him over your pasta, which you are currently absorbing powerfully. in the background, a tv is reading out what the Phoenix extremeist group has done recently. bodies, stacking.
tim nods, pushing his salad around. “it’s kind of annoying.” he’s gone vegan ever since he could talk to animals. his cheeks are sallow. “yesterday i absorbed static and i can’t stop shocking myself.”
“you don’t know what from,” shay is detangling her hair at the table, even though it’s not polite. about a second ago, her hair was perfect, which implies she’s been somewhere in the inbetween. “try millions of multiverses that your powers conflict with.”
“did we die in the last one?” you grin and she grins and tim grins but nobody answers the question.
now she has a cut over her left eye and her hair is shorter. she looks tired and tim looks tired and you look down at your 18-year-old hands, which are nothing.
they ship out tomorrow. they go out to the frontlines or wherever it is that superheroes go to fight supervillains; the cream of the crop. the starlight banner kids.
“you both are trying too hard,” you tell them, “couldn’t you have been, like, really good at surfing?”
“god,” shay groans, “what i’d give to only be in the olympics.”
xxx in the night, tim is asleep. on the way home, he absorbed telekinesis, and hates it too.
shay looks at you. “i’m scared,” she says.
you must not have died recently, because she looks the same she did at dinner, cut healing slowly over her eye the way it’s supposed to, not the hyper-quickness of a timejump. just shay, living in the moment when the moment is something everyone lives in. her eyes are wide and dark the way brown eyes can be, that swelling fullness that feels so familiar and warm, that piercing darkness that feels like a stone at the back of your tongue.
“you should be,” you say.
her nose wrinkles, she opens her mouth, but you plow on.
“they’re going to take one look at you and be like, ‘gross, shay? no thanks. you’re too pretty. it’s bringing down like, morale, and things’. then they’ll kick you out and i’ll live with you in a box and we’ll sell stolen cans of ravioli.”
she’s grinning. “like chef boyardee or like store brand?”
“store brand but we print out chef boyardee labels and tape them over the can so we can mark up the price.”
“where do we get the tape?”
“we, uh,” you look into those endless dark eyes, so much like the night, so much like a good hot chocolate, so much like every sleepover you’ve had with the two of your best friends, and you say, “it’s actually just your hair. i tie your hair around the cans to keep the label on.”
she throws a pillow at you.
you both spend a night planning what you’ll do in the morning when shay is kicked out of Squadron 8, Division 1; top rankers that are all young. you’ll both run away to the beach and tim will be your intel and you’ll burn down the whole thing. you’re both going to open a bakery where you will do the baking and she’ll use her time abilities to just, like, speed things up so you don’t have to wake up at dawn. you’re both going to become wedding planners that only do really extreme weddings.
she falls asleep on your shoulder. you do not sleep at all.
in the morning, they are gone.
xxx
squadron 434678, Division 23467 is basically “civilian status.” you still have to know what to expect and all that stuff. you’re glad that you’re taking extra classes at college; you’re kind of bored re-learning the stuff you were already taught in high school. there are a lot of people who need help, and you’re good at that, so you help them.
tim and shay check in from time to time, but they’re busy saving the world, so you don’t fault them for it. in the meantime, you put your head down and work, and when your work is done, you help the people who can’t finish their work. and it kind of feels good. kind of.
xxx
at twenty, squadron 340067, division 2346 feels like a good fit. tim and you go out for ice cream in a new place that rebuilt after the Phoenix group burned it down. you’ve chosen nurse-practitioner as your civilian job, because it seems to fit, but you’re not released for full status as civilian until you’re thirty, so it’s been a lot of office work.
tim’s been on the fritz a lot lately, overloading. you’re worried they’ll try to force him out on the field. he’s so young to be like this.
“i feel,” he says, “like it all comes down to this puzzle. like i’m never my own. i steal from other people’s boxes.”
you wrap your hand around his. “sometimes,” you say, “we love a river because it is a reflection.”
he’s quiet a long time after that. a spurt of flame licks from under his eyes.
“i wish,” he says, “i could believe that.”
xxx
twenty three has you in squad 4637, division 18. really you’ve just gotten here because you’re good at making connections. you know someone who knows someone who knows you as a good kid. you helped a woman onto a bus and she told her neighbor who told his friend. you’re mostly in the filing department, but you like watching the real superheroes come in, get to know some of them. at this level, people have good powers but not dangerous ones. you learn how to help an 18 year old who is a loaded weapon by shifting him into a non-violent front. you get those with pstd home where they belong. you put your head down and work, which is what you’re good at.
long nights and long days and no vacations is fine until everyone is out of the office for candlenights eve. you’re the only one who didn’t mind staying, just in case someone showed up needing something.
the door blows open. when you look up, he’s bleeding. you jump to your feet.
