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there is something horrifically grim to it, but illustrations for gaza and palestinians tend to catch more mass attention that actual photos of people. this made me feel incredibly helpless for a long while, seeing both how people would rather look at a neat drawing of red black green and white than look a human in the eyes, and how online platforms would rather push a viral drawing while suppressing those begging for help at the same time.

a way to cope with this feeling has been taking advantage of it to directly guide people to helping palestinians.

if art gets better traction, then there’s an incredible amount of good that can be done by creating art that immediately links to fundraisers. creating art of the many images of those who are asking for help.

within hours of posting my drawing, there has been jumps in the thousands for bashar from gaza’s fundraiser. it’s a small effort in the grand scheme of things. it’s not a fix it. but it’s something good. please take care of each other and do what you can. i think this could help a lot of people if a lot of people did it.

here is bashar. i’ve drawn him, spoken to him, and known him now for a few months. any shares help, any art helps. draw who you see, draw what you see. thanks all

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bakugou having a bad day at work and coming home annoyed, tense and snappy. you know he’s mad, you feel it when he comes through the door. not only in the air but the way he stomps on the ground and the loud clash when he drops his bag. so for these first few seconds you have a chance to prepare yourself for what you’re about to witness.

you see the back of his fluffy blonde head as he slumps into your living room sofa and lets out the loudest huff. so you step over and sit in the arm chair diagonally opposite to him.

“hey,”

“hi,” he spits, staring at the blank screen of the tv. his arms on the arm rest, his head resting in his palm. every few seconds his jaw clenches then he lets it go.

“so do you wanna talk about it?” you prod lightly, voice light like usual so he knows you’re not about to judge him.

he tuts, frowning and still not looking at you, “no.”

“you sure?”

“yes i’m fuckin’ sure.”

he knows he’s being disrespectful and stupid as soon as the words leave his mouth. the silence is thick between yoi so he robotically turns to face you with a hard glare in defence. but it melts upon seeing your face of indifference. fuck, he needs to do better.

when you lock eyes, your voice is steady but cold, “watch who you’re talking to.”

bakugou’s whole demeanour weakens, his body tensing with the heat of your words. suddenly what happened at work doesn’t matter at all now, not when you’re just as annoyed at him.

another silence hovers over the room so you get up to make your way to your bedroom. “you can leave or stay. i don’t care.”

bakugou grabs your hand before you’re too far, mumbling a quiet, “let’s cuddle.”

you blink at him like he’s dumb, “apologise. decide whether your gonna forget about your issue or talk about it.”

he doesn’t let go of you as he makes the decision on the spot, his hand on your arm sliding down to link your fingers together.

“i’m a piece of shit for talkin’ to you like that. i’m sorry.” you nod, still waiting for the next part, “i’m gonna forget and maybe talk about it later.” he flicks his eyes up to you, not forgetting how harsh your tone was, “if you wanna hear it.”

you’re a fool for your boyfriend, especially with how his eyes turn doe-like when you look down at him. red rubies asking for your forgiveness and a cuddle. he even slides a palm between your legs to rest on your inner thigh, ready to pull you on top of him. you don’t want to say no so you don’t.

“of course, i’ll listen to you. you’re such a bitch when you’re grumpy,” playfulness tinges your words, a slow smile slipping through to your cheeks. bakugou matches your smile, dragging you onto his lap for a cuddle.

you stuff your face in his neck for an inhale of his sweetness and your arms wrap around his strong body. he does the same to you, thumb rubbing your bare hip.

“thought that was one of your favourite things about me,” he drawls sarcastically and you giggle. bakugou sighs mentally at how he started the night with you. he could have came in, been honest about what he felt and had this earlier.

“that and how when i’m annoyed at you, you still have the confidence to ask for a cuddle.”

“confidence well deserved ‘cause look at us now,” he laughs but stops when you lift your head up to glare at him.

“i’ll leave right now,” you threaten.

“no, you’re not,” he says, his arms tightening around you with a peck to your forehead.

jazz is so good. have you guysheard of this shit theres tumpet

tw: cheating accusation

“Are you fucking her?”

Katsuki stands. With a slow, deliberate movement, he places both hands on the table and leans forward, those vermilion eyes finding yours in an unblinking stare.

“You wanna repeat that?” his lip arches in disgust, “Because I’m pretty sure I misheard you.”

Your heart beat buzzes across your skin. Anxiety eats at you, but the anger and pain pushes you forward. “Are you fucking her?" 

Bakugo doesn’t move, but the vein on his jaw grows more defined as he grinds his teeth together. "Why would you ask me that?”

“You’re not saying no.”

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO X FEM READER

You expected working at a convenience store during the twilight hours just to make enough to cover rent to be boring. After all, you took the job for the cash, not for a love of faking smiles for strangers who don’t care. The appearance of a stranger who seems to have a lot to hide is tantalizing bait to your boredom, but you can’t give in. That is, if you have a choice at all. 

wc — 3k

cw — mafia au but not really, implied but never addressed, is he or isn’t he, Gojo is Weird, blood, guns, this is not meant to be a serious gorey fic, its just a fun little way for me to branch out and stretch those writing muscles 

They don’t pay you enough to keep guns under the counters, but it’s cheaper to teach you to shoot then it is to pay for security cameras. It would be cheaper not to show you to protect yourself at all, actually, but you’re the sixth cashier they’ve burned through in as many weeks. Even in a town as down as this one is, rumors spread fast. 

