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hello professor i did not do the assignment because it sounded like a stupid fucking waste of time and i think you should be fired for giving this to me. maybe make the next one more interesting/relevant and i will consider it. regards

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i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane

*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.

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does this count as gay nerd hell

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Thank you @bluethediviner and everyone who got me to 250 reblogs!

hello oxenfree fandom. as summer approaches so too does my wistful sadness about alex in the loops anyways i love her and she is my favorite character of all time thank you for reading

inspired by “change in the weather” by the beths

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i have never watched mha but please go support this lovely writer !!

Because I liked a Hero - ProHero!Bakugou x ProHero!Reader

TW: Vandalism, Curse words/slurs (Slut, Whore, Gold digger, Homewrecker, etc.)

A story where Pro Hero Dynamight is in a fake relationship with Illusionist Pro Hero, Camie Utsushimi, but you're the one he really has feelings for. Things take a turn when the press catches bakugou and you kissing, and the media completely turns on you--in the worst way possible.

Inspired by "because i liked a boy" by Sabrina Carpenter <3

"I'm a home wrecker, I'm a slut

I got death threats filling up semi-trucks

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy"

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The city skyline glittered under the twilight, but for you, the world was a blur of adrenaline and light. As Luminara, a rising pro hero with the quirk Radiance—the ability to manipulate and weaponize light into blinding beams or solid constructs—you were used to the spotlight. But nothing prepared you for the chaos of falling for Katsuki Bakugou, the explosive Dynamight, whose temper was as volatile as his blasts.

You and Bakugou had been colleagues for years, both climbing the hero ranks with relentless determination. Your quirks complemented each other: his fiery explosions paired with your precise light constructs made you a formidable team. Late-night patrols turned into banter, then trust, and somewhere along the line, you caught yourself staring at his sharp crimson eyes a little too long.

But Bakugou was untouchable—or so the media thought. For months, he’d been in a high-profile “relationship” with Illusionist, the pro hero Camie Utsushimi, whose quirk let her create vivid mirages. The public ate it up: the bad-boy hero and the glamorous illusionist, a perfect tabloid romance. You knew it was fake, a PR stunt to boost their agencies’ visibility after a joint mission went viral. Bakugou grumbled about it constantly, but he played along, posing for photos with Camie’s arm looped through his.

You tried to ignore the pang in your chest every time you saw them together, but working with Bakugou made it impossible. He’d bark orders, then soften when it was just you two, his voice low as he asked, “You good, Sparkles?”—his nickname for you, mocking your glowing quirk. One night, after a grueling battle against a sludge villain, you collapsed beside him on a rooftop, catching your breath. The city hummed below, and he muttered, “You’re not half bad, you know.” 

Your heart raced, but you laughed it off. “High praise from the great Dynamight.”

He smirked, but his eyes lingered. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

The tension grew over weeks—stolen glances, brushes of hands, late-night talks about everything but the fake romance plastered across headlines. You knew he felt it too, but neither of you dared cross that line. Until one mission changed everything.

A villain ambush left you and Bakugou pinned in an alley, your light shields barely holding against a tremor of projectiles. He shielded you from a blast, his body pressed close, and in the chaos, he growled, “I’m not losing you, idiot.” The words hit harder than any explosion. When the dust settled, you were both alive, panting, and too close. Without thinking, you kissed him, and to your shock, he kissed back, fierce and desperate.

It was a stolen moment—until a civilian’s phone flash caught you. The photo hit the internet within hours: Dynamight Kisses Luminara in Steamy Alley Smooch! The headlines screamed betrayal. Homewrecker! Luminara Steals Dynamight from Illusionist! Fan forums exploded, and your social media drowned in vitriol. “Slut,” “gold-digger,” “whore”—the words stung like venom. Physical letters arrived at your agency, some with death threats scrawled in red ink: “Stay away from him or you’ll regret it.”

You tried to stay strong, but the hate wore you down. Your apartment was vandalized—windows smashed, “HOMEWRECKER” spray-painted across your door. Stalkers lingered outside, snapping photos. You barely slept, jumping at every sound. Bakugou noticed, his jaw tight as he cornered you after a patrol. “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”

You shrugged, voice hollow. “Didn’t want to bother you. You’ve got enough with the media circus.”

He grabbed your shoulders, eyes blazing. “Don’t be stupid. I—” He stopped, then softer, “I care about you, damn it.”

The confession cracked something in you. You admitted your feelings, the fear, the guilt. He pulled you close, promising, “I’ll fix this.”

The breaking point came during a live interview. The host, a smug woman with a shark’s smile, leaned forward. “Luminara, how does it feel to be seen as a homewrecker? Breaking up Japan’s favorite hero couple?”

