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Not some peoples on here and TikTok going:

“You don’t like the ending because your favorite character died”

Hell yeah? Literally why wouldn’t I be pissed that my favorite character who could be saved died? Dabi has one of the most realistic backstories and best characterizations in Mha, actually not only in Mha but Anime/Manga in general and do you know how taboo of topics domestic violence, child abuse and raping are in Japan? Mind you, Japan is a country that has domestic violence normalized in their country as part of marriage and somehow education too. Y’all might think I’m joking but victims of domestic abuse in Japan are struggling very much to this day, but Japanese peoples rarely talks about it because Japan is a “Family Image” oriented society (Endeavor and the Himuras showed it enough me thinks) so they categorically refuse to let people know abuse happens, especially the abusers.

“Oh BuT aLL aBuSeRs DoN’t WaNt It To Be KnOwN”, I know but in Japan it’s normalized to just live through it and that (together with bullying) it’s one of the reasons the suicide rate in Japan is one of the highest globally, hope it helps to get a better grasp on everything I’m trying to say.

Horikoshi has depicted it perfectly, because you know… He lives there and even the final outcome (Rei becoming Enji’s caretaker after years of abuse) it’s very much Japanese style. Which is why it’s wrong and disturbing. Wrong, and disturbing.

And as if one of Enji’s victims becoming his caretaker isn’t enough, one of his other victims had to die because of his actions.

“No BuT tOuYa WeNt OfF wItH hIs QuIrK oN hIs OwN”, and who was the main reason and cause he went off like that with his Quirk? Endeavor.

Yep. Thought so too.

I don’t get why some of you are bending backwards, doing backflips and cartwheels to defend Endeavor just because he’s an Hero like— I’m sorry but he is the depiction of a realistically fact that even if your job (YOUR JOB!) is to save other people, behind closed doors that same person who saves other people can still be a shitty person who’s a curse to his own family, because Endeavor is just Enji Todoroki’s façade.

And he’s a well-written character because the depiction of abuser Horikoshi did of him it’s accurate to reality. Enji is egotistical, narcissistic, greedy, self-centered and selfish, which are all the characteristics that made him physically unable to actually address any of what he did until Dabi’s reveal, despite knowing that he was dead wrong and that together with the fact that he waited almost a decade to apologize to his family, is the reason why I genuinely don’t give a flying fuck about his “redemption”. If sorrow was eating you alive why didn’t you apologize sooner, trash?

Touya never got the closure he deserved, actually none of the Leagues got it and you know why? Because the whole War arc was rushed, you can tell by the way Shigaraki was offed. From a writing standpoint it was laughable, seriously.

What’s even worse is that… Nothing has actually changed in the Hero society despite the fact that nine years have passed, because people like Touya, Shigaraki and Toga will never be actually saved because Heroes have failed miserably to save the prime examples of what’s to be saved.

And no, they weren’t saved because death isn’t salvation for people who want to live, be accepted and loved. You guys that think this way genuinely scare me and I want y’all far away from me.

Like— To sum what I’m trying to say: We can’t cry and hate Mha’s ending because of all this, but some of y’all can cry, kick sheets, throw up, crashout and hate the ending over fucking ships?

Wow…

Hello, dear friends 🌍

The situation is becoming increasingly challenging due to the ongoing war. I deeply miss my homeland and my family, many of whom are still enduring the hardships there. 💔

I've set a small, yet urgent, goal to help support my loved ones. 🇵🇸 The target is £7000, and with your help, I hope to reach it as quickly as possible. Every contribution counts, no matter how small. Is there anyone who can help with a donation, even if it’s under £85? 🙏

Together, we can make a difference in these difficult times.

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A small part of my story

Under the title

A month equals a year and a year equals a whole lifetime..

Every time I remember that moment, my heart almost jumps out of my body.

I don't know... am I happy or sad?!

When I found out for the first time after waiting for nine years that I was carrying a fetus in my womb, I couldn't believe it!

It was something like a dream that couldn't be comprehended!

We hugged and cried together, my lover and I, with joy, alone in a city completely devoid of people.

I didn't mean anything like romance... no!

Just us and danger, or rather under the name "us and death".

You will know later what I mean by this.

I will complete my story for you...

Nine years ago, I never got pregnant, can you imagine?!!

Yes, for the first time, a hug accompanied by crying and tears of joy...

It happened in the war!

Yes, it happened in the war!

Oh my God!

In difficult times, and almost impossible life.

We were not even ready to have children after about half a year or a little more of the war,

and we no longer wanted to think about it at all, especially with the horror of what we had experienced in the recent events of our lives.

We had completely forgotten about this subject.

Although this was our plan recently, but before the Holocaust (the "cruel war" that was unlike any war we had experienced before),

we went together constantly to see the doctor, and did everything we could to be blessed with a child.

We prayed a lot, and we paid a lot of expenses in order to give birth to this little one who was stubborn and refused to come to this dangerous and strange world.

It makes us both smile.

It is really amazing!

