#he's always supported dream and been there for him and us

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“once again, miss,” your bodyguard sighs, lowering his hand to load the gun once again. “this is my job,”

lately, you have been insisting on learning how to use a gun. you had asked about it one night on your way back from the gala, a request that he had kindly denied, and now you’re at his training grounds.

“yes, but i should know how to protect myself,” you insist, taking a step forward. it smells like gun powder inside; and his cologne, way too familiar. “you can’t always be there for me,”

sunghoon doesn’t really like the sound of that.

you watch as his fingers swiftly move over the magazine, working through the gun to reload it. your gaze follows his movements, as always, he can feel it too.

it’s a little maddening, always driving him off the focus.

the instructions are clear— he’s supposed to protect you, always staying at an arm distance on the lookout for danger. although, there is someone that keeps gravitating him towards you.

“i will be,” he sighs, hair falling over his face. and your heart almost skips a beat when he runs his hand through his silky locks, exposing the very forehead that you wish to kiss every night. “you don’t have to worry,”

“please?” you’re playing coy. he can hear it in the way you say that word, honeyed and hypnotising, rolling off your tongue so perfectly.

he avoids looking at your face that he sees in his dreams. “no—”

“please, hoonie,”

and it’s annoying. not you, the name, the way his mind stops working for a few seconds when you call him that. he hates how you can practically crack his composure with a few sweet words and a bat of your pretty, doe eyes.

he only takes orders from you but much to his surprise, you always request. pouty lips and glassy eyes that are full of hope, you’re pouring your heart out. you request for a midnight escape and he obliges with a sigh.

sunghoon thinks if you ever requested him to take his own life, he would gladly do it for you.

“okay,” he surrenders to you, as always. “come here,”

he notices how your steps are laced with happiness, the way your eyes gleam at the sight of the firearms— or maybe his arms when he takes off his jacket and slips it over you.

your skin feels like a feather against his finger tips when he fixes your safety glasses. you hold your hair up to tie it in a ponytail and he can hardly think straight at the sight of your nape.

you shuffle through your pocket for a scrunchie and he waits and waits, before finally reaching out to hold your hair. “let me,”

every touch of his fingers against your skin ignites a silver of desire in him, he almost forgets he is on a payroll. he runs his fingers between the strands, getting them in a perfect ponytail before securing it with the spare hair tie that he always wears on his wrist, unbeknownst to you.

he can see how your face is heating up because of shyness, and how you whisper to him so dreamily when he is done. “thanks,”

he takes in the way you pick up the gun, noticing the slight tremor in your hands. first times are always nerve racking. good for you, sunghoon believes in hands on teaching.

with a swift move, he is standing behind you with arms around you to adjust your grip— slow, deliberate.

you’re going to get him fired.

“stand straight,” his hand is on your back, helping you straighten up, and then he ghosts up your waist to tuck your jaw up with the utmost tenderness. “chin up,”

sunghoon doesn’t think you’re half as nervous as he is. one arm distance? that’s long out of the room— he can barely think before his hand supports yours from behind, his handsome face right next to yours.

and you’re bad at hiding, always been, because he can see through you. every shiver, every hitch in your breath, every heart beat— thump, thump, thump— right against his chest.

he wonders if you realise his heart is beating in synchrony with yours.

“finger off the trigger until you’re ready,” he warns softly, helping you align the trajectory with the target. “and don’t fight the recoil,”

and you nod cautiously, afraid that one wrong move and your lips would be in his, although you would hardly complain. “you can let me go,”

“i’d rather not. you’re trembling,” his hold only tightens and you shout internally. as if it isn’t because of you! maybe, you should say it to his face sometime, maybe now, but then he guides your index finger to load the gun, soft, slow, gentle.

he might be writing his own death statement right now.

“focus on the target. if someone points at you, look them in the eye,” a subtle nod, your finger asserts over the trigger, and he whips his head towards you. “not yet, breathe,”

the air gets knocked out of your chest.

it’s what he does— protecting you while killing you slowly, drowning while telling you to swim, getting closer while pushing you away— it’s not his job. it’s simply what he is good at.

his hot breath caresses against your ear and a rush of adrenaline follows. a pause, he mumbles. “go,”

you fire. a miss.

there’s silence after the loud bang. it’s heavy, you can feel it, definitely not from you missing the target. you lower your hand, a step almost away from him, but sunghoon has always been quicker.

he holds you from behind again, supporting your arm. he’s closer, less tense, crazier, devoted. “let me show you again,”

[allforricciardioxx]

