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[wh0recannon]

Hearing these messages from these VAs and translation team, the hearts and souls of the dubs themselves, is incredibly saddening. My subscription will be canceled by tomorrow. Stand with them. Spread their voices.

IMPORTANT UPDATE!!

APPARENTLY YOUR SUBSCRIPTION WILL STILL GET BILLED EACH MONTH EVEN IF YOU CANCEL IT UNLESS YOU REMOVE YOUR BANK INFORMATION FROM THE ACCOUNT COMPLETELY BEFORE DELETING!! THEY WILL NOT COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR BANK NOR WILL COMMUNICATE WITH YOU!!

ATTENTION ANIME FANS WITH CRUNCHYROLL ACCOUNTS!

BOYCOTT CRUNCHYROLL! CANCEL YOUR SUBSCRIPTION!(Crunchyroll is now owned by Sony btw)

Crunchyroll has been SEVERELY underpaying their voice actors and translators! Actors on twitter are claiming to be payed anywhere from 35$ to 150$ on an ENTIRE SHOW! Crunchyroll is refusing to cooperate with any unions or even communicate with them!

An example of the shit that’s going down right now:

Popular dub voice actor for the character Mob in Mob Psycho 100, Kyle McCarley is being cut from the final season because Crunchyroll refuses to meet his VERY GENEROUS union conditions. Which was just to have a conversation with his union representatives. Listen here.

https://youtu.be/oHYWLTrBVlk

https://twitter.com/KyleMcCarley/status/1572721926988271617?s=20&t=vyWShtQ0obBpx9C3SPQghw

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re-posted with permission of @clay_s_s on twitter

(description: The anime character Mob, from Mob Psycho 100 holding up a sign with telekinesis that reads, “Union your dubs”. end description)

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Here are some links to a few claims and messages from voice actors who have worked with Crunchyroll, on twitter (I am sure there are many more where this came from):

Michael Schwalbe:

https://twitter.com/WhatHeSaidVO/status/1572670028855783425?s=20&t=CxFI7gzFlwLeAvVZ8va-iQ

Kai Jordan:

https://twitter.com/KirikaiDubs/status/1572273599075217409?s=20&t=vyWShtQ0obBpx9C3SPQghw

Anairis Quiñones:

https://twitter.com/anairis_q/status/1572385507585437696?s=20&t=hv_aYVQfa-RxrCAZ89N00Q

June Yoon:

https://twitter.com/JuneYoon_/status/1572389887223156736?s=20&t=vyWShtQ0obBpx9C3SPQghw

https://twitter.com/JuneYoon_/status/1572407908373245954?s=20&t=vyWShtQ0obBpx9C3SPQghw

Martin M. Miller:

https://twitter.com/marinmmillerVO/status/1572327885016559616?s=20&t=vyWShtQ0obBpx9C3SPQghw

Ben Diskin (a thread):

https://twitter.com/BenjaminDiskin/status/1572671747555729409?s=20&t=vyWShtQ0obBpx9C3SPQghw

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Spread the word! Being active on social media about this issue and using tags like #JustaMeeting make a difference. If or when you cancel your subscription, tell them exactly why! They are already getting a lot of shit on social media and are limiting comments in some places, keep it coming!

I know it is difficult to boycott a company that has monopolized the anime industry to such an extreme but it has to happen sooner rather than later. That is because unless consumers fight back, things will only get worse for creators. We are near the start of an incredibly packed and anticipated fall anime season, which makes this boycott even harder, but that is all the more reason to do it now, to hit the corporate streaming service where it hurts! Pirate that shit!

If I have spread any false information or you would like to add to the conversation feel free to add on!

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p.s if anyone knows any anime pirate sites that upload episodes the day of release please please please dm me <3

[wh0recannon]

I don’t know why but by reading your MHA x Reader with Shoto. I was thinking if you could do a Tsuyu Asui x Elementalist Quirk! Male reader. About the reader he’s Endeavor’s and Rei’s nephew, Shoto’s and his siblings cousin, reader’s father is Endeavor’s older brother and reader’s mother is Rei’s younger sister

Well that’s an original idea! I actually really like that quirk so I guess I’ll do my best.

Finite Sky

elementalist! male reader x tsuyu asui

⍟ 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

⍟ 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚃𝚜𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒’𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗

⍟ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟼𝚔

Whatever Hatsume says is law.

