Hey, bnha stans, y'all good???

Cuz I mean,, wtf is this????

Hello! I need medication for life to prevent my lungs from collapsing, this implies permanent treatment with steroids, oxygen therapy, control of oxygen in the blood and antibiotics to prevent the development of bacteria in the lungs. I'm afraid I have to insist on this because it may be the only way to get my treatment.I need medication for life to keep my lungs from collapsing, this costs around $700 per month.Things are really tough on me, I can't afford. Please donate 🖤

This is probably the dumbest scam I've ever seen? And like if it's not a scam then I'm sorry but you are incredibly stupid. Who asks random strangers on fuckin Tumblr for money????? Like I get the artists and stuff asking for people to donate to their kofii but,,,,

Also correct me if I'm wrong but I'm pretty sure that you don't treat a pneumothorax with steroids and oxygen therapy? Like I'm not a doctor but I've taken quite a few pre-med classes and this is just medically incorrect (to my knowledge feel free to provide correction/sources I'm always open to learning more) and also just generally stupid.

Sorry about the rant but either you need to get better at scams or stop asking high schoolers on Tumblr to finance your medical procedures

I consider myself to be a writer. I enjoy creating worlds and characters and weaving stories from words. Little symbols stung in just the right order to paint beautiful pictures. To invoke fear and anger and sadness and joy. To show death and death and rot and rebirth. To help others find joy in the mundane as well as the fantastical. And so my words flow like rivers, my pen scratches furrows into paper as worlds are born under my hands. The screens burn at my eyes as my fingers dance over keys creating life and casting into shadow or light on a whim. Spinning tapes of wonder and tragedy alike like the great weaver Arachne, if I were to be so bold.

And yet so many of my stories will never be read. Will never find themselves engraved into paper or immortalized in the eternity of the internet. Forever entombed in my mind until my death. These stories and world and characters dying alongside myself in a great massacre. A million names that will be but a bare memory to those who cared to listen when I spoke. A million lives that the world will never know outside the confusing mess that is my mind. A million tiny little things lost to the sands of time.

And still I am a writer.

Even when I haven't touched my stories in months, haven't graced my creations with the touch of a benevolent god.

Even when my pen has not graced paper since the last rising of the blue moon.

Even when I feel like a failure for my betrayal of my art,

I am a writer, and I have many more stories yet to tell.

Happy international asexuality day to all my fellow aces! 💜🤍🖤

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.

(no pressure!!)

Reading

Listening to music

Drawing

Spending time w/ my friends

Writing

i boop back at thee !! >:3

The end of the boop-o-meter cannot curb my boop-lust

take one (1) heavily anxious teacher with unresolved trauma whose biggest fear is having to see his students die, and put his students on active duty in a pointless war

Guys whys there a fat ass quail in my garage?

i just started crying over pictures of stoats I do not think I'm okay,,

Why can't I just have one (1) nonproblematic streamer to watch :(

Wtf is Tumblr trying to sell me?

When you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers! (No pressure <3)

Taking over the world - Coyote theory

I hope she sees you better - Aliyah Ojuade

Fire Escapes - Andrew McMann in the wilderness

Pomegranate Lips - Derivakat

Milk Carton - Madelyn Mae

gotta feel bad for all those spiders thinking they're gonna get laid after smelling the horny pheromones and showing up just to realize, there's no spiders there for them. Just some crappy lotion

Like where's the spiders?

Where's the hot singles in their area???

??????????

Something I hate about the bnha fandom (besides the toxicity) is the fact that everyone always forgets about Aoyama. Like what if I want to read fic about the funny French man with tummy aches? What if I think it's cool that he tries to make friends by climbing on peoples balconies in the middle of the night and leaving cheese by their doors? What if he's the best character in the entire show and nobody ever acknowledged his greatness?

i was just chillin, scrolling through mha fics, as one does, and I see the tag Alternate Universe- Mineta Minoru does not exist and I just felt the need to share that

guys you need to stop talking about Scar being happy and escaping the death loop because it's gonna make it hurt so much worse when he's back next season with SL being just another link in the chain binding them all to the twisted whims of the watchers