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reblog if you remember what it felt like to walk into blockbuster

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I was searching for some pretty Hanukkah gifs to schedule a post tomorrow wishing my Jewish followers Happy Hanukkah and I found a fit/shape/body building site that posted this

And I thought to myself, I simply must show my Jewish followers fit Menorah Man

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Eddie Munson x Tarot!Reader HC/Blurbs/Concepts

Summary: Imagine Eddie meeting a reader who does tarot… He’d be absolutely enamored.

Warnings: fem!Reader, descriptions of bullying, mentions & descriptions of tarot (duh), fluff, pining, making out

Authors Note: well, here’s this! I couldn’t get this concept out of my head so here’s this monstrosity I churned out before I start on part 3 of my other WIP. Enjoyy (:

The first time he sees you, he spots you at the end of the Hellfire table with the younger members gathered around your chair. You were sat across from Gareth who was having his cards read. Eddie cocked his head with confusion, no one ever randomly sat down to strike up conversation, only lost sheepies that had been invited into the club at the beginning of the year.

From Eddie’s first look, it seems like an exciting card game or magic trick. Then he realizes they aren’t regular playing cards—where the suits and numbers on the card should be were full pictures depicting a scene instead.

So far, Gareth had one card in front of him: the Knight of Pentacles. You were sat up on your knees, with a thick, leather- bound tarot book on the table in front of you and the deck split between your hands.

The boys mumbled eagerly amongst each other, stealing looks at the pages to see what it all meant. After shuffling the deck twice, you fanned the cards out in front of Gareth, asking him to choose three more.

Eddie sat quietly at his seat at the head of the table, not even offended like he would’ve been had they not noticed his presence like this on a regular day. Gareth’s eyes widened in excitement as Jeff nudged his shoulder to pick.

He looked up to you nervously, hesitant to touch the cards. “C’mon, don’t tell me Hellfire’s too scared for tarot.” You tutted teasingly.

Eddie smiled at the jest while Gareth laughed and wiggled his fingers above the cards. “No way, L/n, haven’t you heard? We run with the devil.”

The table erupted into laughter at Gareth’s response, Eddie’s unmistakable chuckle finally making his presence known to the crowd at the other end of the table. The boys turned their attention to Eddie immediately.

“Don’t stop on my account, please,” he said with a flourish of his hand. This was the first time he made eye contact with you, a moment he’ll never forget. At this, you nodded and accepted Gareth’s three cards he quickly selected.

You look them over one by one and set them down with the original card. You look around the table theatrically, rubbing your hands together. “Very interesting, indeed!” The boys laughed as you flipped through the book, double checking two card meanings.

“So what does it mean??” Gareth asked with quiet eagerness.

You point to the Knight of Pentacles, “This is you,” then move to the next card, the Knight of Cups, “This with your card could represent matters regarding your…love interest… there is one, right?” You raise your eyebrows knowingly.

Gareth seemed to blanch on the spot. “Tell me, Gareth, are you competing for the attention of a girl deemed…unattainable?” You ask with a crinkle in your brow, looking over the other two cards. He fumbled for words and looked to Jeff and then Eddie wordlessly, knowing they know about his need to win the heart of a certain little flautist in the school band.

You notice all the people that had left the cafeteria, only leaving a few stragglers and the full Hellfire table. Taking that as a sign to speed up, you point at the last two cards: the Lovers and the Seven of Pentacles.

“Basically what I see here is that you’ve been planting these little seeds with this girl, talking with her here and there, maybe a compliment or two? Anyway, this other guy may make you feel inferior or like his gestures land better with her than yours, but your slow and steady approach is going to bode well for you in the long run, as long as you’re patient and put in the effort.” You nod, keeping eye contact with him as he nods furiously.

You spot a teacher’s aid marching towards your table with determination, and swiped all the cards up to tuck in your bag quickly, followed by the large book.

“Alright, pack it up, lunch is over.” He said with a bite in his tone. The boys shuffled to get their trays bused and their books and remaining papers in their bags. Eddie took his time standing from his seat with a stretch, purposely lingering to see what your next move is.

