This Is A Picture Of Me When I Was A Kid And My Dreams Were There.

Natsuo has nightmares.

Not memories as far as he knows, A old dream that grew up with him since that day.

Little one shot bellow. (Short as heck)

He is nine, His older brother is gone, Touya is gone, he won't be coming home, His body was never found, There's only a picture. He looks so dumb there, why was he so mad on the photo day? Natsuo doesn't remember well, He couldn't help but sob a little.

Maybe he should have complained less of the late night visits, But what he could do if Touya was sad?

What he wouldn't do to see him again?

(...)

It's Touya birthday, he isn't here, the kitchen table is empty where should have fifteen candles and a cake. He hasn't come home, never will.

maybe he is playing hide and seek and he just has to search around for longer than anyone! He doesn't mind the looks Fuyumi gives him

No one let's him go outside today.

He falls asleep in the kitchen floor, That night he dreams, Touya is here again, calling him for dinner, Mom made soup, he doesn't like all the veggies, He eats anyway, Touya is besides him. They're talking, Here, okay, fine.

Maybe it was all a bad dream.

He wakes up. Touya is ____

Gone.

...Maybe if he goes to sleep again? Such a nice dream.

(...)

Mom is gone. Sick Dad said.

He still sees her once every year, maybe that's good, he won't tell anyone though, That would make Fuyumi and Shouto jealous! Wouldn't it?

His chest hurts a bit more when he wakes up in the morning.

(...)

Natsuo is twenty, It's Touya's birthday, He doesn't sleep, not at all, His eyes ache, been burning for a while. Burning, what a strange thing to say

He is tired, did Fuyumi turn on the lights?

He looks up, Touya gives him a hand up. Invites him to the table, eyes narrowing as he refuses to stand up right away.

Why would he? He knows.

It's nightmare.

Touya is dead.

dabi recognizing hawks as the grooming victim that he his and being so enraged with that that he kind of forgets he's supposed to hate and kill hawks like wow....... the guy you hate with a burning passion is awfully similar to you, and why is he projecting his father issues onto /your/ father #help

u can bet ur ass that he's making a joke abt fried chicken again

This is what true inspiration is

thank you to this pigeon who kept harassing me and constantly jumped on my table, you really inspired me to write more obnoxious!Hawks fanfiction!

WHOS THE BADDEST BITCH IN THE CLUB ⁉️⁉️

guys there's a reason why horikoshi didn't make dabi femaleughhhhhhajahhahav

Cooling off... (from last month's Patreon)

why did deku say taht

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obnoxious!hawks headcanons inspired by the pigeon

(Disclaimer bc I know what it’s like: the word obnoxious is used in a humorous manner and if you do any of these things that does not mean your friends secretly hate you.)

to indicate he likes food he chews really loudly and aggressively and does those “mmhhh” sounds

always squats on random infrastructure like lampposts when outside and then just looks down on people while talking to them

never sorts his laundry and the colours magically never bleed, so he’s always bragging about that when someone mentions that they’re tired from doing laundry like “just throw everything in at once that’s how I do it and nothing happens”🤷‍♂️ (inspired by a real person. I hope you know how blessed you are.)

tickles ppl with his feathers when he’s bored and then acts like he didn’t do anything when they complain

his hair always looks perfect and healthy, no matter if he styled it or exposed it to wind and weather. when everyone else’s hair is full of dust, dirt and blood after a fight, he just shakes his out a little and it looks just like it did before

wings have bones and joints. he cracks them. a lot.

always makes the same “but that’s so high up! what if I fall? Will you catch meee?” joke when he’s assigned missions that require him to fly to a high spot. it hasn’t been funny since he debuted.

and finally, always follows his s/o around during the day and cocks his head to the side like a bird while watching their every move. he doesn’t say or do anything, he’s just lurking over their shoulder.

We Haven't Known Joy Yet..."😔💔

My name is Shahd, a girl from Rafah, a city that has tasted war and pain since the day I was born. Near the Philadelphi Corridor, life was simple yet filled with love. I dreamed of finishing my university studies, finding a job that would make me proud, and building a happy family with the one I love.🥹

I married Badr, the love of my life. He’s a pharmacist who owned a small pharmacy where he spent hours helping others and easing their pain. Our wedding was modest—no grand celebrations, just love binding us together and hopes for a brighter future.💔💔

But war does not let dreams flourish. Just days after our wedding, an order came: "Evacuate immediately!" We left everything behind—our memories, our hard work, our home. Then came the airstrikes. Our house was destroyed, along with Badr’s pharmacy, where he worked tirelessly, and even my university, where I had spent years pursuing my education, was turned to rubble.😭🇵🇸🍉

We’ve moved from place to place, city to city, fleeing the death that seems to chase us. Now, we live in a tent in Khan Younis. A small tent that barely shelters us from the cold and rain. Badr tries to stay strong, but I see him every night staring into the void, as if asking himself, "Why did all of this happen?"💔

We’re living in unbearable conditions. Food is scarce, water barely sufficient, and my dream of motherhood is on hold because we don’t even have enough to sustain ourselves. We haven’t had the chance to celebrate our marriage or feel a single day of happiness.

Today, I’m reaching out to you, with a heart weighed down by pain, to ask for your help. We need everything: food, water, medicine, and clothing. We need a chance to rebuild, to dream again, to live a life worthy of our humanity.

Every donation, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in our lives. Every share of our story could reach someone with the ability to help. You are the only hope we have after God.😭🙏🏼🙏🏼💔

Please help us build a new life in the midst of this darkness.

🔗By donating to me on my link or sharing my campaign 😭🇵🇸🍉

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