Then I End With A Completely Different Thing I Was Planning Cuz It's The 20th Time I'm Rewriting It So

any morning classes are the death of me, wdym I have math class at SEVEN IN THE MORNING

9am in-person classes will be the death of me

shigaraki tomura

it really has nothing to do with this post (btw it's really really amazing, I loved it) but I'm so fucking obsessed with post like those where people just analize ever single detail abt something

every time I find one of those e screenshot it cause I just LOVE those

Shigaraki’s Room! 

Just a collection of all the shots we get of Shigaraki’s room at All For One’s… house? base? 

Notes!

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Sorry for infodumping about my special interest out of nowhere, you said a keyword and it activated my unskippable dialogue

Being an older sibling and reading Bianca di Angelo’s wiki is something that can be so personal… Like yea of course you took the first opportunity to be someone else outside the burden of a sister, a caretaker when you couldn’t take care of yourself. Of course you felt guilty. Of course you took the first opportunity you saw to gain forgiveness of the only person in the world who loved you. And you died because of it. Of course.

seeing this after making a throwing up scene, I got universe I'll rewrite it

How to Write a Character Who Feels Like Throwing Up

When fear, dread, or guilt gets sickening—literally—your character is consumed with a gut-clenching feeling that something is very, very wrong. Here's how to write that emotion using more than the classic "bile rose to the back of their throat".

Start with the Stomach

This isn’t just about discomfort. It’s about a complete rebellion happening inside their body.

Their stomach twists like a knot that keeps pulling tighter

A cold sweat beads on their neck, their palms, their spine

Their insides feel sludgy, like everything they’ve eaten is suddenly unwelcome

They double over, not from pain, but because sitting still feels impossible

Add Sensory Overload

Vomiting isn’t just a stomach reaction—it’s the whole body.

Their mouth goes dry, and then too wet

Their jaw tightens, trying to contain it

A sudden heat blooms in their chest and face, overwhelming

The back of their throat burns—not bile, but the threat of it

Breathing becomes a conscious effort: in, out, shallow, sharp

Emotional Triggers

Nausea doesn’t always need a physical cause. Tie it to emotion for more impact:

Fear: The kind that’s silent and wide-eyed. They’re frozen, too sick to speak.

Guilt: Their hands are cold, but their face is flushed. Every memory plays like a film reel behind their eyes.

Shock: Something just snapped inside. Their body registered it before their brain did.

Ground It in Action

Don’t just describe the nausea—show them reacting to it.

They press a fist to their mouth, pretending it’s a cough

Their knees weaken, and they lean on a wall, pretending it’s just fatigue

They excuse themselves quietly, then collapse in a bathroom stall

They swallow, again and again, like that’ll keep everything down

Let the Consequences Linger

Even if they don’t actually throw up, the aftermath sticks.

A sour taste that won’t leave their mouth.

A pulsing headache

A body that feels hollowed out, shaky, untrustworthy

The shame of nearly losing control in front of someone else

Let Them Be Human

A character feeling like vomiting is vulnerable. It's real. It’s raw. It means they’re overwhelmed in a way they can’t hide. And that makes them relatable. You don’t need melodrama—you need truth. Capture that moment where the world spins, and they don’t know if it’s panic or flu or fear, but all they want is to get out of their own body for a second.

Don't just write the bile. Write the breakdown.

I like when people like a character so way too much that it transcends even self shipping or kinning and becomes more of a patron saint that you pray to type of deal

hi guys today's my birthday (march 30th) and I wanted to share it with you guys

idk but this is the first time I post abt my birthday online like this (besides the horrendous photos my mom picks for the "child bday post" every year)

ill eat cake for all of you

I THINK I HAD A LUCID DREAM

Idk what I did or what exactly was happening tbh, I just remember I was having a normal dream (all my dreams are kinda semi lucid idk how to explain) and at some point I was on the living room with my mom and she asked me something I cant remember, then I answered something like "yeah but this is just a dream" and then it kinda hit me and I realized I was dreaming

I don't remember how it felt, it was really weird and to prove I was dreaming I said to my mom (she wasn't believing bc dream people are like that) "if this is a dream I'll be able to go through this wall" and I simply walked through the wall

Last thing I remember was getting really happy and waking up, but a win is a win ig

lovely character. i need him to finally break down sobbing clutching his chest like it'll stop the pain crumpling to the floor begging God to either help him or let him die