The aid, seemingly satisfied with the panic he raised in the freshman, strolled out of the cafeteria, leaving the two of you alone. “You just made his year. Maybe even his life if it works out.” Eddie shrugged, approaching you slowly as you zip up your bag.

You smile warmly at him, “I hope so, he seems really sweet.”

“Oh, now that would probably be a big blow to his ego, you know? Pretty girl calling him sweet?” He hissed at the end shaking his head. For the first time in this encounter, your confidence faltered a little at the passive compliment.

“I, uh, I should get to Spanish.” You manage as you walk past him. His eyes follow you through the door, sending you an “Adios!”, which makes you blush a bit.

Eddie officially inviting you to the Club after you receive backlash for hanging around them and your public interest in the occult.

After sitting at the Hellfire table a few times, it becomes your regular spot, because let’s face it—if the Hellfire Club is deemed untouchable because of their shared love of a fantasy game, your interest in tarot would be treated the same.

You sit at the table with a huff in your now regular seat. The boys collectively sneak looks at you, noticing the lack of your usual upbeat attitude while you tentatively pushed your mushy peas around your tray.

Gareth is the first to break the tension, scooting his chair to the other end of the table to speak to you. “Hey, man, why the long face? Peas got you down?” He joked. A small smile flashed across your face as you looked up to address the table of friends.

“If only it were the peas.” You say with a smile and shiny eyes, keeping the tears at bay. You let out a shaky wry laugh at yourself.

“People started calling me ‘the Witch’ fairly recently.” You shook her head. “At first I thought it was funny, but then came all the rumors about how I spend my free time making sacrifices and talking to satan. And then when I came to school this morning, someone wrote ‘Hellfire Slut’ on my locker.” You roll your eyes to downplay the tears that have fallen. “and then that Carver prick has been going around saying he saw me dancing naked and covered in blood under the full moon the other night. What is this shit, ‘The Crucible’??” You look around with disbelief and the table shares stifled laughter, trying to respect your feelings.

You didn’t realize how easy it is to laugh at the bullshit happening to you when you have a group full of friends to laugh at it with you, and thankful you were experiencing it now. You slowly erupted into a fit of giggles through the tears finally falling from your face, followed by the rest of the table laughing with you.

“And look at you now, Goody Carver saw you with the devil.” Gareth said nodding to Eddie, who made his favorite goofy demon face, flicking his tongue and growling like a maniac to make you laugh and wipe your eyes properly.

“The people in this town reject what they can’t comprehend, sadly, if it’s any consolation, no one at this table thinks of you like that,” Eddie glances around the table as everyone nods in agreement. “It gets easier with time, but I think this means we have ourselves a new member to officially invite, don’t we gentlemen?” Eddie asked as he stood from his seat with raised brows, zeroed in on you. The group nodded supportively, admiring how the once broken look on your face blossomed into one of gratitude.

“Y/n L/n,” Eddie said, approaching you from around the table to kneel before you. “Would you do this band of outcasts the absolute honor of joining our party as our Druid?” He asked with his fist over his heart like a pledge.

You look to the other boys reaction at the proposal, all wearing eager looks and nodding vigorously. “If I say yes…” you started, causing Eddie eyebrow to quirk up questioningly as you leaned in slightly. “Do I get one of those cool shirts?” A smile spreading across your face, as a matching one made its way onto his. “Oh, absolutely.” He nodded seriously, offering his hand to shake.

After another moment, you take his hand and shake it gently but held on as tight as he did. “Welcome to Hellfire.” He said with his killer smirk.

Dude would have to know the story behind every card, especially the ones that look the coolest like Death, The Tower, the Ace of Cups, the Knight of Swords, etc.

He’d probably get a few ideas for campaigns that way, just asking you to draw cards for him to arrange into a story. But also used that as an excuse for more time spent after school together.

I could see it really inspiring him to the point he spends a whole long weekend cranking out a new campaign, and once he hits a block he’d either call you, or better yet show up at your window asking for some input no matter what time it is.

