Pidge: And Now...for The Continuation Of The Hot-Dog Saga.

turn towards the (moon)light - Atsushi Nakajima Web Weave

soft and gentle is the moonlight

but the moon itself was born from violence

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BSD is written by Kafka Asagiri and illustrated by Sango Harukawa  

bsd - anime / bsd - manga / kina, “get you the moon” / enomoto seifu-jo / bsd - manga / bsd - manga / marine ashnalikyan (?) / bsd - anime / bsd - manga / bsd - anime / bsd - anime / emmylou harris, “moon song” / mary oliver / bsd - anime / bsd - anime / the crane wives, “tongues & teeth” / bsd - manga / c. churchill /  tahereh mafi / bsd - official art / dermont kennedy, “a closeness” (?) / virginia woolf / bsd - anime

Things I love: These longing looks shared between Mastani and Kashi

Hey guys, I'm not dead. Only dead inside

GIVEAWAY WINNER!!!!! 😘❤️💝🎉✨🎉✨✨✨✨

CONGRATULATIONS TO  @magicalgirlspotlight !!!!! It was really difficult decision to make and, as those around me will confess, one I was constantly thinking of.

Nevertheless, I was incredibly touched by Spotlight’s words and can’t help but  smile at in awe of how far we’ve come in this tiny little community :’) 

So thank you, Spotlight, for your love and support, and thank you @olkarianprincess , @diamondheart31 , @grbgcn2 , and @hessonite-angel-art (seriously, why does it never work with your other account???)

I’ve met so many wonderful, beautiful friends along the way and I cannot put into words how thankful I am to have you all in my life. It’s been a year since this monster of a fic has came out, but, for some reason, it feels longer than that.

Maybe that’s becuase updates take forever?

Maybe that’s because I'm constantly going back and forth on GM?

Or maybe, and most likely, it’s because of the amazing people I’ve met along the way who have clicked with me in such a way that it seems as though we’ve known each other for much longer. 

None of this would’ve been possible with you all! 

With all my Love,

potential.a

Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

the queen’s dead but bakugo better not be

Third BKDK Web Weave while waiting for Midoriya to be the MC again (spoilers)

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What it says on my college application: Personal interests include writing, reading, drawing, and literature/film analysis.

What I mean: I write fanfiction, I read fanfiction, I draw fanart, and I analyze the holy hell out of my books, movies, and TV shows to the point of maniacal obsession.

Svidge Week - Day 1: Soulmates + Angst

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“Its an alternate reality!”

He couldn’t breathe. How could he? This…small woman before had nearly killed him.

This small woman from his dreams.

Believe him, he knows it sounds crazy, but its true. Sven was born at an Altean rehab center. Meant to house potential ‘workers’ for the Altean Empire. He lived there with his parents until he was 13. His life there had been restrictive and monitored, but he had his family.

He had been happy.

Before his mild-mannered parents were killed for being ‘physically inferior’ and a ‘long-term unreliability’. After that…Sven had nothing.

And then the dreams started.

Blurry and unfocused at first, the dreams were all Sven could cling to. But they were enough.

She was enough.

The dreams seemed to be from another life altogether. Another life more peaceful and wonderful than the only one Sven has ever known. This woman in green had been different though.

Happier.

In Sven’s dreams they had lived somewhere wonderful. With green, lush grass and the sun bright and warm. So much unlike his life before joining arms with the Guns. It had been a simpler life. Where the pair of them had lived side by side. Grew up together.

But in the dreams she had always been smiling. Usually at him. Other times at inventions her nimble fingers often crafted in her spare time. Brilliant in every way. Her expression so carefree and sparkling, Sven could hardly bare to look at her. Sven used to…used to think that they might’ve been together.

Been in love.

Even now, if Sven thought about it, he could almost smell the scent of her hair from that long ago life. Or the feel of her hands, small and callous from typing, around his own. Even the look of her lips, soft and pink, had Sven’s own almost moving in a phantom memory. Memories.

The only thing Sven could cling to.

He had joined the Guns of Gamora with the hope of avenging his parents and the…very fragile hope of meeting the beautiful girl with the golden eyes. And whose to say he couldn’t? Anything was possible.

Right?

Sven had wanted to find that beautiful girl from his dreams and ask her why he couldn’t get her out of his head. Why she haunted him in such a lovely way. Both in that other life and in this one. Memories of her clinging to him like a drug, a ghost. Could they…?

Could they come together once more?

But no, the look in her eyes proved otherwise. The small woman in green before him may have those same burning, brilliant gold eyes. Those same warm, soft strands of hair around her face. Those same sparkling little freckles all over her skin like kisses. This small woman that had nearly taken his head off, may look like his dear love from another life.

But she wasn’t.

I’m not going to say it again: #my fanfic deserves to win first place.