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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/join-us-in-our-struggle-save-our-family-from-war-in-gaza

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Hi there!! Stumbled upon this account and I just couldn't miss the opportunity! If it doesn't bother yall, may I request some angsty stuff for Emily? Preferably with a fem reader 🫶 thankss

TWIN FLAME | EMILY DAVIS

CONTAINS : Emily being Emily (we love her tho), gore and violence, character deaths, past trauma, the safe room incident, angst, mild language, usual until dawn shenanigans, small description of a female reader, set a few years after until dawn, dark pictures references, might make a part two...

Two survivors stood in the cold winter watching as a cabin burned to rotting wood and ashes. Then all of it was over, a misunderstanding that resulted in a life or death decision ended with Emily Davis never wanting to speak to you ever again, but it's hard to do so when the only other survivor can understand the horrors that occurred that night.

The stench of rotting flesh and charred wood was always present in your nose. It didn't matter where you were, you could never get rid of the smell, it was always there and a constant reminder of what happened, of the things you'd done or said.

Your conscience would never truly be clear, the guilt that had clawed its way into your skin and settled inside your very soul prevented that. There was so much blame that bleeded out, so much guilt and shame and horror, you'd never been the type to feel much guilt in the past, was it your punishment to only feel such a thing now. You have remembered that night for as long as you lived it, the hot iron blood, the screech that made your ears bleed, those horrid scars that never healed quite right, your friends, it always circled back to them.

You attended the funerals despite not being welcome, a shadowy figure blended in with the dark outfits as they'd been put to rest. You were deemed a lunatic, a crazy girl who told lies to save her own skin. Melinda Washington's anger was the fiercest, she had struck you in the face the moment you tried to lay flowers for Josh. Sometimes in your broken sleep you dream about them, Mike's stupid jokes, Chris and Ashley staring at each other lovingly but never making a move, Sam's laugh, Jessica's music you'd both listen to while driving, Matt's football facts that had made him seem smarter than he was. You missed them, to lose them all in one night, everything you ever knew, it was all gone, they were all gone.

All except for one. Emily Davis.

You haven't spoken to her since the incident, she cut you off and might as well have spat in your face. You tried to reach out when you were in the police station in the cold quiet hours of the morning but her harsh words shut you down and so you stopped trying. She hadn't shown up at the funerals, she was always smarter than you, she must have known how people would react, you'd only caught a few glimpses of her since the incident, she visited Matt's grave monthly to replace flowers, you'd even seen her lay a bunch down at Jessica's despite their broken friendship that had occurred.

Any drama in the past seemed pathetic to think about, it was pointless and petty and you knew that now, you had been a bad person back then and an even worse friend, a thing you were able to acknowledge now.

You thought about her a lot, your only living friend but it was hard to use that word to associate her with, you had stopped being friends the moment you decided to back Mike up that night, doing nothing as he pointed a gun in her face and got so close to pulling the trigger. You were still able to remember the look on her face, the terror as everyone stood by, how you stood by, you couldn't look at her, you didn't listen to her cries as the gun clicked, it was something that always stuck with you.

Did she have nightmares as you did? Did she also awaken screaming and thrashing in the night like you did? Did her parents have to rock her back to sleep and assure her she was safe? You didn't know, you never knew a thing about her after that night, you never tried and neither did she, a part of you thought she must've been over it, she would have moved on with her life, she was a tough cookie and unlike you she didn't crumble into crumbs. You felt as if you'd never see her again, the only person who might be able to understand what you're going through and she'd ended up hating your guts. You needed someone to get what happened, to not brush off your insistence of that monster that took away your friends, nobody ever took your claims seriously, nobody ever would.

Your mother had suggested group therapy, a small little thing in the back of some church, somewhere that could help you understand your trauma better and so you had gone to stop her worrying. You could see the stares and whispers and laughter as they deemed you crazy but it ended up being worse than that.

Emily was the one running it.