“oh,” you say, because you recognize the burning bird insignia on his chest, “I think you have the wrong office.”
“i just need,” he spits onto the ground, sways, collapses.
well, okay. so, that’s, not, like. great. “uh,” you say, and you miss shay desperately, “okay.”
you find the source of the bleeding, stabilize him for when the shock sets in, get him set up on a desk, sew him shut. two hours later, you’ve gotten him a candlenights present and stabilized his vitals. you’ve also filed him into a separate folder (it’s good to be organized) and found him a home, far from the warfront.
when he wakes up, you give him hot chocolate (god, how you miss shay), and he doesn’t smile. he doesn’t smile at the gift you’ve gotten him (a better bulletproof vest, one without the Phoenix on it), or the stitches. that’s okay. you tell him to take the right medications, hand them over to him, suggest a doctor’s input. and then you hand over his folder with a new identity in it and a new house and civilian status. you take a deep breath.
he opens it and bursts into tears. he doesn’t say anything. he just leaves and you have to clean up the blood, which isn’t very nice of him. but it’s candlenights. so whatever. hopefully he’ll learn to like his gift.
xxx
squadron 3046, division 2356 is incredibly high for a person like you to fit. but still, you fit, because you’re good at organization and at hard work, and at knowing how to hold on when other people don’t see a handhold.
shay is home. you’re still close, the two of you, even though she feels like she exists on another planet. the more security you’re privy to, the more she can tell you.
you brush her hair as she speaks about the endless man who never dies, and how they had to split him up and hide him throughout the planet. she cries when she talks about how much pain he must be in.
“can you imagine?” she whispers, “i mean, i know he’s phoenix, but can you imagine?”
“one time i had to work retail on black friday,” you say.
she sniffles.
“one time my boss put his butt directly on my hand by accident and i couldn’t say anything so i spent a whole meeting with my hand directly up his ass,” you say.
her eyes are so brown, and filling, and there are scars on her you’ve never noticed that might be new or very, very, very old; and neither of you know exactly how much time she’s actually been alive for.
“i mean,” you say, “yeah that might hurt but one time i said goodbye to someone but they were walking in the same direction. i mean can you imagine.”
she laughs, finally, even though it’s weakly, and says, “one time even though i can manipulate time i slept in and forgot to go to work even though i was leading a presentation and i had to look them in the face later to tell them that.”
“you’re a compete animal,” you tell her, and look into those eyes, so sad and full of timelines you’ll never witness, “you should be kicked out completely.”
she wipes her face. “find me in a box,” she croaks, “selling discount ravioli.”
xxx
you don’t know how it happens. but you guess the word gets around. you don’t think you like being known to them as someone they can go to, but it’s not like they’ve got a lot of options. many of them just want to be out of it, so you get them out, you guess.
you explain to them multiple times you haven’t done a residency yet and you really only know what an emt would, but they still swing by. every time they show up at your office, you feel your heart in your chest: this is it, this is how you die, this is how it ends.
“so, like, this group” you say, trying to work the system’s loopholes to find her a way out of it, “from ashes come all things, or whatever?”
she shrugs. you can tell by looking at her that she’s dangerous. “it’s corny,” she says. another shrug. “i didn’t mean to wind up a criminal.”
you don’t tell her that you sort of don’t know how one accidentally becomes a criminal, since you kind-of-sort-of help criminals out, accidentally.
“i don’t believe any of that stuff,” she tells you, “none of that whole… burn it down to start it over.” she swallows. “stuff just happens. and happens. and you wake up and it’s still happening, even though you wish it wasn’t.”
you think about shay, and how she’s covered in scars, and her crying late at night because of things nobody else ever saw.
“yeah,” you say, and print out a form, “i get that.”
and you find a dangerous woman a normal home.
xxx
“you’re squadron 905?”