We also thought and made a decision recently to undergo an IVF procedure, but circumstances worsened and we did not complete the treatment stage.

God did not want us to complete the treatment journey and undergo the injection procedure.

Yes, but He wanted the pregnancy to happen suddenly without operations, without treatment, without prior planning, and without even thinking about the whole thing!!

Oh, His wisdom and power.

It's like a sign from God to compensate us with such great joy in the midst of this pain we are living because of this deadly war that has taken away everything we own...

Even security was stolen from our hearts.

One day, specifically on the fourth of Ramadan, we decided to return home for several reasons.

The army was present in our area when it invaded the city of Khan Yunis, as the tanks were stationed right near our house at the time,

specifically the Qarara area ("Kissufim").

You will wonder, dear reader: Why did you return home?

When you finish reading, you will know all the answers.

Excuse me, this is the first time I am writing.

I am not a writer, and I can make mistakes while telling my story, so read, dear, and think carefully, and you will see all the answers in front of you...

We were exposed to death at any moment.

Even every night we would prepare a first aid kit containing some gauze, disinfectants, iodine, painkillers, and the like.

We were afraid of the coming of night. Night was not only pitch darkness, but a terror unlike any other!

The city was closer to what is called a "ghost town".

I cannot describe to you how much the night scared me, even though I was one of those who loved the night, staying up late, and watching the stars and the moon.

We were very afraid when darkness fell, as if it was a symphony of shelling about to begin, for this was a mentally ill occupier who never stopped hitting the stones and trees, as he enjoyed taking the soul from people.

Every day we would listen to the bursts of bullets hitting the walls of the house, and the shells that I remember did not stop throughout the nights.

When I heard the sound of the shells exploding, I was counting...

Almost every nine seconds there was a shell exploding!

That's really what happened with this crazy occupier!!

I told you it was a symphony, as if he was having fun while bombing our city!!

But do you know what scared me the most..?

What is known as the "drone", this alone is enough to shock me whenever I see it close to the ground or hear its sound.

We used to always hear explosions accompanied by the sounds of bursts of rubble shattering from neighboring houses, when they were repeatedly and directly bombed.

The sound of the shell whistls enough… Oh, how scary it was!

You feel and say: Where… Where will it explode? Where?!

Will it be with us or not?

Will we both die now, I wonder!!!

Yes, it is extremely painful, and you cannot imagine it no matter how much I describe it to you.

Believe me… It is something like madness!

This is the first time I am writing these details!!!

The question still haunts you and revolves in your mind: What forces you to stay at home despite all this danger?!

Yes, now I will answer you…

I was forced to stay with my husband because he refused to leave the damned house! Yes, I used to call it damned, and it is my home that I have always loved and dreamed of.

But after the exhaustion we have experienced due to displacement… Oh, displacement and its suffering!

We were displaced several times:

First from Al-Qarara, then to Al-Aqsa University in Khan Younis, from the university to Rafah, from Rafah to Dair al-Balah, then to the sea of ​​Dair al-Balah, and then what next!? Isn't all this displacement enough!!!

As if it were a farce...

We are fed up!

It was really devastating, we couldn’t describe it, and you can’t imagine it either.

That’s why my husband decided to return, even though the house had been shelled with a number of shells, and the army had not yet withdrawn from the area…

We both walked on foot back from Dair al-Balah,

via shortcuts other than the main road (“Salah al-Din Street”),

away from the sniper’s sight; because it was a prohibited combat zone.

We returned from the back of the house called “Al-Matahin”, near the “Al-Berka” road that leads to Dair al-Balah.

The road was a little safer.

I tried all the way over and over with my husband, trying to convince him not to return… Even my family tried a lot, and everyone warned us.

All of them, we know very well what we are getting into.

Indeed, it was a matter of two options with no alternative: "life or death"!

Even after we arrived home and witnessed the fear during this trip, and because of the very close bombing and the spread of drones, I insisted a lot that we leave and leave him immediately,

but to no avail... He did not listen to me.

He used to say to me: "I will get you out of here, but I will come back and stay here."

And of course I refused every time...

I will die with him, and I will not leave him alone and abandon him!

He is my partner, my support, and the love of my heart.

Here I gave up trying to convince him, and surrendered to what was coming... As I told you: "life or death."

I have never experienced such fear in my life before!

I felt my intestines tearing every night from the severity of the pain, and I discovered that when I am exposed to extreme fear, I suffer from severe abdominal cramps.

I almost tremble with fear when I hear the sound of a tank approaching the house, or when I hear the footsteps of the infantry soldiers.

Can you imagine where we used to sleep and spend the darkest of miserable nights?

Under the bed.

For a whole month we slept under the bed!

To avoid stray bullets and flying shrapnel as much as possible.

I was almost dying… I couldn’t breathe normally, and I would suffocate a lot whenever danger approached us.

As usual, my husband was stubborn and always tried to calm me down.

I know he was scared too, but he didn’t show me that,

and didn’t make me feel his fear;

To strengthen me, protect me and make me feel safe.

