catsofpickles
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Four year old beekeeper distracted by a roly-poly.
Nice, Izuku likes when his organs are in ‘relatively good shape.’
Source: unknown
Mom says stfu or we’re not going to Dairy Queen
based on that one meme
This is how genocide happens to us, mercilessly
Listen to the cries of innocent people, you will not let us down
Today, the tents of the families considered to be in the humanitarian zone (mawasi Khan Younis) were targeted, as the Israeli occupation army informed us, and everyone was forced to live in this area under the pretext that it is safe in the southern Gaza Strip. These families were targeted with deadly rockets that burned tents, including tents, and many lost entire families.
Saved my family 😔🙏
As we are facing a major food crisis these days
The price of a bag of flour reached 1,300 shekels, equivalent to 350 dollars, as no one was able to buy flour due to lack of money.
Everyone is living in real famine these days. I hope you will not forget us, as your compassionate hearts will stand with us and our children.
Save my family from this famine and war we are going through.
With your kind hearts, we will overcome this tragedy.
Tita is sick and needs monthly treatment, which costs $200. She suffers from hearing loss and vision problems and uses treatment for asthma. I hope for your donation and humanity in helping Tita
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maybe this is just me idk
fascinating assumption
Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth
"you don't post your dead dove fics on anon?" no, all of my dead dove, dirty, disgusting gay smut are posted on my main. I have no shame. normalize a girl being a pervert and a sex-crazed freak
A name is a spell you cast on your child when they’re born
breakup was so bad it was broadcasted on national television
Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy
Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE
Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted
Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative
Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying
Dabi and Hawks definitely explored each other's bodies
Our nights have become a never-ending nightmare...The bombing comes from every direction, and the sounds of death never leave our ears.We can no longer find a bite to eat, and food prices have become unbearable.My children cry from hunger, and my heart breaks because I can’t feed them.
Donations have stopped, and hopelessness is starting to creep in...Dark thoughts haunt me because I no longer see any light.
But you can make a difference.A small donation could save lives — just $20 could mean survival for an entire family.
Please… don’t leave us alone.💔
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if you think bakugo is the possessive/jealous one between bakudeku are we even consuming the same piece of media. firstly deku is SHOWN to be weirdly possessive over bakugou for honestly no canonical reason. secondly he spent like 12 years with no friends at all and having to watch bakugou be friends with other people. if that doesn't make him possessive idk what will
Not now kitten daddy's googling his symptoms
Parenting Izuku
dystopia au where we are all assigned one of two chosen genders at birth
a treasure found antiquing today
🌸 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:
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
🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
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.
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
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Bunzuku and his Birthday Princess 👑💥
izuku leaving during katsuki’s birthday and katsuki dying during izuku’s birthday is going to be a new part of the bkdk roman empire forever i fear.
Wine is exactly like omegaverse fanfiction
Kiss
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]