“division 34754,” you tell him. watch him look down at your ID and certification and read your superpower on the card and then look back up to you and then back down to the card and then back up at you, and so on. he licks his chapped lips and stands in the cold.
this happens a lot. but you smile. the gatekeeper is frowning, but then hanson walks by. “oh shit,” he says, “it’s you! come right on in!” he gives you a hug through your rolled-down window.
the gatekeeper is in a stiff salute now. gulping in terror. hanson is one of the strongest people in this sector, and he just hugged you.
the gate opens. hanson swaggers through. you shrug to the gatekeeper. “i helped him out one time.”
inside they’re debriefing. someone has shifted sides, someone powerful, someone wild. it’s not something you’re allowed to know about, but you know it’s bad. so you put your head down, and you work, because that’s what you’re good at, after all. you find out the gatekeeper’s name and send him a thank-you card and also handmade chapstick and some good earmuffs.
shay messages you that night. i have to go somewhere, she says, i can’t explain it, but there’s a mission and i might be gone a long time.
you stare at the screen for a long time. your fingers type out three words. you erase them. you instead write where could possibly better than stealing chef boyardee with me?
she doesn’t read it. you close the tab.
and you put your head down. and work.
xxx
it’s in a chili’s. like, you don’t even like chili’s? chili’s sucks, but the boss ordered it so you’re here to pick it up, wondering if he gave you enough money to cover. things have been bad recently. thousands dying. whoever switched sides is too powerful to stop. they destroy anyone and anything, no matter the cost.
the phoenix fire smells like pistachios, you realize. you feel at once part of yourself and very far. it happens so quickly, but you feel it slowly. you wonder if shay is involved, but know she is not.
the doors burst in. there’s screaming. those in the area try their powers to defend themselves, but everyone is civilian division. the smell of pistachios is cloying.
then they see you. and you see them. and you put your hands on your hips.
“excuse me, tris,” you say, “what are you doing?”
there’s tears in her eyes. “i need the money,” she croaks.
“From a chili’s?” you want to know, “who in their right mind robs a chili’s? what are you going to do, steal their mozzarella sticks?”
“it’s connected to a bank on the east wall,” she explains, “but i thought it was stupid too.”
you shake your head. you pull out your personal checkbook. you ask her how much she needs, and you see her crying. you promise her the rest when you get your paycheck.
someone bursts into the room. shouts things. demands they start killing.
but you’re standing in the way, and none of them will kill you or hurt you, because they all know you, and you helped them at some point or another, or helped their friend, or helped their children.
tris takes the money, everyone leaves. by the time the heroes show up, you’ve gotten everyone out of the building.
the next time you see tris, she’s marrying a beautiful woman, and living happily, having sent her cancer running. you’re a bridesmaid at the wedding.
xxx
“you just,” the director wants to know now, “sent them running?”
hanson stands between her and you, although you don’t need the protection.
“no,” you say again, for the millionth time, “i just gave her the money she needed and told her to stop it.”
“the phoenix group,” the director of squadron 300 has a vein showing, “does not just stop it.”
you don’t mention the social issues which confound to make criminal activity a necessity for some people, or how certain stereotypes forced people into negative roles to begin with, or how an uneven balance of power punished those with any neurodivergence. instead you say, “yeah, they do.”
“i’m telling you,” hanson says, “we brought her out a few times. it happens every time. they won’t hurt her. we need her on our team.”
your spine is stiff. “i don’t do well as a weapon,” you say, voice low, knowing these two people could obliterate you if they wished. but you won’t use people’s trust against them, not for anything. besides, it’s not like trust is your superpower. you’re just a normal person.
hanson snorts. “no,” he says, “but i like that when you show up, the fighting just… stops. that’s pretty nice, kid.”
“do you know… what we are dealing with…. since agent 25… shifted….?” the director’s voice is thin.
“yeah,” hanson says, “that’s why i think she’d be useful, you know? add some peace to things.”
the director sits down. sighs. waves her hand. “whatever,” she croaks, “do what you want. reassign her.”
hanson leads you out. over your shoulder, you see her put her head in her hands. later, you get her a homemade spa kit, and make sure to help her out by making her a real dinner from time to time, something she’s too busy for, mostly.
at night, you write shay messages you don’t send. telling her things you cannot manage.
one morning you wake up to a terrible message: shay is gone. never to be seen again.
xxx
you’re eating ice cream when you find him.
behind you, the city is burning. hundreds dead, if not thousands.
he’s staring at the river. maybe half-crying. it’s hard to tell, his body is shifting, seemingly caught between all things and being nothing.
“ooh buddy,” you say, passing him a cone-in-a-cup, the way he likes it, “talk about a night on the town.”
the bench is burning beside him, so you put your jacket down and snuff it out. it’s hard sitting next to him. he emits so much.
“hey tim?” you say.
“yeah?” his voice is a million voices, a million powers, a terrible curse.
“can i help?” you ask.
he eats a spoonful of ice cream.
“yeah,” he says eventually. “i think i give up.”
xxx
later, when they praise you for defeating him, you won’t smile. they try to put you in the media; an all-time hero. you decline every interview and press conference. you attend his funeral with a veil over your head.
the box goes into the ground. you can’t stop crying.
you’re the only one left at the site. it’s dark now, the subtle night.
you feel her at your side and something in your heart stops hurting. a healing you didn’t know you needed. her hands find yours.
