My Journey To Escape The War In Gaza

There is something about BNHA that wakes up creativity within me

I have so many ideas, constantly, there are so many places in the story where something interesting could happen and change the course of the entire thing

AND the world building is so developed, and with the quirks u can have literally anything happen

im changing

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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Izuku: Kacchan, can I bother you for a second? Katsuki: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

Todoroki: How's your morning going?

Izuku: Well, Kacchan just asked me what my favorite color was, then told me I was wrong.

Todoroki: Ah, so pretty normal.

I think I just found the only reasonable exchange involving two people with opposing views on porn to ever exist on this website

"I've never seen you at the club"

Okay, well, I've never seen you on ao3 reading fanfictions in the middle of the night

🕊️ 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.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

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.

like 99% of "men and women are soooo different!!!" comedy is literally just describing the experience of not understanding other people. like it's not that women never say what they mean talking to other people is just like that. it can be hard to understand what other people are thinking. bioessentialism really rots the brain