After he gets over the initial intrigue of the archetypes, I think he’d want to delve into how tarot works.

Hearing you talk about intention and energy and the universe amazes him like a Tolkien story. You offer to lend him books and resources to do his own research but he’s adamant about listening to you and your perception of the universe and it’s inner-workings as if you wrote it all yourself.

For a while, you feel like you may talk too much around him, that maybe he just indulges you because you’re friends and he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you that you monopolize conversation.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

One evening after Hellfire, Eddie asks you to stay behind under the guise of needing assistance cleaning up. You both quickly get the board put away, along with the long table and chairs belonging to the drama department.

Eddie grabs two sodas and sits down on the floor next you, offering one out as he takes a sip of his own. You take it, giving a small thanks before popping the top. “I was wondering,” Eddie blurts, taking you by surprise. “uh, if you’d read my cards for me… if you wanted to!” He finishes.

You set your drink down with a smile and reach for your bag to grab the deck. “What kind of question is that, Munson? Of course I wanna read your cards.” You laugh and shuffle the deck.

Eddie looks on with intrigue, the worn cards cascaded back and forth between your hands. “Anything on your mind specifically? Or you just wanna see what they say?” You ask with eager curiosity. Eddie looks back and forth between your eyes with admiration that goes by unnoticed.

“I’d like to see what the universe has to say.” He says with a nudge to your shoulder. Feeling a blush creep up your cheeks, you turn your face forward to the deck in your hands again. You fan it out in front of you, feeling the number two on your mind. Leaning into your intuition, you pick two cards up from opposite ends and flip them over to reveal the Knight of Wands and The Page of Cups. Your eyebrows raise as you look to Eddie.

Eddie wears a matching expression though he has no clue what’s happening so far. With a small breath you pick one last card from somewhere in the middle of the fleshed out pile, turning it over to reveal the Lovers. “Oh my,” you say quietly, with both hope and jealousy flooding your system.

“I think I know what that one means, huh?” He chuckled. “Well, you are the Knight of Wands, obviously,” you start to explain. “Why ‘obviously’?” He asks with potential offense taken.

You roll your eyes jokingly and finish your explanation, “So the suit of Wands represents fire, and The Knight of Wands is someone very passionate, someone outgoing, on a mission, like out there, maybe a little immature..” you say dragging out the last words of the sentence teasingly as his eyes widened and his lips pressed into an embarrassed line. “Alright so it is obvious.” He said with a shrug and smirk.

“What about the Page?” He asked quietly, somehow closer than before. He picked up the cards to examine them, focusing in on the Page of Cups’ appearance. She held a chalice that contained a happy little fish peeking out at her, and wore long flowing robes of white and blue.

“So Knights tend to represent someone young like a teenager living in their masculine energy whereas Pages are most likely a young person in their feminine. So chances are it’s about a girl.” You force out a chuckle. Who wouldn’t want a reading like this? You should be happy for him.

“Okay, so, what do cups and fish have to do with her?” He asked, quietly teasing her as he gazed at the curtain of hair between them. You turn to meet his eyes again, “the Cups, which is water, represents our emotions and the different phases of how we all end up dealing with them through life. Pages can signify news, this one more specifically is tied to romantic news with this young Page.” You nudge his shoulder to avoid looking at him longer.

“So the Page of Cups. What’s she like?” He asked, already certain you’d be describing yourself since you’re the only girl in Hawkins that’s managed to steal his attention in many years.

You pause for a moment, narrowing your eyes at the card. “Hold on let me consult the book.” You mumble and unzip your bag wider to unsheathe the brown book marked Tarot down the spine.

Eddie looks on as you flip through the pages almost expertly, knowing where different sections are by heart. You finally land on the Page of Cups’ character description. “Artistic, intuitive, poetic, possesses a sweet disposition, empathetic, and immature—“

“Ahh, so you’re finally getting a taste of your own medicine, huh?” He smirked down at you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you turn to meet his eyes again. “I suppose so, yeah.” Your eyes glimmered as they searched his face.