Whatever Hatsume says is law.

Those words banged in your head like a giant snare drum.

“We need more Phillip Heads! I keep breaking them when all my babies explode,” she would whine.

And that was law. Your job was to abide by it. If you had been better than your star stopper of a cousin, Hatsume’s little words would just be words.

But where you flunked, he shone, and where you would fall, he would rise, and where you would prosper would be irrelevant to being a hero.

So if you wanted to graduate and do anything in the rescuer field, Hatsume’s word was to be law.

Said law required you to carry a bag full of twelve Phillipheaded screwdrivers and a few rolls of tape back to UA, your current objective.

While you went down the gravel path kicking rocks to pass time, you thought of how much you wished you could only visit Hatsume every so often, asking her for upgrades on your hero costume, and she’d give you something almost useless, almost completely stupid and nonsensical, but it would work. You thought of signing posters of the same smile over and over again, your smile, and how much young women would thank you and ask if you were single.

But that was Shoto’s job. Your half and half cousin would get all the attention he wanted, every move he made would be newspaper’s new headline, every woman’s dream would be to stand at a big white altar and look him in the eyes. He barely talked about how he felt (in fact, you weren’t sure if he ever felt), but you wondered what he would feel when older women told him he was going to be a ladykiller, when every agency in Musutafu wanted to sign with him, when the only thing stopping him from completely winning the most watched event in several regions of the country was a grudge.

And then you wondered why there was a looming shadow over you, the trees, and a good amount of the campus, until you looked up and went “Oh, come on!”

Over you by 50 yards was a giant rain cloud, way too low floating to be natural, and it wasn’t, because of your stupid quirk you could barely control. Your daydreaming had gotten the better of you and you probably hadn’t realized your bad mood was subconsciously clumping water droplets in the air together into a storm cloud.

You scrambled to part the cloud before anything happened, but it was a little late. The familiar sound of water dripping found it’s way to your left ear, then your right, then both…everywhere. You pulled smaller chunks from the sky to dissipate one at a time, using your hands to help conduct, but the large majority of the cloud was already wetting the grass, the gravel, the trees, and now your clothes. As you desperately tried to rip away a larger part of it before another weatherman lost his job, you began to feel panic until

“Um, what are you doing, ribbit?”

You turned to meet the face of a girl wearing the feminine version of your uniform, her hair black and plastered to her face. Her uniform was dark and soaked with water, but her face only shone with interest, her head tilted to one side with her finger resting upon her chin.

She seemed completely unbothered by the unexplained downpour.

“Oh, my god I’m so sorry about—.”

“What the hell? I just asked what you were doing, why are you apologizing…” she looked past where your arms were reaching towards. “Oh, so all this is you, like your quirk, ribbit?”

“Yeah, it is. I’m so sorry about your uniform.” As you kept pulling clouds from the sky, you wondered why this woman would rather chat with you then run to a dry area.

“Don’t be. I just need to shove it in the dryer. Besides, I like rain.”

That’s what made you pull a 180. You put your hands down immediately and told her “What? You like rain enough to get drenched??”

“Well yeah. I don’t see why it’s such a big deal. It’s not even cold or anything so it’s not like I’m getting sick, ribbit.”

You suddenly noticed how she ended that sentence, and you also noticed how big and open her eyes were, and that her tongue hung out of her mouth, incredibly thin it was.

“Are you a fr—?”

“Hey, weird question, do you know my classmate? He looks just like you.”

You realized halfway through your question that it could be incredibly offensive to see her as her quirk and nothing else. While you were thankful you had been spared the embarrassment, you wished she had picked an easier phrase to swallow.

“No, I don’t think I do, sorry.” That was technically true, even though you had a pretty good feeling who her classmate was. There was probably only one person in all of UA that looked like you, the other fault of the storm you made.

“No, you have to know him, you look like twins almost. He has red and white hair in a split dyed pattern,”

Check.

“and he has a big red shadow over his eye, I think something happened there but it’s not really my business, ribbit”

Check, check.

“Oh, and he was in the sport’s festival, too. He got like second place,”

Check, check, check.

“His name is Todoroki.”

DING DING DING!!