Your former friend, Emily, who had never been the nicest of your friends. Emily, who had slapped your friend when she told the truth. Emily, who pushed you into danger of those monsters to save her own skin. That Emily, how on earth she was running some sort of therapy group was a shocker to you, something you'd never be able to figure out for yourself.

Emily Davis was running a therapy group and you had no idea whether to stay or go.

You needed help, whether you got it from Emily or not, a therapy group was the start of a rough recovery, so your crumbling guilty soul forced you to stay, sitting near the exit at the back of the group and watching what went on and what was said. She hadn't looked in your direction at all so you must've been doing the discreet thing right, all the focus was on an older man who said he fought these underground monsters in Iraq back in 2003. You believe him, so does everyone else.

These people were just like you, they'd experienced this unimaginable horror that nobody would believe, they all had a story and now you didn't feel so crazy from creepy monsters underground to werewolves that slaughtered some summer camp, everyone had a story, you just had no idea if you wanted to tell yours. You wondered if Em- if Emily had shared anything from that horrible night at Blackwood Mountain. The stories went on and on, and Emily didn't say a word, she just listened. You could not stop staring at her, still unsure if this was some twisted nightmare you'd wake up from. Your nails dug into your arm, pinching the skin sharp enough that you knew you must've been awake and that this was real. Emily Davis was really here and you didn't know what to do, why on earth did you decide to stay and listen.

She seemed better, as if nothing had ever happened to her. The only noticeable things being a faint scar on her head and the faint line of a sharp disfigured bite poking out from beneath the thin strap from her fancy top. She seemed at peace unlike you, she seemed healed, happy, the Emily you knew only appeared through the smaller reactions that swam across her features.

The group had finished up and some stayed for warmed up coffees or sweet teas, chattering amongst themselves and you looked at Emily once more to see her laughing at something a member of group had said, she was smiling a lot brighter, glossy lips genuine with these people she'd been helping and it was then you knew that you wouldn't stay much longer, she had healed and you hadn't and for your own guilt ridden reasons you didn't want to drag up the past and ruin any progress that she'd built. You exited the way you entered, quiet and unheard, hood up and an awkward shuffle of feet as you push open the door. She's better off without you, there's a reason she never tried to contact you all those years, you knew it and so did she, it didn't need to be said aloud to be known.

If you had looked back, you would have seen her beside the window, watching you leave her life like she left your life all those years ago.

Instead, she shut the door, as if you were a mere stranger and you didn't acknowledge the noise of it closing, Emily had closed the door on her past and you were trapped, a single lock keeping you in the horrific past.

She wouldn't let you in.

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some of my best received works have been the ones I'm most insecure about

“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

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i don't care that she's evil incarnate, I stand with my cancelled wife!!

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DANI YOURE BACK OMGOMGOGM

my tv broke and turned pink n green so we r blaming wicked

LMFAOOO

how does ones tv even break and turn into pink and green 😭???

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hiya!! I'm new to the ud fandom and have been desperate for stories about jess x emily. I heard you like angst, so I was hoping you'd write something heartwrenching about my two girls 🙏

Omg of course I can! I'm not used to writing about Jess and Emily, but I hope you like it!!

Now we got problems, and I don't think we can solve them

Summary - Emily finds out about Mike and Jess and decides to confront Jess.

Characters - Emily Davis, Jess Riley

Warnings - None

Character speech is colour coded:

Purple - Emily

Pink - Jess

The weeks that had passed since the disappearance of Hannah and Beth had been slow for Emily. The loss of Hannah and Beth was tragic, but it didn't keep her awake at night. The thing that kept her awake at night was the gut feeling she had.

Mike had broken up with her shortly after the events of that night. It wasn’t a mutual decision. No, Mike was angry because Emily refused to sleep with him. She wasn’t about to just give in to his demands. It felt like he was punishing her for not being what he wanted, and that made the whole situation even worse. But as the days dragged on, Emily realized something: Mike didn’t care. He didn’t care about her feelings, and honestly, she didn’t care about his either.