Could you please make an Social Media AU with Lando when you’re Bradley Coopers daughter and been friends with Lando for a long time and you’re fathers wedding with Gigi comes up you ask him if he wants to be you’re plus one. As pictures of the event get public and the fact that you and Lando went together gets public the whole F1 world and Internet is freaking out as many wondered why he was seen in Philadelphia a few days before the wedding and people can’t help but wonder if you’re just good friends or more and comment how good you two look together. Much Love.❤️

thank you so much for this ask !! i added a little extra to it hope you like <3

plus one - lando norris x cooper!reader smau

faceclaims : random girls off pinterest

y/ncooper

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barcelona you will always have my heart xx also my doofus of a best friend got a podium this weekend 🧡

lando thanks for the support i guess🙄

⤷ y/ncooper you're welcome but next time maybe try to get p1

oscarpiastri i got p1 or did you forget 🤔😔

⤷ y/ncooper oh i didn't forget x

⤷ oscarpiastri oh.

⤷ y/ncooper congrats osc you make me so proud !! 🎊

⤷ oscarpiastri 😊

⤷ y/ncooper next time could you let lando win ???

⤷ oscarpiastri 👎

⤷ y/ncooper oh. it was worth a shot i guess 😊

gigihadid i can't wait to see you pretty xx 🩷

⤷ y/ncooper i can't wait to see you mamacita 😏

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texts between lando and y/n

f1gossip

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lando norris was spotted in philadelphia today, following his podium in barcelona on sunday. fans speculate that his presence in phildelphia is in regards to a future collab or a new relationship.

let us know your thoughts in the comments below ↓↓

user1 the fact he's already left spain is a bit crazy but pop off i guess

user2 hopefully it's a collab and not a relationship cause he's finally thriving

user3 personal opinion but i would love for lando and y/n cooper to date, i feel like they have such good chemistry !!

⤷ user4 yeah, no! lando should really stay away from that attention seeker. he drives better when she's not at his races.

⤷ user5 he literally got p2 in barcelona, y/n was at said race. and also y/n is the daughter of bradley cooper. i doubt she's friends with lando for attention !!!

⤷ user3 anyways i am hoping for them to eventually date

y/ncooper

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today my dad married the woman of my dreams 😔 but anyways i am so immensely happy that i got to witness the love between my 'parents' 🤗🤍 also i got to have cocktails with bella and kenny j (pinch me i'm screaming)🍸🪩 and can we have a moment of appreciation for my dress 🤩😗

user2 girlie i hope you do realise we can see the last picture 🤔😏

⤷ user1 like we know it's lando !!

gigihadid i am forever grateful for getting to call you family 🤍

⤷ y/ncooper brb i'm sobbing rn 🥲😚

bellahadid next time you're in nyc we are getting cocktails !! 🖤

⤷ y/ncooper screaming without the s rn 😏😗💗

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user3 y/n and lando look so good together (like i predicted) 🥰😗

⤷ user4 i won't lie i did not like the idea of them together at first but honestly they are the hottest couple that might ever grace the paddock !! 🔥❤️‍🔥

user5 the last pic had me falling to my knees in target ❤️‍🔥 they look so unbelievably good together 🧎‍♀️🤤🤤

user6 if they dated the f1 fandom would all fall too their knees anytime lando and y/n were seen together cause holy smoly are they obscenely hot together 🔥🔥🔥🤤

user11 like y/n said "screaming without the s" over the last pic 🤤😏

texts between lando and y/n

lando has posted to their story

maxfewtrell has lando norizz finally secured a girlfriend 😏

⤷ lando hahaha something like that mate

oscarpiastri does this mean i no longer have to hear you moan and groan about her not seeing you as more than a friend !

⤷ lando you don't even know who it is 🤔

⤷ oscarpiastri it's y/n isn't it ?

⤷ lando ....

y/ncooper wow you're really great at keeping things lowkey !! (not)

⤷ lando what? i finally have the woman of my dreams might as well show her off 🤤🤤😍

⤷ y/ncooper you flatter me 😙 also never use that drooling emoji again !!

⤷ lando 🫡

thank you so much again for the request hopefully it was exactly who you wanted it , also let me know if you want a part 2 xx

kisses leah 𖹭.ᐟ

[lulualuana]

Just as Pretty, but Even Better

Manager Dad!Leon Kennedy x Model Daughter!Reader || MDNI!

synopsis: You're sure you're the reason your mom left, and for that you have to atone

content warnings: DEAD DOVE!, incest, subtly depressed reader, doting dad Leon (he's a sweetheart trust), drunk Leon, just a little bit of kissing, plot no porn

word count: 1288

notes: came to me in a dream (not really), the pic is hot but this is made with DI leon in mind

enjoy?

For as long as you could remember, You'd always been told you looked like your mom. Whenever you met distant family or old family friends the first thing they would say was "wow, you're the spitting image of your mother when she was younger!" and you took it in strides.

