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I feel like it should be illegal that two of my favorite manga seires has ended within the last two months. Like, what do you expect me to do - not cry about it?

I’m actually really surprised that fifteen people follow me even though I haven’t really done that much lately. But still, thank you so much!

*Searching for Male Reader*

* Finds a good fanfic but turns out that it’s a female insert instead of a male and its sorted in a male Reader category *

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Hey Again I am so sorry about not getting the ask done. After writing things like 4 times only to have it deleted you lose the will:/ but I wont let that keep me from requesting so, could I request Bakugou,Kirishima,Shinsou,Todoroki and Shigaraki whos in the support course and ends up in the hospital in an accident there(nothn to bad happens tho) (for shigaraki mabye she just comes back a day later than she should have and tells him If that makes writing him eaiser) thank you love ur writing uwu

Hi again! Don’t worry about it, I get your pain. I’m very sorry that this is at late as it is.

Hope you enjoy the headcanons!

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Bakugō Katsuki:

- Bakugō had been on his usual way to pick them up from class, having to just go the way that he would usually go when having to navigate his way to class. Students throwing a glance on him was usually met with cold or angry looks in return.

- But that wasn’t the point of his trip. The extras just needed to get out of the way. The quicker that he could get to his s/o, the quicker they could get out of this school.

- There was just one problem. One rather problematic problem, which was answered by an student, mostly out of fear when Bakugō had come up and asked in such a scary manner.

- The last that the teacher had said was that [Name] was in the hospital and had been since the middle of the day, due to burning their hand during home ec.

- That idiot. The whole time that he was heading there, he kept muttering to himself. Spiraling from thinking how stupid [Name] could be, whilst he hurried up.

- When shown to where his s/o was, the first reaction wasn’t exactly the best one. Even yelling involved, making just everyone around the question what in the world was happening.

- But, at the end of the day, he was glad that they seemed okay. Following them home, he made sure not to hold their injured hand. He couldn’t stay mad at them, in the end.

Kirishima Eijirō:

- The moment that he heard the news, Kirishima wasn’t sure what to think or to react. How do you, when you hear something just like that? The only thing he was sure of in that moment was to get to them. Make sure that they were alright.

- It was lucky that his s/o hadn’t gotten hurt too badly. With a villain having crashed a building in a fight, whilst they had to go and collect some groceries for their dorm room. Merely having escaped with a few scratches and bruises from the fall. No one had gotten hurt, luckily. With the villainbeing caught almost after that, too.

- When Eijirō saw them sitting on the hospital bed, getting some of the last parts checked of them, he couldn’t help but to run over and embrace them. Grip secure around their body, a few hitched breaths leaving him. It enough to surprise s/o a bit here.

- As much as he didn’t want his mind to go back to those old tendencies, Kirishima just can’t help but to think that this was his fault. If he had just been there, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Wouldn’t have had to experience that. But, rest to sure, of course his s/o was going to tell him that he shouldn’t be worrying over that.

- Will 100% bring them something to eat and to come over to his place afterwards for some cuddles to calm the nerves with. For the both of them, really. He makes sure to get their favorites and that they feel comfortable. Willing to listen if they want to talk about it.

- If Kirishima admits to how he feels about it, you know that his s/o will praise him and tell him otherwise. To where he can’t help but feel his face start to get red and to smile at how sweet they really are.

- " I have the manliest hero here with me, so I’m okay. Right? "

Shinsō Hitoshi:

- Being in the general class and it laying sort of close to the support course, they would often end up running into his lovely s/o. Even without pda, Shinsō still liked it whenever that he noticed them pass each other.

- Execpt for today, he hadn’t even managed to catch a glimpse of them. Even during lunch, they weren’t by their usual spot, where they would wait for him so that they could head to lunch together. If that wasn’t the strangest part, then it must’ve really been the silence of his phone. Not vibrating from the usual texts Shinsō would get throughout of his day.

- That was why he was going to get to the bottom of this. Now, waiting for students to thin out in their class, where he maybe could manage to catch the homeroom teacher before she left, to ask about his s/o.

- When he actually managed to come and ask, what he was left with was more worrying than what he would’ve expected. Apparently, due to having splinters stuck in their hands due to having to work on some uncarved tree stump for a project, they had to take to the hospital.

- Having been allowed to leave by now and gotten the name of the nearby hospital that they were staying in, Shinsō quickly headed off to see his s/o. If it had been awhile since they went there, it was probably cleared by now.

- Fate must’ve had it’s way, because when he was halfway there, he suddenly came face to face with [Name], who was all fixed and now wearing bandages on their palms. Just seeing they were alright made him all better again.

- During the whole walk back again to the dorm rooms at campus, he was the one that held their bag. Even if [Name] had to remind him that it wasn’t their shoulder that were hurt, he just couldn’t help it. Hitoshi felt better in their company.

Todoroki Shoto:

- When class had finished for the day and he got a chance to check his phone, Tododoki couldn’t help but to stop and notice a few calls from them that had been sent throughout the day.

- To say that he was confused was an understatement. The pair was more of a texting couple, so to see all of this.. As He was heading out, Tododoki wrote to them and asked what was the matter.

- With the chat going back and forth for awhile, it was first when he received one response that made him stop in his tracks. 'Can you pick me up from hospital?'

- The screen seemed so bright when he read it over multiple times, shutting and showing it into his pocket, before heading along of the hallway with hurried steps. The echoes seeming louder when he was just himself.

