THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU GOT A GIRL ?

the sillies

That just means he likes you :))

Some old sketches and stuff i have done about my MK1AU where Hanzo is in the Lin Kuei as Tremor

May try to make a post about more info of this AU later hehe

This is the story of a wounded Palestinian woman, a reflection of so many of us living in Gaza. Her hijab soaked in blood could be mine—her pain is mine. I am an oppressed and weak woman in Gaza, and I carry unbearable grief. My baby, Qais, was injured in the war, and the hospital refused to treat him because we don’t have the money. I am begging you with all that’s left in me—please help us. Your donation could be the difference between life and death for Qais. He needs urgent care and medicine that we simply cannot afford.

Life in Gaza crushes us every single day:

1. I wait in line for two hours to bring back food to our tent—food that’s barely enough to keep us going.

2. I clean the shoes of strangers in the street—just to earn a little money to buy Qais the medicine he needs.

3. We were turned away from the hospital—they told us no money means no treatment, even for a two-year-old child.

I carry this burden in silence, but I can’t keep going alone. I’m doing everything in my power to save my child, just as countless mothers here are doing for theirs. Without help, I’m afraid I will lose him. Please, donate anything you can—even the smallest amount could buy Qais a dose of medicine, a warm meal, or another chance to live. Share our story. Stand with us. Help me keep my son alive.

Please donate here

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I can take them (not in a fight)

By @ smallstarrrr on xTwitter

i think there's something really wrong with me

He runs his fingers through your hair and feels scabs on your scalp from wounds, he didn't know you got. He doesn't remember you getting hurt and is now very worried.

You didn't want him to know.

Reader x any bsd character you want.

🎀"LITTLE BAMBI EYES"🎀

chuuya nakahara x reader | sfw

cw! implied/referenced abuse, romantic relationship, descriptions of injury, friends to lovers, abuse from an ex lover, gn! reader, hurt comfort

thank you for the request! this felt very fitting for chuuya so I hope you liked this rendition!

It wasn't hard for you not notice how he stilled. Chuuya's fingers lingered atop your head.

Dread seeped in your chest, and the underlining anxiety was laced in your stomach. Eyes watering as you remembered how it happened.

That push to the cabinet. The bruises on your back ached. How that god damn glass bottle came crashing down on your head. The neighbor from across the hall breaking in and taking them down.

Blood gushing and dirtying your head. The neighbor calling the police as his wife held you; comforting you as you cried. Trying to clean your bleeding head.

Never did you tell Chuuya. You're best friend, who was in the damn mafia. Easily you could have told him, and they would have been taken care, but you were too sweet for that.

Neither did you want to bother Chuuya with it.

You dealt with the situation on your own. For days at a time you recovered and spent time with Chuuya when he had the time. Never did he mention it.

The court date echoed in the back of you mind. Having to face them and confront them for they had done.

Chuuya had long ago told you they weren't good for you. You refused his offer of help. You didn't wish to burden him.

His gloved fingers felt the pressure of scabs on your scalp. Hues looking down to see the paint redness and brown of healing marks and dried blood.

In doing so you curled up to avoid his appointing gaze. Your name was said quietly. His voice careful but there was the tone of anger and worry. Angry at who did this to you, and the worry for you.

You said nothing. You're body scottimg away from him. He allowed it and stared at you as you did so.

The TV blared loudly. The blanket on the couch was used to hide your self. Instinctively you reached for your head. An itch from was strong.

You should have left him earlier-

"Hey don't do that." His bigger hands stopped the hand to your scalp. Your face embedded into the blanket, refusing to look at him.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled. Tears flooding down your face. You went to pull your hair but once again he caught your wrists inside him gloved hands. "Stop that."

Your name on his tongue was velvety and gentle. So much kinder than them. "What happened?" Darkness leaked out like water in a broken glass vase. Seeping out in small amounts.

It's up to you stop him from bursting out, and ruining the beautiful wooden table.

You whimpered. Softly you recounted the events of what happened to you. The court date and how terrified you were. Never wanting to burden him with your problems, especially him saying they were bad for you.

You didn't listen.

You had your reasons for staying, but either way he had told you.

Now, look where it lead you.

Hands cupped your face. Leather fabric ruffling as it crunched up. Chuuya's face serious with the fiercest loyalty. "Don't be sorry. Don't blame yourself."

Despite his small frame his embrace was warm. His very hold was overpowering. His short height seemingly bigger than ever. You were small now, and he protected you like a wolf protected its cub.

"Chuuya...But..."

His gloved hand draped over your head and felt those scabs. His leather fingers caught the residue of dried blood from scratching, picking, and pulling.

"You poor thing. Dollface, don't do this. Don't hurt yourself." You've never seen him so soft for you.

He pulled away. Holding your shoulders firm. Worry and concern with loyalty in his hold. Redness in his face. A beating loud heart in both his and yours.

He had harbored his feelings for the longest time.

You held yours, but never left for him. The fear of them doing something to him, if possible, and anyone else scared you. They would follow you to the deepest hell just to torture you.

"I'll be there. At court and be there for you." A head pat to your head. "To be your strength, and you'll stand strong. I know you can."

Tears were shed from you. Your eyes were head. Fat and hot, similar to the blood gushing from your head.

You clung to him. Feeling smaller than ever, but also loved. Chuuya held you close. His heartbeat loud in your eyes as you cried.

Kissing your forehead and rubbing your back.

"I'll be here always. No matter what happens."

so real

Batfamily thoughts: the batkids realizing the problem isnt that Bruce doesn't love them, it's that he loves them too much and he can be an over protective bat creator at times. He's the dragon that hisses at anyone that gets to close to his babies! And that gets worse and worse everytime he can't always protect them. His love language is being overprotective and being paranoid.

this has always been Bruce's biggest problem 😭

It's not that he doesn't love them, its that he loves too much.

Bruce's whole thing is that he's the best detective, he sees all, he knows all, he feels all.

Its not that he doesn't feel, that he doesn't empathize or understand, its that he feels too much. All of it, all at once. And he can't stop. And its breaking him. Because he knows how much it hurts them. Because it hurts him.

anyway characters who feel too much, feel everything mean so much to me (bc i relate) and Bruce in particular bc hes so misunderstood for it too, yeah :)

didn't even offer to hold my hand ;-;

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me when writing