You'd seen the pictures of your mother in her early twenties. She was stunning, clearly model material. From what you've heard from your dad, Leon, she was going to be a model. It was her dream. And then she got pregnant with you.

She loved you, she told you so herself at a very young age, but that would never truly get rid of the fact that you were the one thing that crushed her dreams. You figured as much when one day, she said she loved you and that it wasn't your fault, before walking out the door forever.

You wanted to believe her words, and you did for a while when you were younger. But thinking about it, why would she explicitly say that it wasn't your fault right before leaving? Once you grew older, you came to realize that she probably meant the opposite. It was your fault. You were the reason she never got to chase her dreams, you were the reason she always looked like there was a part of her missing when she stayed home to take care of you, you were the reason she left.

So with your faults, you did right by her. You became a model, vowing to be what she never could because of you. It was the right thing to do. Using the beauty she gave you to make her dreams come true. If she couldn't be a model, this was the next best thing. Maybe.. maybe it would even bring her home one day.

To say Leon was surprised when you suddenly wanted to be a model would be an understatement. For as long as he could remember, you wanted to be a journalist or a scientist, to make a change or whatnot. But a model? He couldn't necessarily say no. If it was really what you wanted, he would support you. Even offered to be your manager. He was the only person left in your life who cared enough to do it.

You did well with him as your manager. Granted, it took a few years to really get up on your feet, but you did eventually. By the ripe age of 22, you had well over a few gigs. You were being sought out by different agencies, one even hinting at a deal with a makeup brand if you said yes. It was all so surreal, and while you couldn't be happier, there was still something missing. It was why, as much as Leon wanted to celebrate the joyous news, you couldn't bring yourself to enjoy it as much as you should. But Leon enjoyed it for you.

He went all out for you, cooking up your favorite foods, renting out your favorite movies, breaking out the expensive liquors. Only the best for his daughter, and for him, who helped you get there. He took that mentality and ran with it, indulging himself in maybe one too many drinks, all in good faith. He deserved to celebrate this as much as you did, right?

By the end of the night he was no less than plastered, an arm slung over your shoulder to hold you close while his other hand kept his mouth steady full with more liquor than he really needed at this point. His words were slurred, carried on alcohol-scented breaths and accompanied by lazy smiles and hazy gazes.

"Cheers, to my sweet girl making her way up in the modeling world!" He rejoiced (for the fourth time that hour), emptying his glass with one hefty and concerning swig and smiling at you wider. He pulled you closer, bumping his head against yours to nuzzle against you as his hold on his glass slipped, sighing blissfully. "'m so proud of you, baby. You make me sooooo proud. My pretty girl. Prettiest model in the world."

He's a little hard to understand, but his sentiments are sweet nonetheless. Nice to know someone is proud of you even if you feel a little hollow. Before you can spiral further down your empty and depressing thoughts about how your mom would’ve congratulated you, you're pulled out of it when Leon presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek, cooing seemingly to himself. 

"So pretty..." He murmurs, rubbing his stubbled cheek against your own, his eyes shut most likely without him even realizing it. "Just like your momma.." The words make you tense a little, expression twitching and frown forming on your lips. It's not like Leon's never said it to you before, but it was a lot more of a rare statement after she had walked out on you both. As if comparing you to her was forbidden, and it should've been.

"God... i miss your momma," he continued, much to your dismay. "Been so alone without her... but I have you now, don't I?" You're not entirely sure how to answer that, or if your answer would change anything anyways. "Sure, dad," you sigh quietly, hoping that'll appease him long enough for the alcohol to do its work and drift him off to sleep. No such luck.

"You'll always be here, won't you baby? My sweet girl will never leave." At this point, his nuzzling is incessant and a little harder, sure to leave you with a decent patch of beard burn. Not really ideal for a model. Before you can complain and mention your photoshoot coming up, he stops, instead turning his head to slot his lips against your.

You don't move for a very long moment, not entirely sure that the moment is real. Maybe it was a dream. No, that would mean you're dreaming about kissing your dad, and you're sure you would never do that. You're also sure that the very pungent and bitter taste of whiskey on your tongue is very real. Too real. Too wrong, right?

You're quick to pull away once you realize what's going on, and Leon practically whines in response, peppering kisses on your cheek instead as he continues to hold you nice and close. Like he needs it, needs you. "You won't leave me like your momma did, will you? No, 'cause you're better. Better than your momma. My good girl." His words are punctuated by him kissing you once more, sloppy and with that same pungent taste, but for some reason, there's something about it that doesn't repulse you as much as it should. You’re sure you should feel sick, but you're stuck more in your own thoughts than on the fact that he's kissing you to feel it. 

