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edenaziraphale:

edenaziraphale:

also here’s another fucking 12:30am hot take cause i’m only ever capable of these but like,,,, 

how are we as a fandom kind of just collectively not talking about the fact that it seems like bakugo is definitely being abused by his parents? 

SO we’ve got this: 

Where Bakugou’s mother hits him, with force, and tells him that the kidnapping, violence, and trauma he suffered where his fault because he was “too weak” and that his weakness made him an inconvenience to everyone. 

And there’s this, later, during the license exam arc:

Where Bakugou says that they should be violent with young children and then says that he was raised that way, obviously implying that his parents (likely his mother, since she seems to be the aggressor) were violent with him as a young child. 

aviarei:

strongermonster:

it’s so weird hearing americans talk about Target© as some kind of semi-religious holy space of reasonably priced goods and services, bc in it’s short, fever-dream existence up here in the frozen north it was… Not Good. 

in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?

or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:

  • only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger. 
  • entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
  • no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
  • there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles. 
  • the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
  • passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
  • leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.

it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers. 

i believe the balls outside target are carefully crafted and powerfully attuned magical artifacts that keep up the illusion known as Target©, but were incorrectly spaced in canada due to a mixup between the metric and imperial systems of measurement, and that is why the brief twilight zone episode that was canadian target collapsed virtually overnight.

Bright Sun Films did a pretty interesting video on the decline of Target in Canada!

rreapr:

dovahscream:

brite-eyed:

weirdmageddon:

i took the american dialect test and i hate this i hate because it doest just group me into new jersey but SPECIFICALLY northeast new jersey. which is exactly where im from. like its concentrated only in that exact area

ive lived in florida for almost 5 years now and i still talk like im from new jersey fufckfuc k

how can it be that obvious like nobody else calls typical athletic shoes anything other than sneakers but apparently the site said thats what gave me away

It pin pointed where my parents are from and then two areas with heavy foreign populations. So basically accurate.

It got me exactly haha Miami/Hialeah! but also it gave me some random town in Massachusets

It put me in the deep south; while I’m a little more west of there, both my parents are from the south. Interesting to see I’ve picked up so much from them.

tl;dr let eggs fuck up their gender exploration without screaming at them please

roachpatrol:

gutterowl:

Thing that has me cranky today:  genderbend/genderswap art and fic is transphobic and wrong, and if you like it you are wrong and bad.  Why do you not listen to every trans person in the world telling you how wrong it is?

Like.  Dude.  You do realize that a decent number of the people who make and consume that sort of content end up being trans folk, right?

(Okay, let me preface:  I am a trans woman.  This is absolutely me talking about myself, and me talking about people I have known or seen in person.)

Like, let’s be straightforward.  Genderswap art is a usually rough, imperfect, messed up thing, with a lot of problems.

  • Often squarely rooted in binary gender notions.
  • Often obsessed with specific physiological features as *defining* gender (i.e. you are a girl if you have boobs and hips and a vagina, etc).
  • A good chunk of it does come from real grody sources.  I was a 4chan teen, once upon a decade.  I am aware of the “what if [male character] was a hot chick, so I could fuck them without it being gay” phenomenon.  That’s a whole ‘nother kettle of fish.

These are all big gross problems, rooted in deep cultural cissexism.  There are wrongheaded ideas here, and ideally people grow out of them.  But:

  • There are still eggmode kids who use the fantasy of genderswap to cope with dysphoria.

And I guess that’s what gets my panties in a wad.  Because no one comes into their gender shit clean and pure.  We gotta crawl through a mountain of cissexist cultural shit to get there.  It’s slow, and its messy, and it has messy detritus.  And then some folks go up to kids crawling through the shit mountain and get all huffy like, Wow why are you getting all this shit everywhere, you gross shit-person!

Not.  Helping.

Is genderswap material messed up?  It can be, yeah.  Should we as a culture push towards better and more fluid understanding of gender?  Abso-fucking-lutely.  Do you have a right to dislike it, or take issue with its permutations.  Sure, I certainly do.

But maybe don’t roll up on some kid already disgusted with herself and her body, and tell her that her coping mechanism, the thing that helps her swallow a bit of the disgust, is disgusting and makes her disgusting.  K?

you can have genderswaps when you pry them from my cold dead fucked-up hands