Jess was a different story. She had always been bitchy, but it was worse now. Jess always had this air of superiority, like she was better than everyone else, especially Emily. Jess had been close to Hannah, and after that night, her attitude had become even more pointed. It was as though she had been the one to hold all the answers, while the rest of them were just scrambling to catch up. Emily couldn’t stand it.

Everything had gone sideways that night, and yet, no one seemed to feel guilty about it. The whole prank was supposed to be harmless, but no one took responsibility for how it spiraled out of control. Emily didn't feel an ounce of guilt. She wasn’t sorry. It was just a prank. People needed to move on and stop acting like everything was her fault.

So, when Emily's friend—someone who had always been around but never too involved—texted her a screenshot of Jess' Instagram, she wasn’t prepared for what she saw. She opened the photo, but the moment her eyes landed on the picture, her stomach dropped.

It was Jess, wrapped in Mike's arms, their faces too close for comfort. They were smiling, their eyes sparkling with something that made Emily's blood boil. The photo was casual, almost innocent-looking, but it hit her like a ton of bricks. They were together. Jess and Mike had been hiding it. The two of them had been dating, and they didn’t have the decency to tell Emily.

Her fingers shook with fury as she scrolled through Jess’s Instagram feed. There were more pictures of them together. More photos of Mike and Jess being all lovey-dovey. How long had this been going on? Had it started right after the breakup? Or had it started before? Emily didn’t know, but the fact that they had kept it a secret from her made her feel like a fool.

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Emily went over to Jess, her fists clenched, her heart racing. The anger that had simmered since she’d discovered the truth was threatening to overflow. She didn’t care about the reason why Jess had kept this from her. She didn’t care if Jess was trying to spare her feelings. What mattered was that she had been lied to, and that didn’t sit well with Emily.

Jess was sitting on a bench, scrolling through her phone. She looked up in surprise when Emily approached her, but there was no apology, no guilt in her eyes.

“Emily?” Jess said, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. “What’s up?”

Emily didn’t bother with pleasantries. She held up her phone, the image of Jess and Mike in her face. “What the hell is this?” she spat.

Jess froze for a moment, her smile faltering. But then, she shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Oh, you saw that.”

“You’ve been hiding this from me?” Emily snapped. “What, you thought I wouldn’t find out? You and Mike, behind my back?”

Jess rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “God, Em. You really need to calm down. It’s not like we owe you an explanation.”

“No, you don’t owe me anything,” Emily replied, her voice sharp. “But I’d think you’d at least have the decency to tell me. Instead, you hide it. You hide it like you’re ashamed.”

“I’m not ashamed,” Jess said, her voice turning bitter. “I just didn’t feel the need to broadcast it to everyone. Not everything needs to be a spectacle, Em.”

Emily clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. “You’ve been seeing Mike behind my back, Jess. You’ve been sneaking around, acting like everything’s fine. You couldn’t even be honest with me.”

Jess stood up, her posture straightening. She looked down at Emily with a smug expression. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep him. I don’t know what you want me to say. He dumped you because you were too uptight. You wouldn’t sleep with him, and he got over it. I’m just the one who was there for him.”

Emily’s eyes burned with fury. “And you think that makes you better than me?” she hissed. “You think you’re the one who’s right here? Mike dumped me, Jess. Not the other way around. He didn’t give a shit about me or my feelings. He just wanted a hookup, and you gave it to him.”

Jess let out a bitter laugh. “Oh please. You think Mike owes you something? He’s done with you, Em. Get over it.”

The words cut deeper than Emily had anticipated. She didn’t want to care. She didn’t want to feel like this. But Jess’ smug attitude, her coldness, made her blood boil.

“I don’t need your sympathy, Jess,” Emily shot back, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “You think you’re some kind of hero, that you’re the better one here? You’re just as pathetic as Mike.”