A realization hits you because of Leon's slurred words. That empty feeling doesn't quite feel the same, that dreaded part of you that dwelled on your mom's last words to you feels so much lighter. You felt... content. You achieved your mom's dreams, lived up to the expectations you thought she would've probably had for you, and even made your dad happy in the process.

You did right by her. You were a better her, your dad said so himself. One that wouldn't leave her husband and child alone, that wouldn't leave her child with the guilt of being at fault for the life she led. You were just as pretty, and even better than your momma. So when you find yourself kissing Leon back, the only thought in your mind is that you have to act like a better her, even like this.

It would only be right. 

[lcvejjoong]

delivered

pairing : ghost! boyfriend! yeosang x fem! reader

synopsis : After losing him, you keep texting his number, never expecting a reply. Then one night, you get one.

genre : angst, grief, memory

warnings : surreal messaging

author’s note : more angsty oneshots 🥲

word count : 1.3k

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Yeosang was your everything.

Not in the dramatic, head-over-heels kind of way.

He was your everything in small ways. The subtle ones.

The way he always tapped twice when he knocked, like a secret code only you knew.

The way he remembered exactly how you liked your coffee — one sugar, oat milk, and only half full so it wouldn’t spill on your trembling bus rides.

The way he would hum under his breath when he was nervous and didn’t know how to say what he meant.

You loved those parts of him more than he ever realized.

And now, you’d give anything to hear one more knock. To hold one more coffee. To hear him hum off-key next to you again.

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You fought the day before Yeosang died.

You can’t remember what it was about. Something stupid, probably. 

He had been distracted. 

You were tired. 

And when he didn’t text you back for three hours, it sent you spiraling. 

You snapped. He snapped. Silence followed.

You told yourself you’d cool off. You’d text him in the morning. You’d both laugh about it later.

But morning never came.

Not for him.

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They told you it was instant.

A drunk driver.

Red light.

No time to react.

They said he probably didn’t feel anything.

You want to believe that. You do.

But it doesn’t stop you from lying awake every night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if Yeosang’s last thoughts were of you. 

If he knew you were still angry. If he felt regret. 

Or pain. Or if he was scared.

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You tried going to his grave once.

You stood there, hands stuffed in your pockets, staring down at the headstone etched with his name — so sharp, so final. The flowers were fresh, but they wilted fast in the sun. You watched one petal fall and thought, That’s what it felt like. Losing him. Fast, soft, and gone before you could catch it.

You lasted twelve minutes.

You haven’t gone back.

But you kept his number.

Everyone told you to let go.

Delete it. Move on. Stop reopening wounds that will never heal.

But what they don’t understand is that the wound isn’t something you reopen.

It’s something you live inside.

So you text him. Still. Almost every day.

Sometimes short things:

“The clouds looked like waves today. You always said they reminded you of oceans we’d never visit.”

Sometimes longer:

“I couldn’t focus at work today. My boss said something about unfinished endings and my throat closed up. I still think about how I never said I was sorry. You were just… gone. Before I could make it right.”

You never expect a reply.

You just need the space to say something — to still say something — to him.

The messages always say Delivered.

You know it’s a lie.

Until one night, it isn’t.

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It’s late.

You’ve just sent something simple.

“Had a dream about you. You were wearing that blue hoodie I hated. I didn’t tell you. I just watched you smile.”

That hoodie. It was ugly. Bright royal blue, oversized, and pilling at the sleeves. You used to make fun of it every time he wore it.

He’d pull it tighter around him dramatically and say, “This is my emotional support hoodie, thank you very much.”

But he wore it every time he picked you up for late-night drives.

You remember one night clearly — sitting in his car, your knees tucked to your chest, music playing low. He had that hoodie on, one hand on the wheel, the other resting over yours.

“I don’t know why, but I always feel like I can breathe better when you’re here,” Yeosang said.

You didn’t say anything. You just held his hand tighter.

You set your phone down.

But then — it buzzes.

You blink. Pick it up.

New Message — Sangie.

Your pulse stutters.

You open the chat.

“Me too.”

You feel like the air is knocked from your lungs.

You type, hands shaking:

“Who is this?”

There’s a pause.

Then the typing bubble appears.

“You know who I am.”

Your throat tightens.

Because he used to say that — when you doubted him, when you asked if he really loved you, when you wondered if he’d stay.

He’d smile gently, brush his thumb over your cheek, and whisper, “You know who I am.”

You remember the first time he said it — the night you told him you were scared he’d leave. Everyone did. That’s just how your life had been.

And he looked at you, so serious, so soft, and said, “I’m not going anywhere. You know who I am.”

You believed him.

Back then, you didn’t know what a lie sounded like.

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You don’t sleep that night.

But the next night, you text again.

“If it’s really you… what do you remember?”

The reply comes fast.