The wages are shit, but it’s all you’ve got, and college is expensive for a degree as useless as yours is. Four months away from becoming a junior, and you’ve only held unpaid internships and this position as a cashier at a dirty, old convenience store on the wrong side of the train tracks. 

You think the owner is hiding something, or maybe that’s just wishful thinking for a job as boring as this one. People come and go, make rude comments, pick up beer and slide you IDs you weren’t trained to check. It’s quiet enough to convince you to let down your guard, then your fingers brush the cold metal underneath the register and you remember the long line of unnamed, unknown girls who came before you. 

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another example of the news trying to use certain parts of the full message to move audience in their favor though

Well, Fire fighter dude certainly didn’t hold back on his thoughts.

songs i associate the truly devious squad with:

david eastman king

He said screw it

There's a big crowd looking

I'ma scream when no one, when no one, when no one's around

i hc our resident irritating(ly handsome) daddy issues boy to be an ajr fan because if you tell me you can’t see him with humpty dumpty by ajr on loop while he pours over speeches or campaign stuff (so knowledgeable i know) in his dingy little motel room that he picked and paid for himself (proudly) tapping his (incredibly long and slender !!) fingers on the brown and slightly stained desk (better not to think into that) and smiling at the line about weird friends and stilling his fingers when some random pattern of notes strung together or some verse of the song reminds him of stevie and smiling a embarrassing boyish happy grin because he’s alone and the smirks are reserved for stevie? you’re lying.

also because it feeds the robin hood type rebel (i’ll explain later) inside of him i mean have you heard the song it makes me want to skateboard around the city and spray peace and love sayings on the subway stations because it’s got that badum badum you’re a bad boy but also badam badam you’re only being a bad boy to your very bad daddy so you’re actually just a good boy with a bad boy attitude that also makes your very intelligent and slightly murder obsessed crush blush

nate fisher

But I don't need comfort

I don't want to talk

So could you tell me that it's over

Tell me that it's over

i’m thinking the wallows for our true watson and he might not even connect or relate to the lyrics but i think he likes the tune and this song especially because sometimes that’s him and he just wants to be alone and don’t get me wrong he loves stevie and janelle and david  but sometimes the stress of his stupid stupid book and everything just gets to him more than he jokes about it and he’ll just sit in his room and have this on and just kinda (aggressively and satisfyingly) close all his tabs and push the book away and just sit on the rug with his head against the mattesss with one of those nifty heating by oxidizing iron inside of the pocket eye patches that smell like soft citrus and happiness(don’t laugh i love them and you all need to get them now) that janelle insisted on him having (after vi bought a 500 pack off of amazon that he scoffed at but now secretly by from vi who happily supplies him with it since it gives them an excuse to buy more) and stretches his fingers out after a long day of not typing and tries to pretend he’s not thinking of mudge

stevie bell

But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship

our loveable murder muffin i believe is either a swiftie or a rock lover but since i don’t listen to rock (don’t start) and the depressingly small truly devious community is mostly caffeinated swifties i’ve hced stevie with the song false god 

i also think this song reminds her of meeting david and their rocky (to say the least) journey to being more than friends (thanks maureen it was a ship we needed) which always makes her blush every time especially when she remembers their first kiss and in her words all that rolling and also it just relaxes her because sometimes she’ll get too riled up to sleep when she’s listening to her true crime podcasts and solving them before the narrator does so she kinda just has this on loop to drift off because overall it’s got a nice background music quality to it and we all know how stevie’s brains gotta have center stage when she’s solving all her lovely who dunnit mysteries

an added bonus slash thingamajigger that the (very prominent) background saxophone reminds her of ellie and even though it’s a painful memory it helps her remember her friends and remind herself she’s not alone and she is loved and sometimes sometimes she’ll take ellie’s advice given on one of those champagne filled (ellie) nights and just imagine she’s strolling down a street in paris (the capital of crime and death) with david in a crewneck holding her hand and sharing an earbud with her while she pretends not to blush and he pretends not to notice

janelle franklin 

Crawlin’ back to you

Ever thought of callin’ when

You’ve had a few?

