I Think It’s Time I Get Back To The Things That Put Me At Peace... Milford, Ny June 28, 2015 (at Milford,

~Perfect Family~ (EraserMic x Genderfruid! Teen! Reader)

[Part 1?]

Authors Note: This is sort of a comfort fic for myself. I’m closeted genderfluid to my family (except my sister who is super supportive), and let’s just say there have been some moments from my parents that I sort of took as a rejection. My friends have also been supportive and so many ways, it actually made me cry. In my life rn, I know my friends (+ sister) are more supportive than my family. I’m probably going to show one of my friends this… so hi friendo and thank you for the support you’ve given me. ((I don’t know if you want your name exposed so I won’t say.))

Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing(s): EraserMic (Eraserhead x Present Mic) x Genderfluid! Teen! Reader (platonic) Warning(s): Rejection, cursing, Aizawa & Hizashi being good dads, platonic reader

-My headcanons that will be in here- *Hizashi being super soft and gentle in serious situations *Trans Aizawa *Aizawa and Hizashi are married *Hizashi has jumped from foster home to foster home *Aizawa was raised in a bad home

~~~~~1st P.O.V~~~~~ “I guess I don’t have a daughter anymore”

Just like that, my dad closed the door on me. Tears running down my face as I shakily grasped the three bags lying next to my legs. Glancing at a pile of snow near me, I spotted my binder, wet with holes in it. I grasped the fabric in my hand and proceeded to walk down the street.

I never thought this would happen. I never would have imagined my own parents throwing me out just because of who I actually am. Telling them was a bad decision. Thinking they would be supportive was the worst choice I could make. I should have thought more about how they reacted when I told them I wanted male clothing. I should have seen all the signs.

It was in the middle of December at the dead of night. Probably one of the worst times to be walking back to my dorm in U.A. I pulled my scarf up to my nose, so no one has to see my emotional breakdown about to happen any second now.

Keep reading

Remember When?

Remember when you saw that trailer, and you thought “I’m gonna go see that movie”?

Remember when you passed by that book, and you thought “I’m gonna read that book”?

Remember when you saw that sneak peek, and you thought “I’m gonna watch that TV show”?

Remember when you walked into that theater, seeing what would grow to be your favorite movie for the first time?

Remember when you sat down on that couch, preparing to read the first sentence of the book that would soon crush your heart?

Remember when you auto tuned that show, unaware that this would soon become your life?

Remember when you watched the credits roll across the screen, in time with the possible tears rolling down your cheeks?

Remember when you read that last paragraph, and closed the book to sit in awe, sadness, wonder?

Remember that first season finale, the finale that tore apart your insides and left you with the worst cliffhanger?

As the final movie, the final book, the final episode draws near, do you remember those days, the days before the movie, before the book, before the show?

Do you remember when you fell in love?

—– Dedicated to the Gravity Falls fandom, who just went through a heart-wrenching finale. To the Maze Runner fandom, who waits in anxious dread for their final movie. To the How To Train Your Dragon fandom, who waits in reserved silence for the third movie to destroy them. And to all fandoms, anywhere, everywhere, that have experienced the pain, longing, loss, happiness, excitement, and joy of being a part of something incredible.

Remus: Ha, I’m a piece of trash.

Sirius: As someone who cares deeply about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up. Is seven okay?

Remus: ...You smooth fucker. Yes.

Remember that super cool hoodie Lloyd was wearing?? Now you can get your own! You can pick from one of your favorite ninja! 

Lloyd: RB | S6

Kai: RB | S6

Zane: RB | S6

Jay: RB| S6

Cole: RB | S6

It would mean a lot if you reblogged this! :D

My sense of humor is growing more and more ridiculous because I was just sitting here by myself thinking like what if instead of saying “are you kidding me” we said weird food related things like “are you frying my rice right now” or even “are you seriously buttering all of my toast with this” and honestly I cried

i always seem to follow all the nice people/ nice parts of the fandom

the bad parts of the fandom seem like some far off land that i only hear about through folklore and the tales of swarthy fishermen

Unspoken Undertale Rules

Papyrus has a high voice, while Sans is lower and sometimes scratchier

In a genocide run and in AUs, Sans and Papyrus will wear their brother’s signature article of clothing, the scarf or jacket respectively

Undone makes “fish noises” for any specific emotion (angry fish noises)

Mettaton is always showing off his legs

Papyrus overreacts to Sans’ jokes with google eyes or yelling

Gaster is somehow related to the skeleton bros, whether through a family or professional working relationship. He is also either incredibly sweet or a complete jerk

Flowey constantly insults Frisk, who responds with kindness

Frisk is either mute and speaks with sign language, or choses to speak only when they want to

If the eyes are open, it’s Chara. If the eyes are closed, it’s Frisk

Papyrus’ eyes glow orange

Undone always sets things on fire when she cooks

The Annoying Dog is Papyrus’ arch nemesis

Sans falls asleep whenever Papyrus picks him up

Undyne’s hair is always in a ponytail

AUs have either the ‘under’ or the ‘tale’ from Undertale in them (Underfell, Aftertale)

No one can understand Gaster except Sans

The Gaster Blasters are awesome weaponry as well as pets

Papyrus carries Sans under one arm like a football

Gaster wears a white turtleneck sweater with a black coat

Ashore does everything he can to get Toriel to forgive him

The dummy ghosts are cousins with Napstablook and Mettaton

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

An experiment:

Reblog if, at some point in your educational life, you have gotten in trouble for reading a book that ‘wasn’t assigned to you’ or reading ahead in a book you were given in class or reading under your desk