wereh0gz · 1 year ago
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Ok this post is gonna sound really fucking petty but this furry on yt got "cancelled" for saying that being gay/trans is a sin and shit like how she's not gonna use the new pronouns feature bc pronouns are assigned with your sex or whatever and she made a whole ass 11 minute video on how she's leaving the furry fandom
And I'm just sitting here trying not to laugh bc literally almost all the comments in any related posts are either agreeing with her or very respectfully disagreeing and saying they still respect her opinion and support her. And even those who I've seen say they won't support her aren't being particularly rude and are just rightfully mad calling out how insensitive she's being
Like idk maybe she's deleting any really bad comments but like from what I can tell she isn't getting harassed or anything for her homophobia and transphobia so like
Make it make sense
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tea-and-finalfantasy · 1 year ago
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there are a million reasons i hate dealing w shit at home but right this second, the worst is that i'm already dragging my feet on a comm and i'm super anxious about it BUT bc i had to deal w shit, all my brain power is going to unpacking that first, at 11pm. my entire shower was fuckign dedicated to this. no wonder i have fucking tmj and my hair is coming out again
i was laughing at the italian music they used for the advertisement for pasta's goal tv thing and my mom was like "well u don't see italians calling to complain" and i go "huh?" knowing full well what she's fucking saying
then she goes into how she thinks italians experience racism and i tell her they do not BUT can see people experiencing discrimination for being immigrants, having accents, even if someone had a darker skin tone, even if that's not racism towards white ppl/italians/etc
knowing that's she trying to say "well white ppl experience racism and u don't see us complaining about it" which. they don't experience racism AND if it were as big of an issue as you say it is, why wouldn't you let them complain about it. oh, it's because you don't think it's an actual issue or source of hardship but want to label yourself as both oppressed AND "above" having an issue with it
and not only does she get mad when i explain things bc she's like u keep going on and on! like. i'm explaining it as clearly as possible to ur fox news fried brain and giving u examples to try and get u to understand that that's not racism AND IM EVEN TRYING TO TELL U THAT WHITE PPL CAN EXPERIENCE ISSUES--JUST NOT RACISM BASED ON BEING WHITE (and lord knows we'll never have the convo abt like. if a white person has a feature--such as darker skin--and experiences certain types of racism for it, it's racism towards the nonwhite people whose features are being insulted and degrated--not because this is somehow racism bc this person is white)
but then she's like well i don't agree w u and i'm not going to agree w u so stop talking abt it
like you started the conversation and i'm not sure how you're mad at me for engaging in the conversation and disagreeing w u when u knew i would. you put yourself in this position and i literally don't understand why u keep doing this
and i'm sorry you wish i was quiet like when i didn't have adderall bc i couldn't form coherent thoughts half of the time
and i'm sorry you hold the same annoyance towards me talking this much at all when it's not even a disagreement bc u don't care enough to listen. she has literally gone into the other room to mock me to my sister's face when i'm engaging in what i think is friendly conversation
but it's strange to me that in her tirade against white racism, she's ignoring the actual issues an italian or other white person might face? it's like when ppl try to say irish people experienced slavery when they didn't. it's incorrect to say that they did as it takes away from those who've actually experienced slavery BUT it also takes away from the realities of what they did experience bc you're not actually discussing them. you think intentional famine and genocide and indentured servitude and the opinion that the irish are subhuman all aren't serious enough so you call it slavery because you think that's worth paying attention to
you hold the opinion that it doesn't matter enough unless you call it something it's not. you don't care to discuss the realities of what ppl experience bc it's not the buzz word you want to use. you ignore the possible experiences of your family members (my great grandma being an italian immigrant for example) bc u don't care abt what they experienced enough to define and discuss it correctly--you just want to be able to say it's racism
and you want to be able to say that, by extension, you experience racism for being an italian--even though you've never faced any of the possible anti-immigrant issues they had
you want to pretend you experienced the possible hardships someone else did so you can slap a label on your life and experiences and think it puts you above everybody else
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bakubub · 3 years ago
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Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...
A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-
Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.
Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3
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"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.
"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."
Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.
I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;
Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...
Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.
It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.
Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.
So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...
"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.
I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.
"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.
"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"
"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.
"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.
"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.
"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.
"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.
"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.
Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.
With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.
I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.
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"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.
"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.
"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.
Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.
Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.
"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.
I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.
"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.
Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.
"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.
Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.
Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.
What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?
Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.
"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.
Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.
"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.
"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.
Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.
"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.
Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.
"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.
"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.
"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.
"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.
"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.
Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.
"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.
I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.
The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.
A lovesick fool.
That's all I can see.
A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3
Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3
Find part 3 HERE
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