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Hello I am begging you guys please boost this if you can, this keeps happening an I am so tired of it

Where I live there is this man named Pervis Payne and he is suppose to be executed in 29 days please boost this. In Tennessee specifically shelby Tennessee he is suppose to be executed. During his trial and during his time of being on death row he has faced racism, and been told things like "you think your black now just wait until we fry you."

He has so much proof of being innocent but won't be let off death row. Police has said that he was in a drug fueled frenzy with no evidence and REFUSE to do DNA testing or drug testing. He done nothing wrong but is being called a animal.

He has a proven intellectual disability where he shouldn't be on death row at all. I don't care at all what your account is about just please spread awareness knowing that stuff like this is happening where I live to innocent black people just like me is disgusting.

If you can please @ your mutuals. This man deserve freedom.

Here are things you can do

Petition to allow to do DNA testing

Call (615)-741-2001 and press 1 to leave a voice mail granting a stay of pervis payne execution

I sadly can't find anymore at the moment but if you do please share also some petitions are fake so please be careful.

Also realize that he is probably going to be executed in 28 days now since his execution is on April 9

@angiebug101 @mypimpademia

did you forget what today was? w/ iida, kirishima, and bakugou

iida

regular morning in the iida household, your twins following their routine

potty, brush teeth, wash face, comb hair, and put on some clothes

iida was cooking breakfast when you waddled downstairs, round with another one of his babies

“baby... did you forget what today was?” he stopped placing bacon on the kids plate and started thinking

“theres nothing special planned for today, just some training with the kids quirks after breakfast and family game night.”

“but-” “if it was special it’d be on the calendar, you may go double check, even though it’s impossible that i overlooked something.”

“sweetheart-” “i know this is a trick, don’t worry, it’s cute! now, come eat.”

kirishima

there’s nothing you loved more than being with the love of your life, all plump and soft

just ready to get these monsters beautiful bundles of life out of you and raise them up with the necessary skills to be successful

as of this morning, kirishima was bustling around the house

packing whatever looked necessary for your stay in the hospital

“baby, did you forget what today was?” even though you were his love, he looked at you like you were the stupidest motherfucker alive

“of course y/n? our BABY?” you chuckled, holding your stomach

bakugou

bakugou is excused from hero duties today

that means it’s the first peaceful morning you’ve had together in a while

he leaned against the soft headboard with his hearing aids off, playing with you guys’ son

raising his arms and twisting his pudgy belly side to side

you reached over, picking up one of the aids and placed it in his left ear

“lover, did you forget what today was?” you rested your chin in your hand as you stared up at him from the fluffy comforter

his eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you, “i didn’t forget...” “then what’s today?”

he makes you question your entire existence

“you forgot what today was!” he said loudly and revved up that dumbass laugh

“no! i- wait, i was checking to see if you forgot!”

“no, YOU forgot and tried to get it out of me! ahah!”

that’s how it goes until you tell him it’s a prank

reblog if u a lil dead rn

Can i request a Sun!bakugou x Moon!reader fic ( Kinda like a greek mythology au) where the sun and moon ( bakugou and reader) were in love, but earth was invented to they had to get separated. Then after a long time the earth started to disappear, and they are able to see eachother again? ( I'm sorry if this is complicated. I just couldn't stop thinking about!)

‘They were opposite souls, the Sun and Moon. They were lovers who rarely met and always missed one another. Yet they both waited patiently for the rare days when they might coexist peacefully’

When Bakugou first laid his eyes on you, he swore he was seeing things, that he had died and gone to spend eternity down in hell and this was his torture, seeing a being so beautiful that you couldn’t possibly be real, but you were.

Every day, just as the sky turns a purple-orange hue, you would be bathing in the Nile, basking in the waters as it moved and bending to your will.

That’s how he’d always find you, a secret spot only for the two of you. Away from the pleas and prayers of the mortals and the others; where the both of you would bask in each other’s presence. His warmth radiated through his body, easily warming you after your even soak and easily become inseparable, until you weren’t.

That same secret spot now only housed one. You waited for him every evening just as the dust kissed the dawn but still, he never showed.

