Link: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-zinh-rebuild-her-life-and-achieve-her-dream
I was contacted personally by zinh in gaza to help her cause. She is so close to her initial goal! (39000/50000 as of 6/8)
This is the initial costs are 50000, but with hopes and goals to cover each family member as you all know the extortiinate prices of crossing the border. goals to help evacuate the rest of her family, including her younger sibilings and mother. More details are on zinhs twitter. https://x.com/zinh_1?mx=2
https://x.com/zinh_1?mx=2
Her last GFM was frozen because of the amount of money withdrawn, but the problems are all cleared now. She manages her campaign herself and reaches out to a lot of people. We can pick up the slack and lessen her stress by spreading and engaging- like i said, repost away any version of this QR code or drawing. Please do help, or if you can’t, RB, or repost as you please.
isagi + rin both get bricked up when you put like a lollipop or candy you were sucking on into their mouth. especially if you tell them to open up and then close their jaw all soft
best boy yamaguchi deserves a whole series of zookeeper merch for him only!! 🐧🐼🦒🦁🧡
hi!! for the scenarios, kuroo+baby’s first word? <33
the second kuroo bursts into your bedroom with your one-year-old son in his arms, you know you've won.
"you cheated!" he accuses with a pointed finger.
you place the last of your laundry into your shared closet and close the door. picking up the empty basket, you give him a pointed look as you walk past him. "i don't know what you're talking about."
"cheater!" he cries, following you to the laundry area.
"still no clue," you say, setting down the basket and turning.
kuroo trails you all this while, all 189 cm irately bobbing around your house. "you taught him to say mama."
you try not to laugh, and attempt to school your expression as you sit down on your couch, looking up at him. "i did not."
tetsurō peers at your face with squinting eyes, and you can’t help the way the corner of your mouth twitches. he explodes. "you're smiling! i knew it!"
your son blinks, looking from his father to you, and he smiles. extending his arms, he reaches for you. "mama!"
"see?!" your husband wails, and you stand up briefly to take your son before sitting back down. "that's against the rules!"
"what rules?" you say with a roll of your eyes, unable to help your smile any longer, allowing your son to play with your hair. "english wasn't off the table when we had our bet about what word he'd say first."
"it was either okaa-san or otō-san and you know it!" kuroo snaps, cutely stomping to the armchair and sitting down, crossing his arms and pouting.
you supress a laugh at his touchiness, but nudge your son. “baby, where’s papa?”
his eyes blink up at you, then he points at your husband. tetsurō kuroo glares at the chubby little hand of his traitorous son.
“go give papa a hug,” you say, setting him down. he takes wide steps before giving up and speed crawling to his father.
despite kuroo’s pout, he bends over to pick up his son.
“you can always try again with baby number two,” you remind him.
“yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, leaning back so your son can settle on his chest. “you’re lucky i love you."
you chuckle. “hey, baby,” you call to your son, and the boy looks back at you, his hands on the collar of your husband’s shirt. you see the affection that opens up on tetsurō’s face when he looks at his child, and it makes your heart twinge. “say papa.”
your son doesn’t falter, offering you a smile. “mama!”
“do you ever think about getting married?”
“um,” atsumu looks at you over his phone screen. “no? we’re babies, dude.”
“we’re twenty,” you sigh, and he watches as you kick your legs up and settle them over his, hooking a hand around your ankle and rubbing his thumb in circles over the nub of bone. “i want to get married.”
“you don’t even have a boyfriend,” he scoffs. “who’re ya gonna marry?”
“i dunno,” your eyes are heavy-lidded, hazy. talking for the sake of talking. he’s listening for the sake of you. “i want… a frat wedding?”
“a what?” he puts his phone down, dropping all semblance of disinterest.
“like, when the american universities have everyone get really drunk and do a pretend wedding for fun. i just want to put streamers everywhere and have a tacky balloon arch and pretend to get married. i want to wear a veil and a miniskirt.”
“okay,” atsumu says hazily, suddenly very aware of the shortness of your shorts and the bareness of the leg he’s touching. miniskirt… “let’s have a frat wedding.”
suddenly, you let out a big huff of air and tip your head back.
“what’s up?” he asks.
“i remembered i don’t have anyone to marry,” you explain. “so no fake wedding.”
you look so dejected, and the corners of your lips are turned down in a pout, and atsumu’s honestly still dedicating about 60% of his brainspace to miniskirt.
“i’ll marry ya,” he says, a little too quickly.
“really?” you say hopefully. “you know that means you’re gonna have to kiss me, right? in front of all of our friends.”
“sounds high-pressure,” atsumu says, lifting your legs out of his lap and setting them aside so he can leverage himself over your prone form. “we’d better start practicin’ now so i don’t embarrass myself.”
your son is in that age where he's throwing a lot of fits for not getting what he wants, and you get so fed up with him one day that you wrap him up tight in a blanket and scoop him up into your arms, hugging him to your chest so he can't move.
you come into the living room and tell katsuki, "look at this fussy little baby!" and you force a bunch of kisses all over his face as he squeals with laughter.
and then eventually katsuki takes him from you and rocks him around violently, before ticklingly him under his little pits. "a baby? didn't know we had another damn baby in the house,"
sending so much love to everyone who feels like they’re never chosen as the best friend, as the partner, as the favorite. sending love to all of you who have been treated and felt like second best. sending love to all of you who have felt rejected and unwanted. to all of you who have had to try really hard to fit in because you felt like you never will.
you are so loved. you will be seen and heard by the right people. you can trust that you are valuable and not defined by other people’s perceptions of you. if someone doesn’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
J - jirou kiyoka my love (mha)
A - amajiki tamaki ANOTHER LOVE OF MINE (mha)
Y - yuuta okkotsu wow just all the ppl i love (jjk)
tagging: @smolmo @nhixxx-s
lets do this for fun bc i want to see what you guys do ❤️
spell out your name using only your favorite anime characters!
a - alisa haiba (haikyuu)
s - shōyō hinata (haikyuu)
p - porco galliard (attack on titan)
e - erza scarlet (fairy tail)
n - nagato (naruto)
tagging : @ceo-of-daichi @tsukkis-crybaby @hajimine @bjbex @tsumue @kyuupid @prettysetterbaby @cutiekawa @dearsakusa
does anyone know the ex husband suna series where they almost end up tog again … i think the first one was when he has a date and can’t celebrate an event with her and so she bails on their rescheduled dinner and he just knows she’s upset about his date