As A Person Who Is Physically Disabled (ehlers Danlos And Arthritis) Along With Having Celiac Disease,

for the ask game, what about an au where Inko's type is just villains but she doesn't know it, and now that Izuku is focused on school and her husband might as well be non exsistance, she decides to back into the dating scene

So Inko, encouraged by Mitsuki, decides to date again and meeting people is surprisingly easy! She would have thought that people would run away screaming from a single mother with a teenage son but apparently, she is the picky one.

She dumps the CEO because his views are a little too extreme, especially for Inko who has a quirkless son. She accepted one coffee with that dashing magician but he is really too young for her and when he told her that she had a son in UA, he freaked out. Rappa has a delightful sense of humor but he disappeared with no warning. The journalist was fun but she tended to be more interested in interesting stories than by the truth. She met Chizome the time to take a coffee and she balked when he realized he was a bigger All Might stan than her own son.

Also, Endeavor asked her out when they were in high school but she wasn't interested.

There is nothing more awkward that to be in the middle of hero and villain fight only for the villain to pause as they recognize the son of their ex.

Izuku is completely blasé about it, though he was disappointed when his mom broke up with Nagant.

Interning in a highschool when your 18/19 is fun because

1. I get mistaken for a student alot and got yelled at by a teacher today until they saw my visitor badge

2. Kids are terrifying, last time I was here I saw a student smack the shit out of another student with a notebook

3. I know where 3 things are on this campus and I'm too afraid to ask where anything else is

4. I'm going to get beaten up by a child

can axolotls survive in a gallon bucket of sprite

Yeah they can but you really shouldn't.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!! SA, Depression, self injurious behavior, suicidal tendencies

The hardest part of living with sexual assault is having to continue living. Countless weeks I've spent, fake smiles, pretending everything was normal while I crumbled inside. I've spent every waking moment haunted, feeling unclean, because of the actions a man took once he decided that I owed him my body.

I thought it got easier. It did for a few months. And now I'm back at the campus where it happened. My heart aches everytime I step foot on the sidewalk. I avert my eyes from 2 buildings, where two different men took something that wasnt theirs, something I didnt give them. Their selfish actions did this.

Sometimes all I want to do is scream. I want to scream in the middle of campus what unspeakable things these men have done to me. What they have done to others. Instead I bite my tongue, and duck my head as I continue to walk to class.

The only safe haven on campus is my professor's offices. I've spent many hours sobbing there, receiving advice on work and studying. Now I sob the for a different reason. And now my professors gently gesture for me to enter their office, offering words of comfort and support.

One had a story very similar to mine. On the same campus she was raped, 19, a virgin. I was 18 and 19. She is my hope for the future, my hope that it gets better, my hope for a PhD, because she did it.

I feel sick, everytime I look at something that reminds me of them. I cant be in red lighting. I cant play certain games. I cant hold my boyfriend because I'm afraid of his hands, so gentle and kind, because of the cruel hands of another.

I feel a lot of things. Anger, at them for believing they had the right to do this, and at the world for letting this happen. Angry for trusting them. Angry at them for using me as a plaything, disregarding my humanity. Sorrow for the loss of my innocence, and for all the pieces of myself I lost.

Sometimes I feel like I'm shards of myself stuck in my old body. In reality, I should be fragmented, broken, but instead I stand, eyes down, hiding my broken pieces, and posing as someone who isn't hurting.

I want to say this because it happened to me. I want to say this because it's real. I want to say this because it can happen to others. I'm sick of staying quiet and allowing my rapists to ultimately win as I break down and get swept away by the wind. I am more than a statistic. No means no. Being pushed, pressured, or coerced into saying yes means no. Being inebriated means no.

Please stay safe. Always travel in groups. Let your friends know where you are at and with whom.

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here’s the full comic written by highschoolers and the homies of YPAC, and drawn by me.  SROs are trash, I had bad experiences with mine when I did highschool. My mom issa teacher and she spends her own paycheck on supplies for her students cause the school is too busy pitching funds toward school cops who are negligent (at best) or escalate violence (at worst).

This comic was made in collaboration with homies from MPD150 check em out.

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.