Blackweebthings - A Certified Negro

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My Hero Academia Volume Covers 1-42

Bro this was my account but someone hacked it yesterday and they changed the email and password along with the name at the top.

It's cause I'm black thats probably why they hacked the account.

If anyone of you comes across this and can you please ask why they hacked the account?

And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.Revelation 22:5

Dark Impulse vs. Light Impulse

Warning: Manga spoilers, read at your own risk.

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Shinichiro couldn’t believe his brother was still in a coma, it was getting hard for him. He would have done anything for his brother to wake up, but alas, Mikey had been asleep for two years. It was taking a huge toll on Shinichiro’s mental state. Even the Black Dragons could tell that Shinichiro wasn’t the same as he was before Mikey ended up in the hospital. Wakasa and Takeomi both tried to take Shinichiro’s mind off of everything, but Shinichiro always ended up back at the hospital. 

Shinichiro didn’t even try to confess to other girls that he found pretty. Everything just stopped, and he found his days sitting beside Mikey’s bed. When it was finally time to leave, he would ride his motorcycle down the same old path. When the light turned red, he stopped leaning. He glanced around. The streets weren’t busy at all, a few people were out but not many. Maybe that was why he heard a female scream so loud and clear. 

That scream was one needing desperate help, even if he had slowly started to change for the worst. He couldn’t let that go, so he drove towards the sound. It took him three minutes before he reached the alleyway to see a guy grabbing onto you. Shinichiro narrowed his eyes before parking his bike. 

You struggled against the guy who had you pinned to the wall, as his lips were trying to kiss you. You didn’t notice another person until the guy holding you fell to the ground. You looked to your hero, to see a guy who looked really pissed off. He kinda scared you, since he started to beat the crap out of the guy. On a normal day, Shinichiro couldn’t fight to save his life. But he had slowly started to succumb to the darkness in his heart, and he completely blacked out seeing you hurt. 

He didn’t know you, but at this point, he didn’t care. He continued to punch the guy in the face. You realized instantly if you didn’t stop him, he would end up killing the guy. You quickly ran to the one who saved you and wrapped your arms around him.

“P-Please, stop… you are going to kill him.”

“Don’t care, let go…” Shinichiro growled but you buried your face into his back shaking your head. Shinichiro was about to shake you off, but he heard your sob and he quickly snapped out of it. He lowered his fists and turned to you, he never wanted to make a woman cry. He wasn’t that type of guy, no matter how dark things got. You slowly let him go when he turned around and you flinched as he raised his hand to wipe your tears. 

That was when he realized that he scared you really bad. He frowned because he completely snapped, as he glanced back at the guy who harmed you.

“Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked gently, as he got off of the guy, and helped you up. You shook your head allowing him to help you up. You quickly wiped your eyes, avoiding looking down at him.

“I-I am okay~ I was so scared. Thank you so much~” You whispered. He led you to his bike and gave you his helmet. 

“Let me take you somewhere safe, it’s not safe out here by yourself. My name is Sano Shinichiro… what is your name?” 

“(L/N) (Y/N), I don’t want to be more of a bother to you,” you whispered. Shinichiro’s eyes glanced over your body, and he realized you had some cuts and bruises on your neck, arms, and legs. Meaning that you did end up getting hurt. 

“Let me at least take you back to my shop and bandage you up. So your cuts don’t get infected.” He insisted. You blinked several times before thinking about it. You knew it was dangerous, and he could easily hurt you. But he also saved you, you were conflicted about what to do. 

“I won’t hurt you if that’s what you are scared of. I promise, I just want to help.” 

You took a deep breath and nodded your head. He gave a soft smile before handing you his helmet.

“Here wear this, safety first.” 

You cautiously took the helmet and put it on your head. He got on his bike before helping you. 

“Make sure to hold on tight, don’t want you to fall off…” He said before revving the engine. You squeaked slightly before wrapping your arms around his waist. He started to drive back to his shop in silence. You attempted to bury your face into his back, but the helmet was in the way. Shinichiro felt a small smile grace his lips as he felt your arms tighten. 

Once the two of you arrived, he parked his bike before helping you off. You removed the helmet and he set it down before helping you fix your hair. This was the first time he had a good look at you and he felt a blush cover your cheeks.

“Oh wow you are beautiful,” he mumbled and your face heated up. He realized what he said and quickly waved his hands in front of him, “I am not trying to be weird, I promise.”

“It’s okay, thank you. That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever told me.” 

He blinked several times and even though he was going to say something else, he decided to save himself the embarrassment. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he led you into his bike shop and sat you on a stool. He went to get the first aid kit before coming back to clean your wounds. You both were quiet, and you occasionally flinched. He would apologize before the both of you went back to being quiet. 

You hadn’t known him for a long time, but you could tell something was bothering him. When he finished you gently took his hand and he looked at you confused.

“I feel like you need to hear this, but everything will be okay.”

He looked at you confused but gave you a small smile nodding.

“And, thanks again for fixing my wounds and saving me. I owe you~” 

“It’s no problem really…”

“Let me take you out to dinner.”

“No way, I couldn’t let you do that…”

“Okay, fine let me cook you dinner.” 

“… alright…” 

jjk characters as tweets~

Quick rant because I'm pissed!

I'm tired of seeing black content creators - mainly fanfic writers - on this site having to defend themselves on why they write black readers. Most complaints are from white people saying it's not inclusive to everyone else. First of all, the majority of fanfics here accommodate non-black readers ESPECIALLY white readers.

Let's talk about how yn is described in the majority of these fics

slim

long hair - "you tie your hair into a ponytail to keep it out of your face"

straight or wavy hair - "he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear." "He runs his hands through my hair"

pale skin - "Your cheeks turn red at his words"

Do I need to go further? Can you see that what you are fighting black writers for is already there for you?

Also, the algorithm here is designed for WHITE people. I - a black woman - have to search for x black!reader while you have that handed to you on your home pages.

Stop forcing black women on here to accommodate you when you have all you need! We don't owe you anything! And you definitely don't have the right to cry about us making a safe space for ourselves.

just read this man

This supports my theory.

About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this:

DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN