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Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔 Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check I my blog I and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

🍉🍉🍉 We rely on your donations to have a shelter and provide basic daily necesseties. We need your contributions and support with us, no matter how small it may be for you, but it makes a difference for my family 🙏🏻 Please, Support us with 5$, 10$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated 🙏🏻

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₍ᐢ｡ ̮ ｡ᐢ₎ 1月14日 HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUKIA! ❆ ❆

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happy birthday to bleach's one and only true queen, heroine, female main character

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Happy 10th canon anniversary!

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Survival of the weakest is the way society should be organised. Suppressing the strong, and keeping them in check, and supporting the weak. Listen carefully, Satoru. Jujutsu exists to protect non-sorcerers.

SUGURU GETO in JUJUTSU KAISEN — 2.01: Hidden Inventory (2023)

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So anyway then I baby trapped him

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Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔 Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check I my blog I and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

🍉🍉🍉 We rely on your donations to have a shelter and provide basic daily necesseties. We need your contributions and support with us, no matter how small it may be for you, but it makes a difference for my family 🙏🏻 Please, Support us with 5$, 10$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated 🙏🏻

🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291

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collection of bankotsu completely styling on inuyasha

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This trio has me so fucking soft. They've grown so much together and their team work is amazing! Fuck I missed them!

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what a dork

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Hand study with Sukuna

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Dear Horikoshi

Momo’s outfit was unjustifiable and unnecessary and disgusting.

Next time keep to yourself you freak!

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Bakugou Katsuki ✩ World Heroes’ Mission

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Bakugou | World Heroes’ Mission OVA

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⪼ cw: angst, injuries, coma, lung/chest trauma, crying over katsuki in the ICU

You were folding laundry in the living room, keeping an eye and ear out for your little ones as they played in the next room. Their sudden burst of precious giggles made you smile as you smoothed your hand over one of Katsuki’s well-worn t-shirts before stacking it atop the pile of others.

You saw a notification pop up on your lock screen and leaned in closer to get a better look. The headline from your news app simply read “Breaking News: Pro Hero Dynamight: Dead Or Alive?”

Your heart dropped and your toes went ice cold as you picked up your phone and tapped on the link. The subheading went on to say “Bakugou Barely Recognizable After Being Pulled From Rubble, Airlifted To Hospital, Condition Unknown”. Daring not to read any further you locked your phone again and stared into the abyss of the black screen. 

You always imagined you’d know exactly what to do in a situation like this, but here you stood, your phone rattling between your hands, your mind grasping in futility for something that made sense. 

No. This isn’t right. There must be a mistake. 

A string of text messages and social media notifications began to flood your phone, but all you could do was watch them illuminate your screen like uninvited party lights. 

A sharp knock at the door snapped you out of your disjointed state. You turned and floated over to it, numb, unable to feel your feet touch the floor.

You looked through the glazing of your front door to see Kirishima and Mina standing on your doorstep looking worse for wear. You opened your home to them just like you’ve always done but still it felt so foreign. Like it was wrong somehow. 

This isn’t happening. 

They stepped inside with heavy hearts and feet. Judging by the way the tears wobbled along your eyelids they knew that you’d already found out. Kiri’s jaw flexed. He’d gotten there as fast as he could. He hadn’t wanted you to find out from the media. Their stories are always so…impersonal. 

“Kiri? He’s okay, right?” you asked, the first fat tears finally falling from your eyes. 

Your husband’s best friend frowned, his heart breaking at the tiny sound of your shaky voice. You didn't sound like yourself. He missed hearing the loud bickering between you and his friend. “It’s bad, (Y/n). You need to come to the hospital asap.”

“But…the kids…” you said, turning to look towards their playroom where they sat, blissfully unaware of their father’s status.

“I’ll stay here with them,” Mina said, placing her pink hand on your stiff shoulder. “Go to Katsuki, (Y/n).”

You turned to Kiri again. “What happened? Is he gonna make it?”

“Mommy?” You quickly wiped your tears away as you turned to face the voice of your preschooler, who was standing next to his twin brother. “Is Daddy okay?”

You smiled through the pain and anguish, determined to be strong for your babies. 

“Yes, honey, he’s fine. Just a little sick, yeah? I’m gonna go get him and bring him home when he feels better, okay?” You hated lying to them, but what else could you do in that moment? You didn’t even know if he was okay or not. But you knew that their father would do everything in his power to make you honest. He always did.

Both boys nodded, then smiled when Mina bounded over to them. “That’s right! And I’m going to stay and watch a movie with you two!”