“they wanted me to kill him,” she says, “they thought i’d be the only one who could.” her hands are warm. you aren’t breathing.
“beat you to it,” you say.
“i see that,” she tells you.
you both stand there. crickets nestle the silence.
“you know,” she says eventually, “i have no idea which side is the good one.”
“i think that’s the point of a good metaphor about power and control,” you say, “it reflects the human spirit. no tool or talent is good or bad.”
“just useful,” she whispers. after a long time, she wonders, “so what does that make us?”
xxx
it’s a long trek up into the mountains. shay seems better every day. more solid. less like she’s on another plane.
“heard you’re a top ten,” she tells me, her breath coming out in a fog. you’ve reclassed her to civilian. it took calling in a few favors, but you’ve got a lot.
“yeah,” you say, “invulnerable.”
“oh, is that your superpower?” she laughs. she knows it’s not.
“that’s what they’re calling it,” you tell her, out of breath the way she is not, “it’s how they explain a person like me at the top.”
“if that means ‘nobody wants to kill me’, i think i’m the opposite.” but she’s laughing, in a light way, a way that’s been missing from her.
the cabin is around the corner. the lights are already on.
“somebody’s home,” i grin.
tim, just tim, tim who isn’t forced into war and a million reflections, opens the door. “come on in.” xxx squadron one, division three. a picture of shay in a wedding dress is on my desk. she looks radiant, even though she’s marrying little old me.
what do i do? just what i’m best at. what’s not a superpower. what anyone is capable of: just plain old helping.
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Calling a canon bisexual woman a lesbian becuase she has a female love interest or is in a wlw relationship is bisexual erasure and biphobic!!!!
Same thing for bisexual people in m/f relationships that people call straight.
AS A BI PERSON I THANK YOU
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This is actually the best intro to a porno that has ever existed
There is no way this is a porno
This is the best porno there has ever been.
“HEY WHAT THE FUCK”
This is the news at 11
We’re coming live from your heart
[Y’all can’t tell me this isn’t Reo messing with Midoriya]
if Gilbert Gottfried isn’t voicing this slamming power bottom then what are we even doing here
this screenshot leaves out the best part of the character design
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I think we’re not seeing the bigger picture here which is that Disney has a dating sim app, if Iago is in it then who the fuck else is in it
I cannot stress this enough, but, what the fuck
I feel like it should be clarified that the sexy anime husband next to Iago is not, in fact, Jafar.
That’s Jafar’s staff.
HIS WHAT ???
This post is a new punch in the face every time I see it
Women should NOT be forced to feed their babies in a bathroom, all because we live in a misogynistic, porn-warped society that’s been brainwashed to believe that female breasts used for anything other than male pleasure is “indecent”. Support public breast feeding and end the porn culture.
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No. I’m eating. I don’t wanna see you hang out your goddamn tits while I have food. My kids don’t wanna see it. It’s not some misogynistic ideal, it’s fucking public indecency. Can I take my cock out under the table and feed my wife/girlfriend? No? Fuck you
i genuinely cannot believe that you just compared a blowjob to breastfeeding oh my fucking god
getting a blowjob is a sexual thing and it also does not ‘feed’ anyone whereas breastfeeding is literally not even a sexual thing a baby is having food that they need to live like it’s nowhere near on the same level as getting a blowjob omg
if you are uncomfortable seeing a woman breastfeeding then that is your problem because you have oversexualised breasts so much that you can’t even stand seeing them being used for their actual purpose and also you’re an idiot
go eat your dinner in a public bathroom, you trash bag
End skeevy dudes who compare whipping out their dick in public to breast feeding 2k15
DO YOU FEED YOUR CHILDREN SEMEN? SHOVE A TRASH CAN UP YOUR ASS
Pediatric anthropology student, here.
1.) Breasts as sexual fetishes is a (largely Western) cultural construction. Yes, it’s a fetish – anything you are sexually attracted to that is not the genitals of an adult is a fetish, or paraphilia. My professors have met non-Westerners who think our men are “like babies” because they are attracted to breasts.
Breasts ≠ genitals. Scientifically, they are considered secondary sexual characteristics – same category as facial hair. They can be sexual in a sexual context, just as necks and feet can be. But their primary purpose is reproductive.
2.) Breastmilk is not a “bodily fluid.” It is FOOD.
It is not categorized by the CDC as a biohazard, and so no you don’t need to freak out if your coworker wants to store her milk right next to your Lunchables.