“I don’t know that guy!” You said it rather harshly, even thought you hadn’t meant to yell at the young woman, who had stepped back when your voice echoed through her, around the same time lightning crashed onto the roof of the main building.

“…oh, I see. You don’t like him, huh?”

She didn’t run, she barely even changed facial expressions. But she said exactly what you thought, no matter how weird others thought you were.

“No, he’s okay. I guess I just wish I could’ve been a hero, like he gets to be. My quirk is interesting and all, but I can barely control it, and when I can, it’s so underwhelming.”

“I’m sorry.” She paused and shifted. “I don’t think you’ll believe this, but I know how you feel… um..” The lady shuffled her feet, signaling at you for a name.

“Oh, Y/N.”

“Y/N. Anyway, I’ve never thought I had a cool quirk at all, especially since most people thought frogs were gross, ribbit.”

“But you said that my cousin was your classmate, right? How would you get into a class like that with such an ‘uncool’ quirk? That’s not even logical.”

“I was getting to tha— ‘cousins’? Hm.. Anyway, the thing is that I made it my own.”

You blinked at your current acquaintance, her solution sounding more like a word salad than anything else. “You ‘made it your own’? How would that even work?”

She shifted her legs to a more engaged position. “Simple.” Her thin tongue extended meters into the air from her now slightly open mouth. “Thee, I wath thold my thongue wath weird and thlimy, and thath ith wath thoo long and thothally utheleth, ribbit. Buth now…”

Her tongue shot to her left side where a tree was shadowing the path and swirled three times around a 5 inch thick branch before it went linear, which almost meant nothing until you heard a snap as it separated from the tree, the force of the pull causing it to shake dead leaves onto the grassy floor. She then threw the wood into a field about 50 meters away, still using only her tongue.

“Thee, by ‘making ith my own’,” she continued while scraping bits of moss and dead bark off the limb, “I wath able tho take the parts of myself I disliked and used the reasons I disliked them to my advantage. You get that?”

“Yeah, I think so.” You held your chin and nodded.

“I have to go, but you should put my number in your phone so we can talk more. This isn’t an overnight lesson kind of thing, ribbit.” She crossed her arms very matter-of-factly.

Meanwhile, you started to panic. This was the first time a girl had given you her number, and this one was so pretty. You didn’t know what you should text her, if you should text first, or maybe what you should—.

“Stop it. We’re just study partners. It’s not like I asked you to take me back to your dorm or something.” Her face, as usual, didn’t change, but what radiated off of her suggested slight annoyance. You gulped and handed her your phone, the sound of typing buttons softly filling the air around you both.

“I mean, I wouldn’t really mind if you did, or anything, it’s whatever. But for now we’re study partners, cool?” You nodded while your phone was handed back to you on with the newly made contact.

“Oh, thanks for the shower. It was really nice, ribbit.” She waved and walked off, leaving you alone to realize the rain had stopped, the clouds that had created it now specks of gray in the midday sky.

You looked at your phone to check the contact of the woman you would be seeing more often. The top of the page had her name in bold, which she had spared you the trouble of asking for later from your cousin.

Please call me Tsu

it read.

You smiled at the contact until it had been hidden entirely by the call screen telling you that Hatsume was attempting to get a hold of you. Politely, and sourly, you answered.

“HeLLOOoooOOo?? Did I not tell you to get Philliphead screwdrivers for my babies who are so paitiently waiting for Mama’s dumb assistant to bring them over??” You could almost see her bent over the counter as she whined into the cell phone.

“Sorry, Hatsume. I got held up with something more important.”

“More important than my babies?? You are insane. Come back RIGHT NOW!!”

But that conversation with Mei had instantly happened two days ago, and the field Tsu had thrown that giant branch was right underneath you, and in front of you was the branch-thrower herself.

“Okay, so what is your quirk?” She asked, putting her arms behind her back.

“Um, well, it’s government name is Elementalist, and I can somewhat control clouds, but it’s easier if I make them myself. I can make wind too, but I’m not too good at making fire. And if I try really hard I can make weeds grow.”

“Dude, are you kidding me? You’ve got the coolest quirk in, like, history, ribbit. Why are you not in my class?”

You sighed and found your hand inching behind your head. “Well… I can’t really do all of those things. I guess my quirk is kind of a weird mix between pyrokenisis and hydrokenisis, the hydrokenisis being able to control the water vapor in clouds and wind and both being able to speed up the growth of plants.”