Their vermillion eyes lit up like that of their father’s anytime he’s faced with a challenge, and it breaks your heart. Were you supposed to be happy that you saw your husband’s spirit in their eyes? Or were you supposed to be sad? Should the worst come to pass, would their molten red irises make you smile or cry? Definitely cry if you were to find yourself all alone at night, all the distractions of the day gone and coldly leaving the searing heat of Katsuki’s eyes burned into your memory.

“Can we have popcorn?!” they beamed, bright eyes widening at Mina.

She looked at you in deference and you nodded, smiling at their precious faces. “Of course.” Your eyes met Mina’s. “Thank you,” you mouthed to her. 

She smiled and rose to her feet to follow the twins to the pantry in search of the popcorn stash.

Kiri’s large hand settled on your back, turning away from the kitchen. “(Y/n), we’ve gotta go," he whispered. "They don’t know yet if he has time so you need to get there stat, and…” he couldn’t even look you in the eye “...they need your signature on some of the paperwork just in case.”

Mina had closed the door behind you when you grabbed Kiri’s arm and stopped him in his tracks. “Tell me what the fuck I’m about to walk into, Kiri. What the fuck happened to Katsu?” you cried.

“I’ll fill you in on the way, but we’ve gotta go,” Kiri said with sad eyes.

Each patient in the ICU had their own nurse’s station. Kiri escorted you to the one just outside Katsuki’s room.

The corridor side of the room was a large glass wall that could be opened with a little finagling of hidden locks in the floor and ceiling. But it was closed at the moment. The privacy curtain was drawn, the overhead lights turned off, and the soft bedside lamp light cast a warm glow on Katsuki’s beat-up face.

They spoke about your husband’s condition, but you only heard broken parts of the quiet conversation. He’d just been brought back from recovery after having emergency surgery on his lungs. Both had collapsed when a villain with a light speed quirk sent a slab of concrete hurling towards Katsuki. He wasn’t able to move out of the way quickly enough and was pinned against a wall, his chest run through with galvanized rebar.

There was no guarantee his lungs would stay inflated, but the surgeons had done the best they could to reconstruct his chest cavity to its normal state. Or at least as close to it as possible. “He’ll most likely require more operations later down the road, but he’s out of the dark. For now, at least,” you heard the nurse say. 

The sliding glass door opened with a whisper. You walked through the threshold, the sounds of Kiri and the nurse fading into the background. 

It didn’t matter what injuries Katsuki had sustained. It didn’t matter what had happened to him and it didn’t matter how long it would take him to rehab or recover from however many surgeries. 

He was your husband. You took a vow.

"In sickness and in health. ‘Til death do us part."

Even with all the wires and tubes he was still your husband - the man you’d always be in love with. The room was eerily quiet save for the slow, steady beep of his heart monitor. It was the sweet sound of your husband’s lifeline, a part of him telling you he’d made it. 

You didn’t know where to touch him. Didn’t know where to put your hands. His face was beaten up, swollen with two black eyes, but that was nothing new. It had been a while, but he’d come home before looking worse than this after bar fights. He’d always say, “You should see the other guy.”

You decided on slipping your hand beneath the gown, above the bandaging over his chest. A few of his sparse, honey-color chest hairs tickled your fingers as if to try and make you laugh just as he probably would in his own weird way. You’d caught the part about him being in a medical coma after having undergone emergency surgery on his lungs. His ribs were broken. There was a breathing tube taped to the corner of his mouth. “The machine breathing for him will give his lungs a chance to heal.” You remembered the nurse saying that.

He was really asleep. So you fell apart in the safety of knowing he wouldn’t be able to see or hear you, laying your head precariously on his chest and crying as you laced your fingers with his, careful to avoid his raw, bloodstained knuckles. 

He was your king and you were his queen. You loved him no matter what and would see to his legacy with or without him.

But you really hoped it’d be with him. You wanted to be strong, but there was the part of you that silently pled with him to be okay. 

“I could probably do this on my own, Katsuki,” you whispered, fingers gingerly sweeping beneath the stitched gash on the side of his partially-shaved head. “But I’d rather do it with you. I love you endlessly. Please be okay, baby?” You choked on your tears then went on. “The boys asked about you, you know. I told ‘em you’re sick and I’ll bring you home when you get better. So you better not make a liar out of me. You have to fight for your life. I know you, Katsuki Bakugou. If anyone can do it, it’s you.” You sniffed. “Please don’t leave me alone.” Your tears dripped onto his face as you leaned in to kiss his forehead. 

His fingers twitched against yours and you smiled. “That’s right. We’re gonna get you all better. I’m gonna be right here in the trenches with you just like I’ve always been. I’ll go to war with my king every single time.”