’Cause I always do

the one that all of us are lowkey or highkey like me jealous of because how come she has a hobby that she’s devoted to and good at and an s/o and she looks good and is organized and good with kids. how come??

moving on

in my mind she likes arctic monkeys because the beat and the stuff of the song (you understand) just reminds me of her hammering it up in minerva’s brand new workshop with it pulsing in her ears to the beat of the buzz of the machine and her getting a little lost in the lyrics every now and then when she’s really missing vi

also 100% sure she is obsessed with miley cyrus’s version of why do you only call me when you’re high 

also because i feel like when she’s going to bed and she’s got her headphones plugged into her ears she (like stevie) uses it to help sleep and the tune is just comforting and she can kinda just close her eyes and experience the soft angst 

vi harper-tomo

Quiet is the city air on a summer night after it rains Faster than a bolt of lightning The speed of a Japanese bullet train (train) And you know, it's always trying to stay awake (stay awake)

i’m gonna have to go with lyn lapid for them because a) producer mans really got a good feminist + fuck the money sucking trying to survive girl exploiting men vibe but b) i’ve decided to go with this song because it’s really soft which i think is indie enough in my previously headcanoned indie rock vi and i also think it reminds them of janelle and how happy she makes them. and honestly i see them doing that tiktok thing inside of their head while the “if only you knew part” plays and seeing snapshots of memories with janelle flash through their head as well as their adventures in vietnam and at minerva house with janelles weird friends and i think they really do appreciate the memories and this song kind of brings them all out. i also think that this is either their ringtone or that they’ve learned to play this on an instrument (violin <3)and when they played it for janelle she cried

element “ellie” walker

I will leave you notes 

Je te laisserai des mots 

under your door 

En-dessous de ta porte 

Below the singing walls 

En-dessous de les murs qui chantent 

Close to where your feet pass 

Tout près de la place où tes pieds passent 

could never forget our ellie of course, and i know we all think know she’s a swiftie but i do think she enjoys this and not just because she’s an avid lover of french but also because she likes the lyrics and it’s one of the rare tunes that she’s learned to carry on roota and it’s one of the even rarer tunes that people don’t seem to mind her playing on roota 

i feel like it’s a good arting (shh) song for her and also she listens to it in her bathtub with a bottle of champagne in her left hand and a paintbrush in her right dabbing at the canvas she’s got set up with the bottom half of the easel in the warm pinkish water dyed with pink rose smelling bath salts david got her for her birthday

mudge

and it was not your fault but mine

but it was your heart on the line

i really fucked it up this time

didn’t i my dear?

i don’t know why mudge enjoys this song in terms of lyrics but i do see him liking the tune of it and imagining himself in disney in the 90s with this playing in the dingy cafe where he has his coffee before putting on his mickey suit, he definitely also thinks of nate and folds little paper flowers for him while listening to this song 

mutual pining with bakugou but you two are oblivious as hell at first. like, everyone can see, oh, they can. anybody can tell how he never berates you, he tolerates everything you do, and even give you his utmost attention whenever you speak. not to forget that he wouldn't mind shutting everyone up just so they can listen to what you're saying. so, he can listen to what you're saying. the thing is that you two just mingle very casually, too very naturally, that such things don't occur as a special treatment from him. it flows just as is.

but the simplest things escalate little by little. with time, he doesn't mind a little touch. bakugou likes it, honestly, but he'd rather die than admit it in front of everyone. he lets you but he never says a thing about it. like when you pull onto his hand, telling him to rush to the class. or when the hall to the canteen is busy that you would accidentally brushes your shoulder against his.

with time, too, he gets bolder and comfortable. he'd take your hand first. in a crowd full of people, you wouldn't have to worry you'd lost him because you can feel his touch on you. sometimes it's his hand on your lower back, or on your shoulder, or maybe, on your waist if he's feeling brave. bakugou will always make sure you're not out of his sight.

you two are literally inseparable even after graduation. time can be harsh on you two, but bakugou would always find an excuse to stand in front of your doorstep.

“patch me up, would you?” he'd say on some nights. on some other days, he'd just wait for you to open your door and just feel glad to see your face.

there's no ‘go out with me’ and there is no ‘what is our relationship?’ because words aren't needed to describe how you two could naturally mesh with one another. with time, it's clear that you need him and he probably needs you even more than he would ever admit to your face.

so it doesn't come as a surprise to everyone. when one day you two are professional pro-heros and you two casually mention to your friends—kirishima, mina, sero, kaminari, izuku—that you two are living together.

it supposedly should have not come as a surprise when one day he comes home after a very rough mission. with dried blood on his costume and sticky bandages on his arms. and he rushes to your shared bedroom, rummaging through his wardrobe and chest, looking for something.

it shouldn't surprise you that after watching his life flashed in front of his eyes, the first thing he wants to do is to go home and see you. to be home to you.

it shouldn't be weird that he'd turn around to see your confused face before he asks you to be his companion of life. “please, i can't see myself going another day without you. i may not be the best person around with my shitty temper. i know you deserve more, but despite that i know i would want nothing but to come home to you. after a shitty day, i would want to have you to be there and i promise i'll always be there on your shitty days too. so, would you please marry me?”

he'd rush his words, and it is so unlike him and he says it with the red velvet box he has kept as a secret ever since he gives you the key to this apartment. he places it onto your palm, hoping that you'd take it. wishing to every Gods that you wouldn't mind settling down with him. which you don't.

so, bakugou shouldn't be surprised that his question—or pleas, even, is being answered by your hug. tears brimming on your waterline and a trembling whisper of 'yes'.

after all, it comes as natural as how you two met since the very first day.