“Your voice. The rain. The way you looked away when you cried.”

Your stomach twists.

Because he used to say that too. That you always turned your face away when your tears came.

“Let me see you,” he’d whisper, brushing your cheek. “Don’t hide the part of you that feels. That’s my favorite part.”

You remember crying on his chest in the stairwell at school — after a rough day, when everything felt too loud and heavy. He didn’t ask questions. Just held you, his chin resting on your head, murmuring nonsense until you were okay again.

No one else knew that.

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The texts keep coming. Slowly. Not daily. But when you need them most.

Sometimes, Yeosang replies to things you don’t even remember saying.

You don’t question it.

One night, you type:

“I miss you.”

You hesitate. Then hit send.

The reply comes after a few heartbeats:

“I never left.”

You crumble.

You curl into your bed, clutch your phone to your chest, and sob until you can’t breathe.

You remember the last time he hugged you.

You were standing outside the train station. He was wearing that stupid blue hoodie. His hands were cold, but he wrapped them around you anyway.

“See you tomorrow,” he said.

You rolled your eyes.

“You always say that.”

“Because I always mean it.”

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One night, you ask the question that’s haunted you for months:

“Were you scared?”

This time, he takes longer.

You sit in the dark, screen glowing.

Then:

“Yes. But not because of the crash.”

You inhale sharply.

“Then what were you scared of?”

The reply comes slower this time.

“That I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

Your eyes sting.

“Then say it now.”

You wait.

And wait.

No response.

You fall asleep with your phone in your hand.

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In the morning, there’s one message waiting.

“Goodbye.”

You don’t reply.

Not because you don’t want to.

But because for the first time in so long, it feels like something settled inside your chest.

Like closure, even if it’s not the kind you ever asked for.

You still check the thread sometimes.

No more replies come.

One afternoon, you call the number.

It rings once. Then:

“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”

You don’t cry.

You just sit still.

And remember the way Yeosang used to lean into you on the train when he was sleepy. 

The way his fingers always found yours like magnets. 

The way he laughed — head tilted back, eyes shut, completely unbothered by the world.

You remember.

And it hurts.

But it also heals.

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You didn’t know if it was really him.

If grief gave your heart a voice.

If the dead can speak through cracked screens and open wounds.

Or if maybe… just maybe… love finds a way.

But for a little while,

he felt close again.

Close enough to remember.

Close enough to say goodbye.

And maybe — just maybe — that’s enough.

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© lcvejjoong, 2025

[regretsmadewithlove]

Uhhh rambles on all of the pre 3.4 update trailers, and my own predictions



Phainon’s future & his support system

I may be coping, but honestly? I would be surprised if Phainon turns out to become a lord ravager by the end of his story.

Lygus is trying to get Phainon to turn to destruction, but Phainon’s entire support system is kind of antithetical to that.

Like, it’s actually really cool to me. Look at the people closest to him! (and the journeys they’ve gone on and lessons imparted on Phainon.)

Mydei’s story is about refusing to perpetuate a bloody legacy further. It’s about having strength, but also having care for your people and knowing when to use either. It’s about knowing that continued violence won’t be a better future for them, no matter their beliefs.

Castorice is all about her kindness. She’s about having the power to kill people with *ease*, but she prioritizes her kindness and pacifistic nature. When given the opportunity to save a life, she did anything to take it.

Hyacine saw humans be vile. She saw humans ruin each other and said; I’ll put myself beyond that and save them regardless. There’s hope for humanity beyond their ugly parts and I’ll keep up the sky for them no matter what they do.

Phainon was witness to all of these stories. They may not have been the lessons/conclusions he drew himself (they weren’t his stories after all) but I can’t imagine seeing the values of his closest on display doesn’t impact him.

Then, his teachers, and what they encourage in him most;

Aglaea saw the charisma that came with Phainon’s good-hearted nature, and exemplified his humanity in contrast to her own to inspire people to follow him.

I think Aglaea is in large part the queen of encouraging self sacrifice, too. Tribbie emphasizes that by her own experiences as well (insofar the prophecy doesn’t already put that duty on people).

And the best example, I think, is Anaxa. Anaxa teaches him: defy the gods, defy fate. Always argue against what’s imposed on you and self-realize what you want to happen. (I think I saw someone on twitter talk abt it being Anaxa showing up in his little wheat field to ask ‘what is your dream?’. I can’t imagine the answer is ‘destruction for the universe’)

After all of them, Lygus expects Phainon to turn him into being (at the very least) ok w destroying countless worlds—- after millions of lives living among these people imparting these values on him.

If the flamechase is about collecting all of the efforts of Amphoreus of stopping their own demise and channeling it into the one person left remaining… I can’t see a way that Phainon, *the* worldbearing guy, refuses to live up on all their efforts and values no matter how many tries it takes.