“Is that what we are? Fire and water?” He whispered, closer than he’s ever been before, surely close enough to hear how bad your hear pounded against your chest. Your brain forgot how to respond, all of your focus was on Eddie; his words, his proximity, his smell. You nervously turn your head to face forward, giving a slight nod; not being able to stand looking at his face for one more second without falling apart into a pathetic whimpering mess.

“So it’s either forbidden for me to touch you, or we balance each other out, is that right?” He whispered into your hair as he took a deep and quiet breath, sending the sweet scent of your conditioner through his senses, driving him wild. Eddie wasn’t looking for an answer, he was certain he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Either way… I need you.” He whispered in your ear, sending a quiet shiver down your spine. With this revelation, you turn to him and he immediately engulfs your lips with a tender and passionate kiss, his hands cup your face pulling you into him more.

You fumble forward without breaking the kiss, the cards long forgotten and scattered on the floor where you sat. You lean into him—your hand lands on his knee as your other finds the side of his face to brush stray curls out of the way, settling to cradle his jaw.

It was a feeling unmatched by anything you’ve felt before. You’d kissed guys plenty of times, though they always left you feeling unsure; not great, not bad. But this was different. Eddie’s kiss left you buzzing.

One of his hands moved around your waist to pull you into his lap, fully. You, like a rag doll, flop down where he directs you with ease. Your other hand slides up and around the back of his neck, much to his delight as he lets out a soft but irresistible moan.

You only break the kiss when you’re almost gasping for air like the fish in the Page’s Cup. Your grip on each other only allows you to enough space in-between you for your noses to graze. “So what do you say? Let me be your Knight?” He asked with nervous eyes closed.

Before answering you brush your nose back and forth against his, his brown eyes fluttering open. “I’d be honored to be your Page, Sir Edward Munson.” You said with a warm smirk and traced his chin with your thumb.

“Such a nerd.” He joked as you snakes your arms around his neck to get more comfortable, keeping your closeness. You scoff, “Says the King of the Nerds himself.”

“Thought I was a Knight?” He asked, feigning confusion just to push your buttons. You roll your eyes and move to get up, but Eddie just pulls you in for a tight bear hug before laying you back to prop himself up and cage you in. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” He whispers earnestly, stars shining in his eyes as he hovered over your face. You could feel his necklace grazing the hollow of your throat which left the skin feeling tingly.

You sat and pondered on a witty response, and he could feel it coming which sparked excitement for him down low. You smiled and tucked some hair behind his ear, stroking his cheek tenderly while you’re there. “I like everything you are.” You whisper looking at his plump lips.

Before he could shake his head and ask what you meant, you pulled him down to you for a kiss that would melt his brain and make all questions disappear from thought. If he could’ve managed just one, it would be that he absolutely loves the universe and that he is certain the universe loves him back.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x tarot!reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson concept #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb

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This picture has been circulating all over social media and I have more to add:

Delete all period cycle tracking apps off your phone today.

Do not tell anyone why you want to take your trip, especially over text/apps.

Do not tell anyone the real state/destination of your trip.

Have everyone on your trip turn off their phones. Use written directions or a burner phone. Do not use burner phone to open any personal apps. Dispose of after trip.

Only use cash while purchasing ANYTHING on your trip.

Take “vacation” photos to post later. Be cautious of geo-tags/only post screenshots of the original photos.

Some people might say this is being extra or overly precautious, but this really is the reality we are facing. People have been imprisoned with murder charges in certain states- some for literal miscarriages. If you are a person that ends up in this situation, the state can and will use your data against you as evidence in court. Do not leave a paper trail. If they want to treat us like criminals, we’re gonna move like criminals.

#abortion rights

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Expanding on this with a real life story.

In this Marc will be playing the role of my aunt, Steven my mom, and the dog my aunt’s dog.

So you have a dog that loves Marc the best, but sometimes gets him confused with Steven. One time Steven was sitting on the couch, and the dog got up and curled up next to him. Soon they realized that Steven was not Dad, he was Fake Dad, and gave him the side-eye as they scooted off, not making any sudden movements.