Bakugou felt it instantly the moment he arose from his slumper, a pain deep in his chest at the realization that he wasn’t near you anymore, couldn’t sense you anymore; it was as if you vanished from universe all together. But once he lays to rest, he feels a a sudden pull but only for a brief moment before the dull ache for his lover returned once more.

It may have been ‘ungodly like’ to curse those that have wronged him, but his love was separated from him by the greed of Earth, parting the lovers for its own gain. Using Bakugou’s light for its herbs and growing goods; a lot of mortals worshipped him daily while others just took what they could get their greedy hands on. But that’s not what upsets him, it’s the mortals that view his love as nothing but cold darkness that only a small few would worship.

Bakugou knew how much you craved to seen, to show them the beauty of you that seemed hidden away from the world but not him. It wasn’t until other hundred years would he see you again but it was only for a moment. A minute where the two of you would meet, where you could shine with him over Earth to show them your love for one another but you were ripped away him all to quickly, your beautiful glow once again only being thrown into the darkness.

It may have been an eternity, it may have been many many light years but Earth was finally dying. Having bled itself and it’s soul to the greed of mortals but now their time has finally come. To say Bakugou was radiating would be an understatement as he watches from his place while Earth finally perished, leaving being nothing special in its leave.

Bakugou wasted no time, he was free and so were you, there wasn’t anything to keep the two of you apart. He was back at the same spot only meant for the both you and there you were, sitting on the edge of the river staring up at the purple and orange sky, a look of longing shown over your beautiful face and he couldn’t wait any longer as he makes his presence known but you sensed long before, how could you not?

You both waste no time in embracing each other, hanging on tight as if you were waiting for the second to be pulled away from him but that never came, only Bakugou’s passionate kiss against your lips, the kiss promising an eternity of love and happiness, to never be apart from another once more.

It was in this moment did Bakugou realized that he’ll give up everything to see you shine.

☀️🌑

A/N: I hope this was okay @bakugous-mamas 💗💗

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

yuji itadori boyfriend headcanon (black reader)

warnings: mentions of racism.

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i just KNOW yuji would be the best boyfriend ever. he’s literally boyfriend material.

he’d love to play in your hair, trying to do various hairstyles that he found on pinterest. he’d fail miserably but A for effort amirite.

you don’t go to jujustu tech so yuji tries to spend as much time as possible with you on his off days.

you often go with him to visit his grandpa’s grave. there are times where he gets emotional and so you go to console him. he really appreciates you coming even though you could be doing literally anything else.

his female celeb crush was jennifer lawrence but you got him into nicki minaj and he’s now a barb and has a new female crush.

racism in japan is very much prominent. there are black people in japan but they are still treated differently. yuji knows this and if he caught anyone looking at you the wrong way he’d switch to sukuna real quick.

he attends blm protests with you and fully supports the movement.

he would literally KILL for you.

on your one year anniversary he took you on a picnic date and gave you a promise ring, one that sukuna picked out.

he’s a cheeky little bastard okay? he’ll touch your ass any chance he gets.

your contact picture of him is him in your bonnet.

“i don’t remember chris brown sounding like this”

“babe this is bryson tiller”

you invited him to the family cookout and everyone absolutely loved him.

gojou thinks you guys are so cute and swoons over your guys’ relationship.

“you two are so adorable. it’s nice to finally meet you y/n chan”

you giggled softly “nice to meet you too gojou senpai”

yuji crossed his arms looking away from the both of you with his cheeks tinted pink “gojou spenai stop.. you’re embarassing me”

bad hair day? ✰ e. kirishima

summary: black!reader is feeling insecure about her natural, curly hair. kirishima is here to cheer you up.

word count: 811!

requested: yes

warnings: one shot, fluff fluff fluff 🥺 sweet kiri, and the normal struggle all black ppl go through with the phase of hating our hair </3

a/n: my first fic! hope y’all enjoy it

Is this even worth it?

You find yourself asking this as the time on your phones nears eight o’clock. It’s almost time for home room in UA High—classes start at eight twenty five and you still, still haven’t finished your fucking hair.

