Ah Yes, Infants Are Still A Bit Glitchy.

This is something and I relate

me: i dunno ive kind of been in a good mood lately :-) i think i might be getting better

the fourth dimensional higher being that's been betting with its buddies on whether or not my mind is going to fold in on itself, sweating (they really need the money): i have to give it a new personality disorder

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oh u can have this post i don’t want it

heye every one.

Goodnight I hope you dream of binky fisb

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KACCHAN!

Check out my new BKDK mafia boss fic!

Title: Zero to Overdrive

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Midoriya Izuku

Word count: 8,644

Chapter: 1/35

Summary: Eyes widening, Katsuki takes in thick thighs, a tight ass and broad shoulders; a fucking sleeper build that could knock Katsuki flat on his ass. He takes in freckled skin and dark green hair, before locking onto eyes so green and bright Katsuki feels his breath catch.

Fuck.

Is that Deku?

Mouth quirking up into a soft smile, a deep voice says the name he never thought he'd hear again, “Hi, Kacchan…”

_____

At 10 years old Izuku was kidnapped by a rival mafia boss.

Almost a decade and a half later, Izuku and Katsuki, both Heads of their own Mafia organizations, reunite by chance. After a misunderstanding they struggle with the idea of pursuing a romantic relationship.

Unfortunately, they just can’t stay away.

However their relationship is not only weighed down by their own issues, but the whispers of rising threats in the criminal underground that threaten its very foundation. And Izuku’s past may be the key to unlocking the information to defeat them.

[Ao3 link]

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I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS BOOPING THING!!!!

IT'S LIKE REAL LIFE BUT BETTER

I'VE NEVER FELT THIS ALIVE HAHAWIHACWBSA

just remembered shows used to have 20-25 eps per season