Shoto: Do you wish that you had red in your hair still?
Toya: I did.
Shoto: Do you now?
Toya: I don't know..
Natsuo: I wish I didn't have red in my hair.
Fuyumi: yeah, you tried to cut it out once..
Natsuo: ha, yeah.
Toya: I wish I did most of the time before everything really happened. Now I don't. Even if I don't really even like the white.
Shoto: Why don't you like the white?
Toya: makes me look like mom more. I'm not good enough to look like her.
Sorry for not posting, and especially sorry for liking things but not reblogging (╯︵╰,)
Aizawa-kun's turn B)
[bsky]
"OH! HE'S MY FAVORITE !!!"
"oh he's dead"
This goes out to poppy playtime pianosaurus enjoyers
welcome everybody
I am Muhammad Imad Abdel Latif Sharab
First, after an aggressive war on Gaza City and its revival, we were displaced from our 3-storey house in which I and my family of 3 members live.
My father's family consists of 8 members
My grandfather, may God have mercy on him, was martyred by occupation aircraft on 12/14/2023.
The one who was martyred while he was leaving the house to check on our house next to him, which could not be reached due to a brutal enemy who does not differentiate between anyone in death, went out to check on our house, which we were not in because of my displacement to Rafah, me, my father, and our families due to the intensity of the fighting in Khan Yunis, and after that A few days ago, our store in which my father and brothers work was bombed by occupation aircraft. He was working to gather his strength from it and meet the needs of our house, which no longer exists due to the bombing. We ask you to help and contribute, even if just a little, by donating to us so that we can compensate for a little of what we lost.
Many thanks to you 😢
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
If you do not understand the words well, because I am not very good at English, but I ask you to help me with money so that I can compensate for even a little of what I lost, and I am very grateful to you, my dears😢🥺😢🥺😢🥺🥺😢
Hello, sadly I cannot donate to you, but I can share this message!
dabi becomes a father and is scared shitless that he’s gonna have a child that’s just like him i.e. hard to love and then he does end up having a daughter as emotional as he used to be but also she’s so so easy to love actually
I'M GLAD SOMEONE UNDERSTANDSSS
I wanna make art, but I kinda suck at drawing <//3 Hopefully I can make a fic about it tho >:3
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I'm thinking he will run away and eventually go to college, and he will get sort of famous somehow (probably in chemistry tbh).
That's how his family finds out that he's alive, but he lives far away (I was thinking England?) and then they go and find their lost son and everything. Dee, doesn't really want to see them though.
Happy ending or not, I don't know :P
Then again, I might just take it another way lmao..
With his family never finding out that he's alive, and he thinks that life is better since he got caught in the fire... but maybe he still misses them, or more of misses Heavy.
I'm so indecisive... 〒▽〒
Wait.
Imagine Dee died in a fire, that he started in a rundown abandoned building, and it collapsed and went up in flames. Dee didn't come home that morning, ofc the family was worried and everything, and once the police were able to investigate the building, they found his DNA.
It was right beside a big pile of concrete and medal from where the building fell, and supposably under it as well. They thought that he got caught under it and then died, the fire getting rid of what was left of his body.
So, he was trapped and burned alive.
But what really happened, is that he got stuck but managed to escape- not without burning half his body though. When he got out he was in excruciating pain, then proceeded to pass out. Somehow, he woke up before the cops could get there and went to another building he knew no one would look in.
Trying to pull out his phone, he saw that it was unable to be recovered, and he honestly doesn't know how he's survived, but he did. When he was walking, he heard the news report.
Knowing he was presumably dead, he has a fuck ton of more freedom. Run. Was what came to his mind first. Start a whole new life. Was what followed it.
ᯓ★I write!!๛ 𓂃call me Mantaଳ→ He/They pronouns.ᐟ
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