“Now that makes more sense.” Tsu nodded, her green hair that looked black when wet slowly weaving in tempo. “Huh, okay. Y/N!”

“Hm?”

She shifted her legs about 50 centimeters apart. “Try to knock me down, okay? Only rule is that you can’t just make it cold. That’s a cop-out move and heroes don’t use those, ribbit. Actually there’s another and it’s that if you win don’t be weird about it. I don’t want your hand on my boob or anything.”

Well there went your first strategy and ugh what did she say, you thought. Resting your hand on your chin, you thought about what would be good against someone who had such similar attributes to a frog before a big pink circle appeared in your vision as you were pushed onto the grass.

“Sssttttrrrrrike one!! C’mon that one made just me feel bad, ribbit.” The short girl pouted after retracting her tongue.

When you returned to your original position, you yelled at her. “What the heck! I was thinking of a strategy.”

Your opponent crossed her arms. “Oh, of course, because villains wait patiently for you to think of a strategy before fighting them.”

Now you were even more upset. Because she was completely right.

“Here, just try again.” She went back into her battle position.

It was about then you realized that if you weren’t going to get time to think, you’d have to make time.

You ran up to the other person on the field, slowly, since you weren’t in the hero course, swinging your arm back to look like you were going to throw a punch. Tsu’s face turned from an engaged scowl to a look of pity as she tossed her tongue out to catch you like a fishing line.

Exactly as you thought she would.

You suddenly twisted around her tongue completely by using a big gust of wind, satisfaction filling you as you watched her eyes widen. Right now you were close enough to punch her.

But you had been taught from a very young age that hitting women was a deplorable act. So you grabbed her shoulders and pushed her instead.

Now she was on the grass underneath you, completely immobilized.

Now she was on the grass underneath you, compl—

“Ah! Sorry, Tsu!” You shook your hands in front of you before tumbling to her side instead.

“Huh.. good job, Y/N. You won.” She kept her gaze on the clouds, seemingly unaware of the position you had both been in.

And you started to stare with her. Yeah, you had won. Against someone in the same course you had desperately wished to be in, against someone in the infamous villain target of your school, Class 1-A.

But then Tsu sat up and giggled. “Oh, man, Y/N. You look happier than a kid who bought the whole candy store.” She paused. “What if I told you I wasn’t really trying that time?”

And suddenly, it was two months later, your eyes were blurry with tears as you held course transfer papers signed by the person you had tied to the ground only an hour ago, Ms. Nemuri Kayama. And Tsu was there too, her green hair you had mistaken for black so long ago flying behind her in the autumn wind.

“I told you you’d get in, Y/N. You’re the strongest guy I know…” Her voice trailed off somewhere while her face suddenly radiated heat.

Your blurry eyes suddenly focused. “What do you mean? You know my cousin, and you know that guy who got chained up at the sports festival, and if I was the strongest guy you knew I probably would’ve been in the hero cou—.”

“That whole ‘contradiction list’ thing you do is not really necessary. I know what I said, and I meant it.”

She stepped a bit closer as the wind changed directions, you being unsure if that was because of your quirk or not. “Strength isn’t always physical. Why do men always think that? Strength can be your perseverance, your intellect, your willingness. Why does it need to be physical?” She smiled, barely a meter from you.

“I think you’re incredibly strong, Y/N.” She stepped a little closer, the bridge of her nose dusted red.

You found yourself leaning a little closer to Tsu, and then a little closer than you had been a few seconds ago. She didn’t run, she barely shifted. Meanwhile, your nerves were on fire. You felt like you were about to get struck by lightning.

So you twisted your face and gave her cheek a kiss instead, before retracting to your original spot.

She was shocked, and you could see it. But before you could apologize, she just chuckled, and then laughed.

As she slowed her breathing again, she told that “You’re my favorite idiot, Y/N.”

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ♡︎♡︎

#mha imagines #mha scenarios #mha x reader #tsuyu x reader #anime hcs #mha hcs #mha headcanons #mha x you #mha fluff #bnha scenarios #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha hcs #bnha imagines #mha tsuyu

[wh0recannon]

Yes Thoughts, all of them are Super “Indebted” Todoroki

You know that man is mentally scarred so if you were free him from his chains of trauma and insufferableness by being yourself and loving him, he will not hesitate to regard you a deity and do anything for you.

