There is something about BNHA that wakes up creativity within me
I have so many ideas, constantly, there are so many places in the story where something interesting could happen and change the course of the entire thing
AND the world building is so developed, and with the quirks u can have literally anything happen
fascinating assumption
american maid cafe review
Literally crying rn I'm so so so happy for everyone living in Thailand who can FINALLY marry legally‼️💗💗💗
fuck yeah !!!!!!!!!
noticing a phenomenon where people witness just about anything and go "god this is such a Midwest thing haha" and it's just something that could feasibly happen or exist literally anywhere in the world . Not even relegated to the US
headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
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one headcanon i don't play with is smoker izuku. he was influenced by hawks who offered him a cig during the vigilante arc and he's been smoking ever since. it's definitely lessened as the years go by but once in a while, whenever he's particularly stressed, he'll smoke one or two. people around him HATE it, but he can just never fully quit no matter how hard he tries. of course as a pro-hero and a UA teacher he has to be discreet about it, so he smokes on the balcony, in alleys, or uses bathroom breaks as an excuse.
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katsuki: cut that shit out.
izuku, walking back in: hm?
katsuki, crossing his arms: i can still smell it even if you smoke on the balcony. are you an idiot? stop stinkin' up the place.
izuku, frowning deeply: ..you can?
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and far be it for izuku to compromise katsuki's health. his own health doesn't matter, but when it affects katsuki? that's where he draws the line.
Don’t look at me with those eyes…you dazzle me✴️❇️✨