Steven thinks the whole encounter is so funny, he forgets to be sad that the dog didn’t actually want to cuddle with him.

au where moon boys' s/o has 3 pets and each one prefers a different alter

marc: (cuddling with the dog that favors him)

steven: (fronting) hi mate

the dog: (wondering where their dad went)

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #reblog #this memory still lives in my head rent free #aosfjadfasdoifas #its a legendary moment in my family

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I'm not caught up with bnha but I think Midoriya should weaponize his tears.

Endeavor tries to accost Todoroki again somewhere public and Midoriya just bursts into tears. He's wailing, there's a small flood, his shoulders are shaking, the whole waterworks- and somehow, in the mess, Shouto is now at his back.

The reporters zero in with sharp eyes.

"W-Why would you SAY that", Midoriya wails at an increasingly panicked Endeavor. "That's so mean! Shouto is great because he's Shouto, not because of you!"

There are now glowing red eyes in the crowd forming around them. Somehow, Midoriya's small frame still manages to completely shield Shouto's body from the cameras.

"Shut up", Endeavor hisses, completely ensuring his own destruction as soon as the mics pointed at them catch it. "Get out of the way and let me talk to my creation!"

Claws and shark teeth and camera-ready eyes. Midoriya weeps harder.

"He's a person!"

Thoughtless, the answer snapped: "No, he's not-"

The headlines are swift and brutal. Endeavor's fall is made entirely of a thousand paper cuts, many of them quite literal as he clutches the newspapers in his hands. The media can be quite cruel.

Todoroki, on the other hand, almost gets down on one knee and proposes to Midoriya right then and there.

#bnha #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #tododeku

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WOOOO COME JOIN US ON THE HIATUS TRAIN WE HAVE REST AND SLEEP AND RELAXATION!!!

HELLZ YEAH!!

I’ve been writing a lot on a side blog, funnily enough. It helps to have a completely fresh start and write about something else, I’ve gotten a lot of good work done.

#peachii my love

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I have a friend who is vegetarian because they can’t digest meat. When they try they end up vomiting it back up. If someone had pulled this kind of trick with them they would’ve been egregiously sick and uncomfortable. It’s not funny. You could be seriously hurting someone,

Look I clown veganism often enough but really, truly, don’t ever fucking feed somebody something without their knowledge or consent. It’s hugely fucked up and not OK.

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I’m going on hiatus.

I just don’t have any inspiration to write for MHA. I’m not falling out of interest with it, but it’s hard to write for it anymore.

I’m going to try and work on other projects to get the creative juices flowing again. I’d like to return to this blog, but I don’t think I will for a while.

Other projects in question

See you on the other side!

-Lyric

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Weak Trope: Everyone who knows that the character who wants revenge tells them CONSTANTLY that “revenge will never satisfy you” and that the “best revenge is living a good life”

Strong Trope: I do not mean to pry, but you don’t by chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand? - Do you always begin conversations this way? - My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered man. - Oh shit bro, here *confirms that he does not in fact have six fingers on his right hand* - *Exposits trauma* I will go up to the six fingered man and say “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. - Well I certainly hope you find him some day.

Weak Trope: Having a character’s driving motivation be REVENGE up until the last second when they pull the “revenge won’t bring my wife/sister/town/three-eared dog back” and leave the bastard they’ve been hunting down alive.

Strong Trope: Hello! My Name! Is Inigo Montoya! You Killed My Father! Prepare! TO! DIE! *corners count rugen* Beg for your life *slashes cheek* Offer me anything I want in the world!  *slashes other cheek* I WANT MY FATHER BACK, YOU SON OF A BITCH. *stabs count rugen to death*

#princess bride #inigo montoya #hello #my name is inigo montoya #you killed my father #prepare to die

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#mha #bnha #iida #tenya #tenya iida #iida tenya #mha iida #bnha iida #mha tenya iida #bnha tenya iida

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Squid Game Thoughts

MINOR SPOILER WARNING

“Fly Me to the Moon” is one of my favorite Frank Sinatra songs, possibly one of my favorite songs of all time. Now I’m not going to be able to listen to it without thinking about people getting sniped during a fucking children’s game

#squid game #squid game spoilers

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Iida X Non-Binary (AFAB) Reader

Welcome to Lyric isn’t going to work on their requests, but instead going to write self-insert Iida fan fiction because they need the serotonin.