You think it looks too rough. The gel isn’t making your hair lay down flat and look soft like it should. Pieces keep popping out here and there and your ponytails looks too small. You tried your best not to get frustrated but when another fucking rubber band breaks in your hair, you can’t help but grip onto the counter and start to sob in irritation.

You love your hair. You love how versatile it is—you love how you can straighten it, how you can keep it curly, how you can braid it down or poof it up to the max. But these days… these days is when you contemplate just cutting it all off.

Why can’t your hair be like Momo’s? Or Urakaka’s? Easier to maintain, easier to handle. Softer looking, smoother looking, and cute too. Sometimes you get so tired of having to do your natural hair, especially when it doesn’t cooperate with you.

Kirishima sits in the kitchen of the common room, looking confused. You usually meet him down here around seven forty five so the two of you can have coffee and talk amongst the Bakusquad. His friends seemed confused to at your missing appearance.

“Hey. Where’s Y/N?” Bakugo asks him in his rough morning voice as he approaches the table. “You two fuckers are always down here before I am.”

“No idea… I tried texting her earlier but she didn’t answer,” Kirishima tells him, his lips pursed.

“Shouldn’t you go, I don’t know—check on her!?” Bakugo scoffs as he plops down in his chair, taking the coffee cup that’s supposed to be for you for himself. “Go see if she didn’t die in her sleep or something.”

Kirishima would scold Bakugo for his harsh language but his words only worry him more. The red haired rock boy huffs as he stands and makes his way to the girl’s dorms, ignoring the sleepy confusing looks of Urakaka and Tsu as he makes his way down the hall to your dorm. He knocks pretty hard on the door, wanting to wake you up if you had overslept.

“Y/N! Open the door babe!” he shouts, knocking over and over and over again until the door flies open to reveal you, teary eyed and still in your pajamas. Kirishima’s face drops as he immediately pushes his way into the dorm and scoops you up into his arms, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Woah woah woah! Why are ya cryinggg?” he pouts at you, pressing your face to his hard chest and that makes you sob even more. “Aww cmon sweetie, stop that. Tell me what’s wrong!”

“My—my hair,” you hiccuped, pointing to the mess on your head. “I wanted to do—this style but it won’t—it just won’t fucking do it!” you shout, and he’s slightly taken aback by the anger in your voice. “I did everything right—but it won’t lay down and it looks too rough and-“

“Hey hey, slow down.” he chuckles, grabbing your hand to drag you into the bathroom, taking all the scrunches and bobby pins out of your hair. “Don’t cry okay? You can save that style for another day. Let me help you.”

You don’t even know what he’s doing as he fluffs your hair out, too busy wiping tears from your eyes, but you’re comforted by the warmth of his body behind you and his gentle hands. He was always so soft with your hair even though he doesn’t have to be and it makes your heart thump. He’s humming while doing your hair too, grabbing butterfly clips from an organizer on your counter and that’s when you finally look up.

Your hair is in a beautiful afro, spreading across your head, and he put multicolored butterfly hair clips and clipped them all along the front of your head. It was so simple but so, so cute, and you find yourself tearing up again as just how perfect your boyfriend was.

“Hey, hey! What’d I say about your crying?!” Kirishima laughs, hugging you close to him again and pressing a big kiss to your cheek. “You can always call me if you need help with your hair, muffin.” he tells you, pushing you back so he could wipe the tears from your cheeks. He grabs your face after that, just smiling down at you, admiring his artwork. “You look so so cute. No need to cry anymore.”

“Thank you.” you tell him, your thanks genuine.

“No need to thank me!” he grins, pushing you out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom. “Now get dressed! I want my damn coffee!”

mha boys asking their crush to U.A.’s  valentine’s dance pt.1

warnings: fluff, maybe some angst if you tilt your head at a 30 degree angle, also not proof read

a/n: hey hey, i hope you guys enjoy, this took way longer then it should’ve so my bad for that. also i’m sorry if this is like terrible i wrote this running on like 2 hours of sleep for 3 days. the reader is black coded but you anyone can read it also i’ll be writing another one of these with kirishima, denki, and sero.

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