"Alright Kiddos! Who is ready to learn more about their ability with me and Mr. Dazai." "I haven’t been "Dazai" in years, yet you still call me that."
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO STUCK AROUND EACH DAY Happy DazAtsu Month!
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO STUCK AROUND EACH DAY Happy DazAtsu Month!
i love you fanfic authors that write AUs. i love you fanfic authors that write canon. i love you fanfic authors that write unhinged things specific to their niche interests. i love you fanfic authors that write against the grain of fanon interpretation. i love you fanfic authors that add to fanon interpretation in even more rich ways. i love you fanfic authors with low self confidence, with all the confidence in the world, with 3000 subscribers, with 2 subscribers, who have written a million words and ones that have written 100. i love you fanfic authors who haven't written a word yet but the stories are still knocking around inside your head. i love you fanfic authors!!!!!!!
i walk onto the stage in front of many bsd fans. “ranpo edogawa has autism.” the crowd cheers. “i also think he has an eating disorder.” the cheering lessens, but the crowd is still on board. i take a deep breath. “ranpo edogawa canonically aligns with many symptoms of npd. i think hes a narcissist.” the cheering dies down. theres some displeased grumbles. “also—“ i brace myself— “he’s got ptsd from his years on the streets. hes probably got motor control issues.” people are starting to get up and leave. “he probably has a hard time walking, has blood sugar issues, and uses a mobility aid. and hes afraid of cops and guns, despite working with them all the time.” i am booed off the stage.
The characters aren't charactering
Currently creating an ISAT AU because why not
ANYWAYS HEAR ME OUT
what if, when Siffrin loops back during the suspicious event in Act 4, he instead loops all the way back to the beginning, and Odile is now stuck in the loops with them?
Odile freaks out when she's back in the shop, and books it to where Siffrin is napping yelling for him. Siffrin, meanwhile, just woke up and is very confused. They hear Odile and turn around to see her staring at him. And he just looks horrified. Because Siffrin just trapped his family in here with him.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soft Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Caring Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs) Series: Part 15 of Dazatsu reunions Summary:
Chuuya was going to make sure Dazai leaves the Port Mafia again, whether he liked it or not.
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‼️Please don’t skip taking a look 🍉🇵🇸I am
ahmad from Gaza. I am 26 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to preserve his family. 🇵🇸💔💔
We try to live under miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressures, doubts, and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it's not just hunger, disease and fear; Rather, it means actual death.
With a heart weighed down by sorrow, I reach out to you, hoping that kindness and humanity still shine in this world. My family and I have lost everything—the home that once sheltered us, the walls that echoed with laughter, the warmth and security that every human deserves. The relentless attacks on Gaza have turned our lives into a daily fight for survival. What was once a place of comfort and love is now nothing but rubble, and we are left with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a fragile tent that barely stands against the bitter cold.
Now, our days and nights are consumed by hardship. The icy wind pierces through the thin fabric of our tent, leaving us shivering, with no escape from the freezing temperatures. Food is scarce, clean water is hard to find, and the most basic necessities have become luxuries beyond our reach. Every day, we struggle—not just to live, but to preserve the dignity that war tries to strip away.
Amid this suffering, a new life was brought into the world—my brother’s daughter, an innocent soul who took her first breath in a tent instead of a warm home, her tiny body wrapped in whatever scraps of fabric we could find. She was born not into joy, but into loss, into hunger, into the unforgiving reality of war. And as we watch her, so fragile and pure, our hearts break knowing that we cannot give her the comfort and security she deserves and we cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for her😭😭😭😭💔💔💔
I do not ask for much—just a little help to keep us going through these unimaginable times. A warm blanket to protect us from the cold, food to fill our empty stomachs, or even simply sharing our story so that others may hear our cries for help. Every small act of kindness can make a difference. 💔🍉🇵🇸😭
Your generosity has the power to bring warmth to our freezing nights, hope to our despair, and life to those struggling to survive. May the kindness you extend be returned to you a hundredfold.
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