You froze, the studio lights burning. The audience’s stares felt like knives. But you lifted your chin, voice steady. “I didn’t break anything. I fell for someone I work with, someone I respect. I’m not the villain here.”

The clip went viral, splitting the internet. Some praised your courage; others doubled down, calling you delusional. The threats escalated, and one night, a brick crashed through your window with a note: “You’ll pay for this.”

Bakugou had enough. He called Camie, and they devised a plan. At a press conference, the room buzzed with reporters, cameras flashing like a storm. You stood beside Bakugou, your heart pounding. He stepped to the mic, his presence commanding, voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

“Listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” Bakugou began, his crimson eyes scanning the crowd. “The relationship with Illusionist was never real. It was a publicity stunt cooked up by our agencies after that viral mission last year. You know the one—where we took down that giant mech villain in downtown Tokyo? The media went nuts, and our teams saw a chance to boost our rankings. They pushed us into this fake romance to keep the hype going—photo ops, staged dates, the whole damn circus. I went along with it because I thought it’d help my career, but it was a mistake. I never had feelings for Camie, and she knew it. The only person I’ve ever wanted is Luminara. She’s not a homewrecker—she’s the one who’s been caught in the crossfire of this mess. So if you’re sending her hate, you’re not just wrong, you’re pathetic.”

He stepped back, jaw tight, as Camie took the mic. Her usual carefree vibe was gone, replaced by a steely resolve. “Y’all got it twisted,” she said, her voice clear. “Like Katsuki said, this was all fake. Our agencies set it up after that mission because our quirks—my illusions and his explosions—made for a flashy combo that got tons of views. They thought a ‘power couple’ narrative would keep us trending, bring in sponsors, and raise our profiles. We signed contracts, had scripted appearances, even practiced how to look cozy for the cameras. But it was all an act. I never dated Katsuki, and I’m not heartbroken. Honestly, I’m pissed that Luminara’s getting trashed for this. She’s a badass hero who’s been saving lives while dealing with your garbage threats. Katsuki and I agreed to come clean because this has gone too far. The vandalism, the stalking—it’s not just unfair, it’s dangerous. So cut it out and let them be happy.”

The room erupted in questions, but Bakugou and Camie stood firm, their detailed accounts leaving no room for doubt. The truth hit the airwaves like a shockwave. Reporters scrambled to rewrite their stories, and social media shifted. Fans posted apologies, trending hashtags like #SorryLuminara and #TeamDynamara. Your agency bolstered security, and the police cracked down on the stalkers. The hate began to fade, drowned out by the next news cycle.

Weeks later, you and Bakugou sat on your balcony, the city quiet for once. He slung an arm around you, grumbling, “Tch, told you I’d fix it.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “Yeah, you did.”

He tilted your chin up, kissing you softly, no cameras or chaos to ruin it. The world had tried to tear you apart, but you were still here, glowing brighter than ever—all because you liked a boy.

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Is there some term to distinguish headcanons that have good reasoning/grounding in the original work and headcanons that are just shit you made up that just about doesn't contradict canon?

Because if not there should be

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thinking about little alex. what if i made a little alex and jonas and oxenfree cast to sit in my room

some very special memories from my bainbridge trip ❤️ i'm so fortunate that i was able to go!

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The baby wouldn't let me work so she's in the timeout burrito

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hello oxenfree fandom. as summer approaches so too does my wistful sadness about alex in the loops anyways i love her and she is my favorite character of all time thank you for reading

inspired by “change in the weather” by the beths

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please oxenfree fandom does anyone have any oxenfree headcanons they can be anything

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Baby bird season is incoming and I’d like to remind everyone that birds do not have a significant sense of smell. Bird parents will not reject birdlets because you have handled them.

If you see smol birbs with few or no feathers on the ground, you can safely put them back into their nest, bird parents will still care for them.

If you see smol birbs with some or most feathers on the ground, please leave them there, as bird parents are probably nearby watching and feeding.

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real adult™ tip from a real adult™ with executive dysfunction

do stuff while waiting for other stuff

like that sounds intuitive and vague but so much of the day is spent in a period of wait and if you struggle to motivate yourself to do things then this is the best time

waiting for your water to boil? bag up your garbage. waiting for your coffee to drip? wipe down your counters. roommate taking up the bathroom? scoop the cat box. waiting for your food to cook in the microwave? do however many dishes you can while it’s in there. 

waiting is the perfect time to do a limited amount of something for yourself where you would be otherwise just standing around doing fuck-all

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some recent oxenkid sketches to warm up, i figured you guys might like them :)

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🔻yippee! Oxenfree!!🔺