Summery: Iida thought he was confident in his sexual identity, but when he befriends a non-binary classmate and starts to catch feelings, he begins to question himself.

Warnings: AFAB non-binary reader, female presenting, body dysphoria, misgendering, mentions of anxiety, swearing (like one “damn”)

Note: this also includes my Iida sexuality headcanons. If you disagree with me, then that’s fine, but please don’t come at me. I don’t want to argue with anyone. 

Masterlist

When the new student arrived, Aizawa pawned them off on Iida to show around

He was a little confused when he was first meeting you

You looked feminine, but you were wearing the pants with your uniform

He didn’t say anything about it, but you could see the wheels turning in his head

When you gave him your name, he noticed the tiny smile that flickered across your lips when you added “You can use me first name, though. I prefer it.”

“It’s a nice name,” Iida admitted, extending a hand for you to shake

“Thanks,” you grinned, grasping his hand “I chose it myself!”

He blinked in surprise, but again, refrained from commenting

He took you on a walk around the campus, pointing out the cafeteria, classrooms, teacher offices, and the dorms

As he ended the tour, he asked you if you had any questions or concerns.

“Not about the school, but....”

“Yes? You can ask me anything.” Iida prompted.

You smiled nervously. “I don’t have a question, but can I tell you something?”

“Certainly.”

“I was gonna tell you earlier, but I got a little anxious.” You shrugged with a little laugh. “But I use they/them pronouns.”

Iida’s brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know what that means.”

“Oh, that’s ok. It just means that I go by they instead of she. I’m non-binary.” You explained.

“Oh, so you don’t identify as a girl or a boy?”

“Yeah!”

“So when you said that you picked your name yourself, you weren’t just joking?”

“Nah, I was totally serious.” You chuckled.

“That makes a lot more sense,” Iida exhaled. “I see. Thank you for telling me. Would you like me to tell the rest of the class, as well?”

“Could you, actually? I’d feel a lot better if you did. Or- at least, if you were there while I did it.”

“I’d be happy to! Anything to make you feel more comfortable.” Iida gestured wildly with his arm while you watched in amusement. “I’d like to welcome you again to Class 1-A. I hope we can become great friends, (Y/N).”

You bounced on your toes in excitement, grinning. “Thank you, Iida! I think I’d really like to be your friend, too.”

After class that day, Iida gathered everyone in the common room, and stood by you as you introduced yourself with your pronouns

Everyone was understanding, and you relived when you only had a few questions about your gender identity and pronoun usage

Iida attached himself at the hip with you after that day

He couldn’t quite explain it, but he liked being around you. You were funny and thoughtful, and he found he quite enjoyed talking to you

You found that you appreciated Iida’s earnestness and sense of loyalty. It was refreshing to have someone so willing to stick up for you

You weren’t misgendered very often, but sometimes on of your classmates would slip up

When that happened, you didn’t say anything, but Iida could see the betrayal flash across your face

That’s when Iida would step in and correct them

His confidence helped to build your own, so you became better about correcting people yourself

It took him a while, but Iida started to notice his feeling towards you shifting

Iida checked his watch again. You were cutting it close. It was two minutes to the bell and you where still nowhere to be seen. Just as he was about to pull his phone out to text you, you stormed in.

Iida stood to scold you for your near-lateness, but stopped short when he saw you were wearing a skirt, which he hadn’t ever seen you do before. Then he noticed that your eyes were red.

“Are you alright? You’re almost late! What happened?”

The questions came too fast. You shook your head frantically, reaching up to catch his flailing arms. “I forgot to wash my pants over the weekend, I’m stuck with the skirt today.” You sounded miserable.

“Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?” Iida asked, more gently this time.

“Unless you can magically conjure me up some pants, then no.”

“I-I could go ask Yaoyorozu to make you some?”

