I Swear These People Get In My Nerves.

uhhh modern au demon slayer oc or academy au

so uh, this is a drawing of my oc, their name is Nori Rengoku, the middle child of the Rengoku family, and their 16. they’re a trans gender man who used he/they pronouns, and he has SHIT luck with love. Literally shit. Nobody gives him chocolate on Valentine’s Day (except himself) and they basically gave up on love. Also he likes to draw and focus on criminal justice, and wants to be an activist or lawyer.

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Nori Rengoku

[16]

[He/They]

[AroAce] [Audhd and G.A.D (aka generalized anxiety disorder)]

[President of the GSA]

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"I think they mean hot dads."

There needs to be more male leads in romance books like you.

“Widowers who are also single fathers with depression and alcoholism?”

"I have to help him out on the computer. It’s funny."

Are you good with technology?

“Not especially. The world around us is always changing, sometimes I find it hard to keep up.”

Comrades of Tumblr, I have a myriad of Gaza fundraisers to share, and have been in a thread that will be the pinned message on my profile until further notice.

Right now, I would like to highlight a GoFundMe sponsored by Victoria Beauchamp for Aya Mahmoud and her family. Her situation is urgent, having sent me heartbreaking messages that she alone has 8 people to feed.

You can find her account here: @ayoosh-gaza02

The prices of food in occupied Palestine and the Gaza open-air concentration camp have spiked drastically since the genocide swung to full power in October 2023. A year has passed and Gaza has yet to be freed.

I have nothing left to give right now, but please, if you have anything to give, please direct your funds to here:

gofundme.com

Donate to Helping my family to evacuate from Gaza, organized by Aya Mahmoud

My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am a children’s teacher, 24 years old, living wi… Aya Mahmoud needs your support for Helping my family to

Please, even if you can't donate anything, make sure to reblog this post as well. I don't give a shit about the notes, but I do care about more eyes seeing Mahmoud so that this post can pass through more hands that can help.

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juggalo wins!

If Miguel and Gabriella were in Spooky Month.

I feel like Gabriella would be a chill kid, probably a baby sitter in her free time, making that bank. One time she’d babysit Skid and Pump and oh dear god, when Skid and Pump ran off, doing their usual stuff, Gabriella was devastated, feeling like a terrible person for losing two kids that she was paid to do a good of taking care of. She’d probably called her dad and Miguel had to assure that she want a terrible babysitter.

Miguel would be a single father like Lila, and Lila and Miguel would be friends, because, they’re like both single, and have probably a dead spouse. Miguel would work at a restaurant or be a police officer, and would occasionally see Skid and Pump mess around at the Candy Shop. Sometimes Miguel would buy candy for Gabriella.

"he is NOT that old."

“To whomever wrote this, sleep with both eyes open. All of this is incorrect, in case anyone was wondering.”

uh

so I am gonna change my account, into a art account, im very sorry rp moots, ill still rp tho, but ill focus on art more cuz an ask account isn’t gonna work out ig, also, my new user is gonna be marzipanne instead of nori rengoku

"Uhhhhhh-"

Nori did have a bit. Maybe after his homework he can go out and maybe window shopping. Or he can see what his father does at the dojo.

"Maybe I can check out the dojo, see what’s going on?" Nori said, now eating a bit of some rice.

*Nori came home from school, with a tired expression. Today was… tiring. So many work, walking, chatting, noise, and interaction. Honestly he couldn’t keep up with his younger brother with his grades. Nori envied Senjuro, for being able to talk to people normally, or having good grades, or just being normal. Nori was the opposite of Senjuro. Weird, sucks at school, and unapproachable. It’s… a lonely life and sometimes Nori felt alone.*

With a heavy sigh, Shinjuro had returned to the house from his dojo. He was having a hard time keeping up with all the new students lately, it was exhausting, but he was happy.

He heard the door, signalling the arrival of one of his sons, he approached slowly, cautiously to see who it was before he spotted Nori. He looked at them quietly, worried.

“Welcome home, how was school?”

It was an innocent question, though as he observed his son, he questioned if it was the right one.

“Would you like a snack? Your mother made some ready before she went shopping.”