MOREOVER,
Breastmilk is not just protein and vitamins. It is a living, dynamic substance that BUILDS HUMANS.
It has hundreds of ingredients (<— actually that list needs to be updated because they’ve discovered more already). There is a lab at the University of Washington St. Louis, where they have written all of the ingredients of human milk on the wall – They have run out of room on that wall. Among those ingredients:
The exact ratio of protein-sugars-fats that human infants need (cow’s milk doesn’t even come close)
Antibodies to pathogens in the baby’s environment (synthesized by the mother within hours of coming into contact with a given pathogen) and other immune factors
Stem cells. FUCKING STEM CELLS. (They used glow-in-the-dark mice to find out what they do!)
Hormones (support growth and regulate behavior)
peptides
Self-digesting fats (what the whaaat)
Growth factors
water, vitamins, minerals, carbs, etc.
prolly other awesome shit we don’t even know about yet because we’ve barely scratched the surface of this research!
These ingredients change hour-to-hour according to the baby’s needs. It will even add more water on hot/dry days. Fuck, breastmilk kills cancer in a petri dish. Breastmilk. is. not. a. bodily. fluid. It. is. liquid. gold. 3.) When you tell a woman to go to the bathroom to breastfeed, you are perpetuating the notion that it is dirty and shameful and needs to be hidden away. This idea is the biggest barrier to achieving breastfeeding goals in the United States. Because women feel ashamed, they often stay isolated at home when they should be spending time out and about with friends and family and having, like, a life. This isolation can contribute to postpartum depression. From the Surgeon General’s Call to Action to Support Breastfeeding: Women may find themselves excluded from social interactions when they are breastfeeding because others are reluctant to be in the same room while they breastfeed. For many women, the feeling of embarrassment restricts their activities and is cited as a reason for choosing to feed supplementary formula or to give up breastfeeding altogether. And since we have this culture of shame and privacy surrounding breastfeeding, young girls and women don’t see it enough to learn what is normal/not and how to do it, so they often give up when they run into problems because they don’t realize there’s an easy fix. Moreover, an infant needs to be integrated into society in order to develop properly. He/she needs to see faces and hear voices. Isolating them – or throwing a blanket over their head – takes this important component of their development away. It also often annoys them because they are understimulated. 4.) YOU NEED TO SEE IT. That’s right, YOU. Even if you are a dude. Maybe you aren’t a parent, but you probably have loved ones who are. Or you might become one yourself someday. And if you are American chances are you have no idea how breastfeeding actually works, because you never fucking see it. It’s messy and complicated, and hard. It used to be a part of everyday life, because there weren’t any alternatives – So we learned how to do it by being around it all the time, NBD. The whole sexualization/modesty thing surrounding breasts wasn’t a thing until like the mid-20th century. Check out this 1871 drawing of a woman breastfeeding IN FUCKING CHURCH:
She’s covered head to toe, in accordance with modesty standards of the time – except for her breast, about which the people around her give zero fucks. More from the Surgeon General: In American culture, breasts have often been regarded primarily as sexual objects, while their nurturing function has been downplayed. Although focusing on the sexuality of female breasts is common in the mass media, visual images of breastfeeding are rare, and a mother may never have seen a woman breastfeeding. Mothers need to see it. Future mothers need to see it. Future fathers need to see it. Family members need to see it. Everybody needs to see it. SO THEY FUCKING GET USED TO IT. So, no, I’m not gonna go to the bathroom to feed my kid. If you don’t want to see it, then DON’T. FUCKING. LOOK.
I agree. Women should be able to feed their child like you are feeding yourself. If you are worried about not showing a boob to the world or being juged, my mum would put a thing wrapping blanket or thin cloth over her shoulder and me and my siblings to hide the breast and be able to feed happily. Having a cloth with your nappy bag is essential in any case. And if you are so offended by a women making sure her baby survives and doesn’t acream up the place give her your jacket and nicely say. “Here, I would hate for you to be ridaculed for feeding your child.”
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Excuse me while I die. If this is just a clip I don’t know how I’m going to survive the entire series!
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No bitch
That’s nice but the post was by a bi person upset at bisexual erasure
Not to mention the exclusion of so many het relationships with trans people but that’s besides the point.
Let bi/pan/poly people have their relationships represented too, regardless of if they’re hetero.
Even if you aren’t Bi, or Pan, or Trans, or Ace. You should be able to ship what you want. I’m a lesbian, and If i think a man and a woman are cute together? So be it. I don’t have to prove im a ‘good’ lesbian by only shipping pure, wholesome, 100% same sex ships
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