- It might’ve been stupid to worry about, since their school and the neighborhood here were relatively safe, but he wasn’t going to take any chance when he came to the one that he loved. The one who seemed to be able to cheer him up, even with the most cliche jokes that came to them.

- Once he had been allowed by Aizawa and practically ran there, Shoto asked the staff about them, before following along. Finding his beloved sitting on a chair, with only bandages around of him, he felt himself ease down.

- Apparently, according to [Name], they had only ended up tripping over a couple of steps during a trip to the grocery store, because they needed something for their class. Even though Tododoki had calmed down about that since, he still seems to hold their hand more whenever they reached a pair of stairs now.

Shigaraki Tomura:

- Shigaraki wasn’t one to worry over these things. He had grown so used to sending out people, wether it would be someone that he knew well or would be set out on a test. So why, oh why, was he suddenly feeling weird when he hadn’t heard a reply from them?

- It was first when the main door to their base was opened, with the familiar tug on the feet, that his back straightedges out again and that the scratches at his own neck stopped again, almost in disbelief. But if it was Dabi again, doing that just to make him get his hopes up, he’ll swo—

- " Tomura-san? Erh, sorry about that. Hospital waiting time took forever. "

- This man just stared, not even sure if he could believe in hearing something like that. Like, when the love of his life had just walked in to admit that they got themselves hurt by one of missions that he had sent them out on that would have really only taken an hour but now at least over a day - - Wait, no. That was what this was.

- He didn’t admit to it, till they showed their gazed fingers, having been accidentally caused by a hero that almost caught them. Shigaraki could absolutely feel his blood start to boil over, only having his s/o to stop him here in this empty bar from going on a murder spree.

- If they could make him relax for a moment and explain that they were fine, he would feel a bit more calm. Despite of the bright and clear anger that shone in his scratched eyes. It was even more the reason why he despised villains and didn’t want anything but to destroy.

- Except for [Name]. [Name] was one of the only things that didn’t count in that. And maybe some of the others, if he really admitted to it. Cause who would destroy, a thing that they held most dear to them?

I don’t care if I lose a thousand followers overnight, but if you think “tranny” or “shemale” are remotely acceptable ways to refer to a transgender person, please unfollow me.

That feel when people talk about autism or adhd as if none of the people they’re talking about can hear them, as if we’re too rare to enounter unless we’re your child… what do they think we are, neuro-cryptids?

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Opinions on Autism Headcanons by someone with Asperger’s Syndrome

I want to preface this by saying two things, first, I am Autistic, I was born with and diagnosed with Aperger’s Syndrome at a very young age; second, my opinions are my own and I do not speak for all Autistic people, this post is simply me expressing my own views on the subject of Autistic headcanons.

Ok, now what do I think of Autistic headcanons? To put it simply, I hate them with a burning passion.

But to put it more complexly, whenever I see people make posts about their Autistic headcanons of their favorite characters from their favorite books, comics, movies, or TV shows I am filled with this indescribable sense of dread and discomfort. These types of posts never fail to make flinch and grimace, and for the longest time I couldn’t understand why. But now I can finally articulate my emotions.

To me, Autistic headcanons are incredibly dehumanizing.

Most of the people who make Autistic headcanons treat it like a fun window dressing to explain why their favorite characters are so ‘wacky and weird’ instead of the disability that I and so many others are forced to live with.

My Asperger’s Syndrome is an intrinsic part of who I am, and while it does not define who I am as a person, my disability has played a critical role in shaping my worldview and many other aspects of my life.

To use an analogy, think of every human being as a cake; we’re all made of with same base ingredients of flour, water, eggs, and sugar, but unique ingredients are added in during the preparation before each person goes into the oven to bake. That’s what Autism is, an ingredient, but the people who make Autistic headcanons don’t treat like an ingredient, they treat like frosting. Autistic headcanons treat this integral part of who I am, something I was born with and will stay me for the rest of my life, as something to be added on after or on top of their favorite characters.

To see my disability and all my struggle and hardships brought on by it reduced to a ‘fun and quirky’ decoration feels incredibly insulting and dehumanizing.

Look, I know that the people making these Autistic headcanons don’t have any malicious intention, they’re just having fun. But I feel like they make these headcanons with only a cursory knowledge of what it is and without any regard for actual people, like myself, who were born with it.

They’re often made based on incredibly stereotypical and surface level elements associated with Autism that often are not actual indications of the disability. I also see them mostly being made about the ‘weird’ characters, the ones that actively act in outrageous ways. Probably the worst part is that feel like these people think we all act in exactly the same and display the same symptoms when that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Every person with Autism is different, if you have met one Autistic person you have met one Autistic person, we are not a hive mind.

Again, I am just expressing my personal opinions on Autistic headcanons, I speak only for myself and no one else. I’ve met Autistic people who love them, I’ve met Autistic who feel the same as me, and I’ve met Autistic people who are completely indifferent and apathetic to them; we’re all different.

And to reiterate, I am not saying that the people who make Autistic headcanons are bad people and I’m sure they only have the best of intentions. If you have made Autistic headcanons and they make you happy, more power to you, but I only ask that you re-examine why you make them.

My Autism is a disability and an intrinsic part of who I am, not ‘fun and quirky’ window dressing.

Thank you for reading, please have a wonderful day.

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