Like, Congrats Lygus! You sent the most good hearted person on a time loop which keeps reinforcing his ideals by virtue of the people close to him. But uhhhhhh… yeah maybe 33550336 cycles is enough to beat that hope out of him. (and I would NOT blame him. Poor man.)

Either the end of the story is a victory for Amphoreus for all their efforts in their own time and that which they’ve imparted to the worldbearer over all the loops. Or it’s a tragedy, in which, despite everything, it simply wasn’t enough to stand against such a harsh fate and the workings of the destruction.

But then there’s still the matter of the astral express.

I can’t help but think that the relation between Phainon and the TB enforces this idea of refusing to embrace destruction. He’s surrounded by people who do what they think is best regardless of what others may believe, he heard abt an immovable fate (also is trapped in plans for him he doesn’t know about), turned to the outsider coming in and asked “hey, I know you’re good at breaking rules. Can you break fate for us?”

In which case, I think it’s really really cute if the end logo for his trailer is kind of a reflection for that? Probably grasping, but a cute coincidence if anything. (Im assigning it meaning. Take it from my cold dead hands.)

Anyhow, if the arrival of the TBer is the 33550336th loop, and he’s destroyed every version of Amphoreus before arriving to the next, maybe it’s about time he takes a page from Mydei’s book and stops that cycle of violence?

(Also I’d be sad if all of the stories of the other Amphoreans get a little trivialized by “oh but they die, and their efforts were for nothing. No matter what they did, the effort that mattered the most was that of Phainon, and they couldn’t convince the worldbearer to keep bearing it for them.” Like.. yeah. Kind of the point of a tragedy, but a girl can dream for the opposite to come true)

(Also, also, HSR seems to have a propensity for happy endings in their main storylines so far. Let’s hope the plan for Amphoreus isn’t a grand tragedy.)

I’m sure I had more arguments, but I can’t think of them now. What do you guys think will happen w all the Lygus, Phainon, destruction, erudition, ravagers stuff? I would love to chat abt all things HSR

[t-u-i-t-c]

Episode 19 Thoughts/Rambles

I think there's quite a bit to say about Kuon in this episode. The fact that he's becoming more fearful and more aggressive can tell us a lot about the possible circumstances surrounding him and his marking. Firstly, he is more aggressive in the way he fights and approaches others. It feels less about winning and more about getting a point across. It especially feels this way when he makes remarks during the battle against White Burn where he thinks their efforts are useless and he gets angry over being defied again. He's more expressive than he was when he piloted Tega June, less calm, and you can feel the fear and anxiety coursing through him.

It's quite obvious that Kuon's mark is not something he wants others to know about, whether that be through a fear of seeming weak or vulnerable or both, it's anyone's guess. It seems that time has a hold on Kuon and it's becoming more and more clear to him as time passes. I think the way he talks about Mashiro's insinuation that Kuon has hope in Hoeru that is bringing about suffering is a key point, though not something I can expand upon too much beyond what I've talked about in previous posts. I'm hoping this idea will be expanded upon in the future, as it does hit a nerve with Kuon here and Hoeru being his hope is something mentioned before that I think could be explored further.

Kuon's emotions and actions have always been conflicting, one moment he cares deeply and the next there's no care to be found. Everything feels dependent on a loss of control, something I talked about in depth here. With this episode it seems that Kuon is trying to make a point about Hoeru being at fault and it feels like Kuon holds some anger over Hoeru being able to live normally. It seems like he wants to keep reminding Hoeru of his pain so that he can burn in this idea that Hoeru cannot heal and be normal. In episode 8, Kuon outright says that Hoeru has lost too much too many times, and so he cannot be normal and will be damaged for life, but in this episode Hoeru says no matter how many times he loses he'll keep going. He's not listening to Kuon and he will continue to defy him bc he is Hoeru and he will choose his own path. He doesn't need Kuon to define who he is and he has to move forward. He can live normally and he can have a life worth living, but he needs to decide for himself what his dream will be. For Hoeru, it's about seeking independence and a sense of self.

Hoeru has friends, though he may not call them that at times it is clear that they care for him (I talked about this here) and I think this shows a lot in small things, such as Ryugi approaching Hoeru about his complicated family situation, Sumino helping Hoeru get work, Kinjiro wanting to get Hoeru a gift after moving in, Rikuo putting his all into getting them to finish the three-legged race first, and them trying to help him on his date. Even with Mashiro the care feels like it is blossoming as he reassures Hoeru that Mine is smiling down on him. Hoeru is surrounded by a support system, though it was built on a rivalry and they are still fighting, the care is still there. Hoeru has something that Kuon doesn't and it angers him. He wants to break it apart, that's why he tells them to stay away from Hoeru and tries to take them out and turn Hoeru on them. There's a part of him that detests that Hoeru can have people that love him and the fact that he cannot just erase this fact just makes it worse.

