Bakugou (nursing an injury): Ow! Ow! This fucking hurts! Ow!
Monoma: Bakugou, keep it down with all that howling! Midoriya, you really gotta learn how to control your guard dog.
Deku: Monoma, Bakugou got a really bad injury from our most recent mission, and his painkillers wore off.
Monoma: He’d probably feel better if we put on some music. I remember reading somewhere that sweet, soothing music has the ability to calm down wild animals.
Bakugou: Don’t think this injury’ll stop me from whooping yo ass.
Chill dude he’s just trying to match your freak 🙄
Four year old beekeeper distracted by a roly-poly.
Not now kitten daddy's googling his symptoms
Literally crying rn I'm so so so happy for everyone living in Thailand who can FINALLY marry legally‼️💗💗💗
fuck yeah !!!!!!!!!
YOU GOT THISSS ♡♡♡♡♡
Bout to lock in and finally format the first chapter for my A03 bakudeku fic. Tbh formatting is what takes the most out of me haha
I need
Christmas gift for one of my friends
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.
Dabi and Hawks definitely explored each other's bodies
A handy lighter