Although we witnessed another difficult situation during our last displacement… Whenever the army withdrew, we would return home,

But it deceived us time after time, and stormed again and again.

That time it was also very difficult, as the shells were hitting the "Al-Matahin" building right next to us, exploding before our eyes.

I could hear the whizzing of bullets next to my ear,

and see the bullets between our feet as we ran, hitting the sand and moving it!

A strange feeling came over me at that moment,

As if I were in a movie!

Is this real, what is all this brutality, what is all this violence, why all this killing, why all this killing, why am I here, why is my life like this,

I was lost in a sea of ​​many, many endless questions.

To the point that I was imagining and wondering: Have I been shot and haven't felt the pain of the bullet yet?

Did the bullet hit my lover?!

Questions ran through my head that had no answers, and no acceptable explanation,

But the most important question is, am I still alive???

Yes... We miraculously survived this time, my friend, but let's consider that I am like someone killed without a fight!

During that period, during the month we spent in a state of almost permanent shock,

One night, we received a phone call.

It was our kind and gentle neighbor, we did not know she was in the city, one of her relatives had told her we were there, and she called to check up on us and ask for help.

That woman was an elderly woman in a wheelchair and her daughter was with her who was taking care of her, they lived alone together in their house, and they had not left after the evacuation order due to her illness and inability to move.

Her house was a little far from us...

Almost the same area, but on the other street.

We were always in touch by phone, and checking up on each other.

Every morning my husband would go out for this poor old woman, he would go and risk his life to deliver some basic necessities to them, such as food and drinking water; they had no one, and no one to help... Even the Red Cross had difficulty evacuating them from their place.

Only God, and then my husband, were present.

As if God was protecting him from the treachery of this damned army that has no mercy on the bird and the cat, so that he can help this old woman and her daughter.

My heart was breaking when he decided to go for them, but there is nothing we can do... We are all forced to face these difficult circumstances and life, and we must unite, feel for each other and help with everything we can;

It applies to all of us in the end, and danger surrounds us from every direction, and we are all in God's care.

Oh my friend…

I remember this period in its entirety.

Even the cats… I remember how they would all gather in our house so that we could feed them.

To the point that they would attack me out of hunger and try to devour the food I prepared for the table. I saw them as terrifying cats with a sharp look and a frightening voice, so even though I loved them, I was afraid at the time.

I don't know... Is it from her hunger, or the shock of her fear, or did she actually taste the bodies of the martyrs?

I know, my dear... If you are reading my story now, you will want to know what happened to me regarding my unborn child and wonder...

But unfortunately, we lost him, I lost my first child, our little one whose joy was not complete when we met his innocent eyes, yes, the occupation killed him, because of what made us suffer from fatigue, hardship, fear, cold, hunger and endless displacement, this innocent person left and did not want to come to this unjust world.

Do you know what?!

He was supposed to be three months old now.

I was going to be a mother.

And can you imagine what else, I didn't know I was pregnant all this time

It's fate, my friend, it always surprises us.

Thank God, God's compensation is beautiful, we did not lose hope, and we trust in God that He always hides the best for us, God willing. 💓

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Hey everyone..

I did not sleep last night. I was thinking for a long time and recalling some of the events that happened at this time last year. I wrote them down as part of a story I lived through at one point. For the first time, I feel that writing is what I needed.

If you can participate, do not hesitate💓 And if you can donate to our little family, you are saving us and your generous donation will make a difference so that we can start our lives anew.

While writing these letters I felt something strange at first. My heart was sad and my eyes were tearing

But when I finished I felt better I am fine now, And finally I thank everyone who supported me psychologically and financially. 🫂

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Hello this is me Aya.. ‏🇵🇸

everything and suddenly you wake up with nothing left.That's exactly what happened with us .we moved from having everything to having nothing.In a blink of an eye ,we lost everything, our house ,dreams,

memories belongings and our works. We are starting from zero and need your help to climb the leader step by step from scratch.

All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!

Please continue to support us by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over. 🙏🏻🍉

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🚨🚨 Hello dear friends 🚨🚨

My name is Bilal, a son of Gaza that has suffered and continues to suffer from long years of siege and war. After 150 days of bombing and destruction, I was forced to leave my homeland and move to Egypt with some of my family members. It was a journey full of challenges, not only because of the difficult circumstances we left behind, but also because of the high costs we paid to escape the hell of war.

In Egypt, we live amidst other difficulties, where the cost of living is high and living away from home is not easy. But despite everything, our hearts are still attached to our loved ones and family who remained in Gaza, under siege and harsh conditions. We follow the news and we are pained by every new story of destruction.

During this long journey, my first Tumblr account was suspended, which is this account https://www.tumblr.com/shadowyavenuetaco?source=share where I used to share my story and the stories of those living in Gaza. But I didn't give up, and I started again, trying to make my voice and the voice of those who remained under siege heard.

If my story touches your heart and you want to support, your donation 🚨 can make a huge difference in our lives and help us face these difficult circumstances. You can contribute through the donation link here: https://gofund.me/ba5b76e9

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