Literally Anything.

Guess what, he finished his patrol early, has cleaned everything around the house, and makes sure you come home with a meal already on the stove

He bought like 24 cookbooks when y’all moved in together so he could show you his gratitude and also because he sucks at cooking anything not soba related

“Hey, Sho. I had a pretty bad day today so—.” Already left for the bathroom cabinet. He has returned with a bottle of acetaminophen in his right hand and a cup of water in his left, and you can hear the bath water running.

“Please tell me about it, Y/N. I’m here to listen to you and help in any way I can. I’ve also started the bath for you, if you would like one.”

If you happen to come home before him, cook your own food, and go to bed alone, he’ll return and make your lunch for the next few days to “apologize for leaving you by yourself”

Also whatever you left for him when he came home is gone. All of it. A sticky note is now on the fridge thanking you like you healed him from the brink of death or something.

You like to collect those sticky notes like children collect stones. “Hey, wanna see the sticky notes my husband leaves me?”

If he has a day off that you don’t also have he doesn’t. No exceptions. He’d rather work himself into the ground than relax at home without his angel.

…actually he won’t anymore because you told him that was incredibly unhealthy and that your presence should not be a requisite to his happiness so now he just stays home and cooks.

But sometimes, Shoto will go to the arcade and do things he never experienced as a child. He’ll also draw pictures of things he saw on his walk so he can show them to you when you get home and, on occasion, Midoriya. He’s actually a very good artist.

You both have a day off? No. It’s your day off. Best believe he’s doing everything to spoil and pamper you. Not like you ask or anything. In fact you asked if he wanted to switch places. Multiple times.

“Darling, I’m already on Cloud 9 having the chance to care for you like this. This is my day off.” Okay, weirdo.

When he finally lets you be the caring spouse for once, he can not stop staring at you with pure unadulterated love. When you sit him in between your legs to comb his hair for him (sooo fucking soft btw), he is literally in heaven.

You can cook him a boiled and salted potato and he will eat it like he has lived in the Sahara Desert for years. You can cook him a Beef Wellington like Gordon Ramsay and he’ll swallow it like a feral cat living in under an alley way dumpster. The fact that you made it makes it godly.

Fun challenge time! Go to the mall with him and convince him not to buy you anything. Do your best!! You will fail.

“You deserve all the happiness I can provide you, and I don’t mind if it’s materialistic.”

Nice! I don’t need 4 more shirts repping my comfort show and a Studio Ghibli bracelet.

You’re depressed? Feeling worthless? That’s cute. He will hold you and list his favorite things about you, except he’s just listing the things he noticed about you and calling them “precious” and “adorable”.

You’re literally amazing to him and he’s NOT letting you forget it.

((These next few hcs are NSFW btw, so piss off minors it’s for your safety.))

In bed he is completely submissive to you and you only. His biggest priority is always your pleasure.

Yes, body worship is on the table. He regards you as a deity, remember? Every part of you is incredible and he wants you to believe him when he says it.

He loves being degraded, it’s honestly adorable. The idea that he’s nothing compared to you and yet is who you choose to be intimate with is already getting him hard, and for you to enforce it? He’s melting!

He can be dominant, too, if you ask. His favorite thing is marking you because you always end up showing it off later whether he put it in easy to cover places or not.

He does try to put it in easy to cover places. He may act like an animal then but he truly doesn’t want to embarrass you (even though he loves it when people notice, no matter how embarrassed he acts).

When he bottoms out in you he’s telling you he loves you, when he’s about to release he’s telling you he loves you, when he feels like you truly own him he’s telling you he loves you. He doesn’t say a lot most of the time, but he’s going to be as honest as he wants here.

#mha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #anime #bhna fluff #todoroki headcanons #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shouto imagines #bnha headcanons #todoroki x you #mha headcanons #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios #mha x you #shoto todoroki

[wh0recannon]

“𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗱, 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲.”

Just call me Piro, okay?

ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ

𝙴𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛/𝚊𝚗

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠?

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☀︎︎ VIBE: You actually kinda sucked, now that I think about it. Have a great summer!!

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