There's this sense of blame and anger but also a sense of shame that lingers over Kuon every step of the way. He's like this thanks to Hoeru and Hoeru cannot save anyone, but at the same time Hoeru's naive and innocent. He's an angel, but if he's capable of flying than he is also capable of falling. I do wonder if Kuon thinks that Hoeru finding a wish will bring him down, as he sees wishes as chains. I wonder if he's trying to prevent Hoeru from finding his wish and in turn "falling from grace". Though I also feel it's hard to say anything is a sure thing when it comes to Kuon.

I think that a lot of Kuon's anger is toward himself, as I previously explained, however I also feel that Hoeru's ability to become stronger and find value in wishes and have this drive to keep going is upsetting. It's a reminder of who Kuon cannot be and it's creating more and more distance between them. It's as if Kuon wants to destroy Hoeru and his ambitions, but every time he thinks he can hurt him Hoeru comes out stronger. But it also feels as though some part of him has hope for Hoeru, though it doesn't seem to be in the Hoeru that is, but in a Hoeru that Kuon wishes to create, but then again with Kuon's conflicting feelings it would not be strange if these feelings of hope are something else entirely or if he is unwilling to admit these feelings can even exist.

Kuon's fate feels sealed, but it doesn't stop him from wanting some form of control. I think that as Hoeru gets further it gets worse and it is not helped that he recently disappointed Tega June. Having not seen much of him since the world was almost rewritten and the possibility of him having kept Hoeru's ring safe, there is still a lot to uncover about who Kuon is and wants to be, and what his real goals are in the grand-scheme.

[See here for further/previous Hoeru thoughts and here for Kuon]

[bullet-prooflove]

"It's not the long, flowing dress that you're in Or the light coming off of your skin" for Tim and Lucky please ❤️

Tagging: @kmc1989 @elenavampire21 @floralfloyd @lamaudite @witchygagirl

Summary: Tim sees you for the first time stateside.

Companion piece to:

Lucky - Tim's assignment doesn't go to plan.

Stars - Tim's not like the other guys.

Out On That Ledge - Tim's there to pull you back when you are out on that ledge.

Chocolate - Tim saves the last bar for you while you're off base.

The Good Book - Tim makes you a promise you don't think he can keep.

Sharpnel - You make sure Tim has a piece of you when he's airlifted to Germany for surgery.

Germany - You and Tim spend some time together during a three hour lay over in Germany.

Getting Out - Tim's forced participation in an event leads you both to discuss your careers in the military.

Checkmate - You make sure Tim never has to go through that again.

Prequel to:

The House On The Quarter - Tim realises that time's run out on a dream of yours.

Bad Timing - You and Tim have always had a case of bad timing.

Straight From The Heart - Tim speaks from the heart during a late night phone call.

Missed Call - Tim's world crumbles when he listens to your voicemail.

Stars Align - Things start to go wrong just as Tim and yours stars align.

A Ramblin’ Man - Tim makes you a promise about the future.

A Patient Man - Tim awaits news on your condition.

Wait And See - Tim gets creative when it comes to your recovery.

Breaking Point - You and Tim get to a breaking point after you reveal your deal has been pulled due to the shooting.

The Sofa (NSFW) - Tim finds a unique way to win his side of the argument.

You’ve been together a year by the time Tim takes you on your first date. The stuff you got up to in Iraq doesn’t really count since it all of took place inside a compound where he couldn’t hold your hand, couldn’t touch you out in the open for fear of recrimination.

Back stateside he wants to you that he’s invested in your relationship, that the way he feels for you transcends the boundaries of a war zone, which is why he buys tickets to that bluegrass festival in New Orleans, where you’ve set up residence now that you’ve left the military.

When he pulls up outside your house he’s nervous. It’s his first time in New Orleans and he’s just come straight from base four hours away to make it here tonight. That’s how badly he wants to see you, to make this work despite the fact you’re in two different places right now.

He can’t get over how stunning you look sitting on that porch. You’re wearing a cornflower blue maxi dress that brings out the hues in your eyes and your hair tumbles over your shoulders in waves making you look younger, more carefree.

This is the first time he’s seen you in civvies, and version of you, the real you, it’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts.

Absolutely nothing has changed in your time apart, not for him and not for you. He can tell by your smile as you raise to your feet, hurrying down the path towards him. He meets you half way, gathering you up in his arms as you pepper his face with dozens of tiny kisses, each one a little ray of sunshine dancing across his skin.

“Oh Lucky girl.” He murmurs, his hands threading through you hair, tipping your gaze up to meet his. “The two of us, we’re gonna have some fun tonight.”

