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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
rule number one of queer discourse is understanding that gay men and gay women are not opposites and are more like a pair of different yet matching concepts. like stylish salt and pepper shakers.
There’s so much to unpack here:
Pack of Beakers
Goth Beaker
The Beaker snitching and pointing out the photographer
The Beaker that’s about to unload on the photographer
The terminator strut before the ass whooping and you know he’s moving at speed because of the blur
The ominous feeling that you know this is 3 in the morning
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
*climbs up onto soap box an inhales a comically large breath*
YES SOMETIMES THEY DON'T MAKE SENSE GIVEN THE WORLD AT HAND BUT SINCE WHEN HAS ANYTHING WE'VE DONE EVER MADE SENSE
IT TAKES SKILL TO CRAFT SOCIAL MEDIA STRUCTURE ONTO AN AO3 PAGE ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO USE LIKE SKINS AND SHIT AND I'M IN AWE OF AUTHORS WHO DO IT WELL
IT TAKES GODDAMN WRITING GENIUS TO CRAFT A GOOD SOCIAL MEDIA PERSONA FOR A KNOWN CHARACTER AND I'M SO JEALOUS OF THE HOLD THEY HAVE ON THEIR CHARACTERIZATIONS
It's not always thought-provoking or high brow or even plot-based literature but it's a damn good time. Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels this way
I strive to be the most unserious MHA multi-shipper on the planet.