“No, I don’t wanna bother her.” You shrugged, whipping your nose on the sleeve of your blazer. “I’ll live.”

He reluctantly let you go to your desk, watching solemnly as you shuffled away. He heard you sniffle, and he felt his heart explode into a million pieces.

A few hours later when it was time for training, you couldn’t get into your gym uniform faster 

Iida noticed how you seemed much happier once you’d changed into the gym pants

He hadn’t missed your unhappiness all day long, you wore your heart on your sleeve

Gym was the last thing you had that day, so when class was released, you ducked into the changing room to grab your uniform, but didn’t bother changing

This also did not escape Iida’s notice

Neither did your immediate disappearance into your room upon reaching the dorms

Something painful tugged in his gut as he watched you speed-walk into the elevator

He considered going to check on you, but figured it may be best to leave you alone for a while

He tried to do homework, but his mind kept wandering back to you. After an hour of trying to school his thoughts back to his work with little success, he gave up and texted you

Can I come up to your room? I can keep you company if you’d like it.

He waited impatiently for your answer, staring daggers at his phone until you replied

Sure. I think I’m done being alone rn

Needing no further prompting, Iida was barely able to restrain himself from flying out of his room

When he arrived, you didn’t talk about what had happened that day. You just hung out. You did homework together, and talked about mindless things

Iida got the feeling you were very pointedly not talking about what had happened, so he didn’t push it, until......

“Iida, do you think I looked too much like a girl this morning?”

He startled, surprised by the question. “When you had the skirt on?”

You nodded, fisting the material of your sweatpants between your fingers.

Iida considered. There was clearly a right answer here, whether you intended there to be or not. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever perceived you as a girl. You wearing a skirt didn’t change anything, at least not for me.”

You laughed incredulously, voice cracking. “I’m glad at least you thought that. I felt like I wanted to rip my damn skin off.”

His face softened, and with only a moment of hesitation, he allowed himself to take your hand. “I’m sorry you felt uncomfortable all day. You really don’t deserve that. Your dysphoria does not define you, though. I can’t possibly imagine what it’s like to be trapped in a body you don’t belong in, but that doesn’t make your gender identity any less valid, (Y/N). It doesn’t make you any less non-binary.”

You sniffed, nodding weakly. “Thank you Iida. Can I hug you?”

“O-of course!”

Iida forced his body to relax as you melted into him. It wasn’t difficult, just foreign. He wrapped his arms around you, placing a hand gently on the back of your neck. You sobbed quietly, burrowing further into him.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “It’s just been a tough day.”

“I know. And it’s okay.” He whispered back, rubbing your back reassuringly. “You don’t need to apologize. You’re more than okay.”

As you sat crying quietly, Iida gently rocked you back and forth, continuing to whisper comforting things into your ear. He sat there, holding you, and it was then he realized that if he could spend the rest of his life holding you like this, he’d die a happy man.

Once Iida realizes that he likes you romantically, he kinda panics a little

Not just because he’s caught feelings (though that’s definitely a contributing factor)

No, he’s nervous because all his life he thought he was straight, and now he’s fallen for you; a female presenting person

So.... does that mean he’s inadvertently perceiving you as female???

He’s not, but he doesn’t know that at first

He’s so friggin ashamed of himself, bless his heart

Poor boy wants to respect your identity, so he’s terrified that by having a crush on you, he’s doing the exact opposite

While he’s having this crisis, he accidentally throws himself right into another one

He thinks back to people he’s had crushes on or at least found attractive over the years, and makes a mental list

The girl from his first year of middle school, the boy at the coffee shop, the boy who transferred into his class in the last year of middle school, that one androgynous kid from the entrance exam who’d sat a few seats away from him....

How did he ever assume he was heterosexual??

It was the hetero-normative society we live in, that’s how

In any case, Iida is now having an identity crises, and is unsure of how to label himself

On the plus side, he’s now confident that he likes you for who you are!

So it is only with a minimal amount of nervousness that he brings his revelations about himself and his feelings to you

“You can just slap on the label “queer” and call it a day,” You suggested, sipping your tea pensively. “if you’re getting too worked up about it.”