Jess didn’t flinch. If anything, she seemed amused. “Whatever, I don't give a crap what you think. But don’t act like you’re some saint. You were just as bad as the rest of us, and you’re still acting like the world owes you something.”

Emily didn’t know what to say to that. Jess had a point—she wasn’t perfect, far from it. But the thought of Mike and Jess together, after everything that had happened, left her feeling sick.

She turned and walked away, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m done here,” she muttered.

Jess didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. Emily knew that Jess didn’t care. And that made it hurt even more.

As Emily walked away from Jess, she felt hollow inside. The confrontation had left a bitter taste in her mouth. She was angry, yes, but it was more than that. It was a sense of betrayal, of being discarded so easily. And it hurt.

She had walked away from Mike because she wasn’t going to give in to his demands. She had refused to sleep with him, and for that, he had tossed her aside. But that didn’t make what Jess had done any easier to accept. Jess and Mike had moved on, and Emily had been left in the dust.

I hope this is what you wanted 😭😭

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anyways, in my world, emily and jessica only “ hate ” each other because they actually have repressed feelings for each other and just don’t know how to deal with them because lesbihonest… the way emily looks at jessica? get out… the epilogue really shows the beginning of a repressed lesbian crush…

fucking lesbiansss!

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I MISS YOU HELLO

HELLOOOOOO

i'm sorry for not being active :( i miss you too <3

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HI DANI

HI!!!

how are you enjoying the new season so far????

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people on twitter don't even put spoiler warnings anymore. I just had to scroll through twelve posts and I can guarantee not one had a spoiler warning

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who thinks I can write 29 fics?

one of the fandoms I'm in is approaching 3,000 works on ao3. so close yet so far. so I guess that means I'm gonna write as many fics as I can to push it I did the edge.

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one of the fandoms I'm in is approaching 3,000 works on ao3. so close yet so far. so I guess that means I'm gonna write as many fics as I can to push it I did the edge.

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call me jackie taylor the way i am getting cooked out here

guys, reddit is not for the weak. sometimes i feel like i'm getting eaten alive (i got my first downvote today).

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guys, reddit is not for the weak. sometimes i feel like i'm getting eaten alive (i got my first downvote today).

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shauna knows what it's like to be a butcher and although she would definitely wish that on someone else, she can't help but comfort nat. no matter how angry she is at nat, shauna not only was soft with her, but was there in the first place. watching over her. teaching her how she does it. ensuring that nat can disassociate coach ben from the piece of meat she's cutting up. she didn't have to be there, to pass the ceremonial cutting knife, but she was—because she didn't want nat to be alone. she could've given her tips and tricks before sending her off by herself, like they forced shauna to do with javi, but still she was there as a comforting presence (although nat probably didn't think so).

covering ben's face with the cloth was incredibly symbolic for many reasons, but the main one I can think of right now is, for shauna, when she carved up javi, it was easier to pretend she was cutting up a piece of meat rather than the sweet boy she bonded with. so she thinks, "i want to make it easier for nat" despite her hatred for ben and her anger at nat. because at her core, shauna still cares about her friends. she wants them to suffer the way she suffered, but at the same time seems to hate watching them suffer.

yeah im a shaunadefender but look me in the eyes and say you don't feel her rage.

when she tells nat how to do it, it's out of spite, but she's gentle with it despite herself. you can see how much natalie hates her for making her do this, wants to yell that at shauna, but knows she can't because -

because they have all made shauna do this on her own. with javi. they made shauna cut javi up alone. right after she had just lost her baby. so natalie knows she can't say it. and shauna knows she still hates her for it. and still, shauna is gentle. and does not make natalie do it alone.

I won't ever hate shauna

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no matter how much I hate ben and misty's weird relationship, it was such a sweet send off and definitely what she needed.

so much just happened that you almost forget misty literally kissed ben's corpse ten minutes before the episode ended

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Natalie has had to watch two of her fathers die, and she will blame herself for both of them for the rest of her life