“You’re so confident about who you are, though. I wish I had a definitive answer about myself like you do.” Iida lamented.

“Not everyone is like that, and that’s okay. It’s okay to be unsure about your identity. Some people don’t even feel comfortable putting labels on it.”

Iida mulled your words over, swirling the tea in his mug. “I guess I’m.... queer then.” He said, the words feeling like a weight off his shoulders.

“I’m really proud of you, Iida.” You clapped him on the back, grinning. “It takes a lot of courage to accept yourself like this.”

“Thank you. I’m certainly going to need courage to tell you this next thing.”

“What, there’s more?” You chuckled, eyebrows thrown up. “How many confessions can you make in one night?”

“Just one more,” He smiled tightly, trying in desperation to still his racing heart.

“Out with it, then.”

Iida squeezed his eyes shut. “I want you to know that this doesn’t have to change anything between us. I really like you a lot, more than I like my other friends. You were the reason I started to question myself, actually.”

You blinked. “You mean... you have a crush on me?”

“Yes.”

“And I was you sexual awakening?”

“Also yes.”

You laughed suddenly, the noise startling Iida into opening his eyes. “I don’t know my own strength!” You gasped, clapping your hands.

Iida felt himself relax infinitesimally. Your reaction seemed like a positive one, but he still wasn’t sure how to read it. “You don’t have to return my feelings, I apologize if I’ve made things awkward.”

“Okay, but what if I do return your feelings?” 

“You- what?”

You took both of his hands in your own, squeezing them gently. “I really like you too, Iida.”

His whole body practically deflated in relief. “Oh, thank god. That was stressful. Thank you, (Y/N).”

You laughed again, prompting Iida to chuckled a little, too. “You are very welcome, Tenya.”

#mha #bnha #iida #tenya #tenya iida #iida x reader #tenya x reader #tenya iida x reader #iida tenya #iida tenya x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #non binary reader #non binary #iida x enby reader #tenya x enby reader #tenya iida x enby reader #iida tenya x enby reader #iida x nonbinary reader #tenya x nonbinary reader #tenya iida x nonbinary reader #iida tenya x nonbinary reader

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Sorry but this was the first thing I thought when I saw him

#the resemblance i cant #istg these hot glasses characters- #tbh if you strip off the character development of these three anime characters theyd probably be alot like sangwoo #and like yknow… do what he did…. #but lets not talk about that:) #squid game #squid game sangwoo #cho sang woo #sangwoo #tenya iida

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BNHA + Gender Identity & Sexual Orientation (pt. 1)

CHARACTERS: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Sero Hanta, Iida Tenya, Shoji Mezo

WARNINGS: none

A/N: these are just my opinions and personal headcanons for the characters! none of this has been confirmed by kohei horikoshi. this is all for fun. if you don’t like it, don’t read and don’t interact - it's that simple!

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izuku

he/they pronouns

demiboy

BISEXUAL!!!! - preference for men

bakugo

he/him as well

mlm so he just calls himself gay because its easier

but he is also into women, enbies, etc.

todoroki

started going by they/them pronouns once they talked to some of their classmates about gender and pronouns

identifies as queer or unlabeled

sero

i can see sero fucking with any pronouns, he just doesn’t really care

homeboy is queer

iida

questioning his sexuality rn!!!

identifies as a man

he/him pronouns

shoji

prefers they/them but also accepts he/him pronouns

nonbinary, presents more masc but enjoys painting his nails + wears glittery eyeshadow with matching lipstick :)

bisexual + aro

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© softmitsuya 2021

#bnha #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #todoroki shoto #sero hanta #iida tenya #shoji mezo #bnha x reader

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Sang-Woo from Squid Game is just Tenya Iida from MHA if he was 20 years older and was in crippling debt.

That’s it. That’s the post

#mha #bnha #squid game #iida #tenya #tenya iida #sangwoo #sang woo #sang-woo #cho sangwoo #cho sang woo #cho sang-woo #sangwoo cho #sang woo cho #sang-woo cho #spoiler free