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[bradleybeachbabe]

I visit your inbox with a humble request (lol): The warfare men having cute ice cream dates with their respective partners. They can go out, they can stay home, the ice cream date can occur after an argument (used as a way to make up), one of the men could meet their future partner after bumping into them by accident on the beach, making them drop their ice cream and then buying them another one to replace it, etc.

Or whatever you want 😆

Ice Cream | Warfare x Fem!Reader

warnings: none, just fluff!

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: you have no idea how much i love this request! also if you want me to ever expand on any of these blurbs, i’ll be happy to! also, i do mention downtown san diego in this since i have done research that navy seals are stationed at the naval amphibious base which is on coronado island, in san diego. also, another thing is that i mention a phone, but to be more specific it’s a flip phone. lastly, i wanna say thanks to @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me!🫶🏻

© bradleybeachbabe , do not steal or translate my work

Erik: You recently told Erik that you got the job position that you always wanted. He was beyond happy for you. He knew how much you wanted the job position, so you getting it meant so much to him. Since you got the job position, Erik wanted to celebrate. So, you and him went out for ice cream.

“I still can’t believe that I got the job position. I feel like I'm dreaming, and I didn't get it, but I did,” you said excitedly after you took a bite of your ice cream.

“I'm so proud of you, baby. You deserve it so much.”

You smiled at what Erik said. It made you so happy that your boyfriend was so proud of you. He has been your number one supporter through everything.

“Thank you, baby. That means a lot to me.”

You and Erik continued eating the ice cream that you two got and just enjoyed each other’s company and talked about whatever came across your guy's minds, and more about your job position and when you officially start the job. The two of you couldn’t ask for a better moment than this.

Tommy: Tommy got done with some training late. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. And he felt bad about it since he promised that he would be home around six. But now, it’s a little past nine, and he’s finally heading back home to you. He knew that you were gonna be upset about him coming home sorta late, so he thought that he would stop by the store to buy some ice cream to make it up to you.

Tommy bought your favorite flavor of ice cream and exited the store and headed back to his car.

When Tommy arrived back at your shared apartment, he was hoping that you were still awake. He didn't want you to go to bed upset since he got home later than he expected. Luckily though, when he walked into the apartment, he saw that you were fully awake, and you were loading the dishwasher with dirty dishes.

“Here let me finish it up,” Tommy said as he came up behind you.

You just decided to give in and have Tommy finish up the rest.

“I'm sorry that the training exercise went longer than I expected,” Tommy said as he bent over to put a dirty plate into the dishwasher. “Also I know that you’re probably upset about that since I promised I would be home around six, so I bought your favorite ice cream on the way home from work,” he said as he stood back upright. “I hope that makes you feel a little bit better about the situation.”

You couldn’t really stay upset at Tommy. It wasn't his fault that he had to stay longer at base for work. Things happen. You nodded your head, “It does make me feel better. Plus, it’s not your fault that you had to stay longer for work,” you reassured him.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he closed the dishwasher after he put the last of the dirty dishes in. “Because I feel bad for breaking my promise to you.”

“Tommy,” you said as you placed both of your hands on each cheek of his. “Yes, I'm sure.”

He just nodded his head.

“So, about that ice cream you bought?” you signaled Tommy that you wanted some.

“I never thought you would have asked,” he smiled.

You and Tommy spent the rest of the night just eating ice cream and talking about how his training went. These are the moments that you and Tommy love the most. Ones that you’ll cherish forever.

Elliot: It was a simple understanding, that ended up in a small argument. Elliot didn’t mean it to happen, but sadly it did. The argument resulted in you getting upset, and Elliot beating himself over it. He never liked seeing you upset, so he thought he would make it up to you, by you two going out for ice cream.

“Am I still in the dog house with you or am I forgiven?” Elliot asked you as you two sat down at one of the tables that were outside of the ice cream shop.

You quietly laughed and looked down at your ice cream when you sat across from Elliot at the table. You looked back at him, “You are forgiven,” you said.

Elliot sighed in relief, “Good because I don't think I could have gone another minute without you talking to me.”

You thought what Elliot said was cute. If it was the other way around, you probably wouldn’t be able to go so long without talking to him. Granted, the small argument between you and Elliot, you are glad that he decided to make it up to you and apologize about it before you two went out to get ice cream.

Ray: You and Ray went out for dinner. You had dinner at a fancy steakhouse located in the downtown area of San Diego. The food was good and you two both enjoyed it. You two were both planning on going back to the restaurant eventually.

When you two exited the restaurant, you decided to walk down the streets of downtown. It wasn't too cold outside since it was early summer, so it was the perfect weather to walk.

While you two were walking, you saw an ice cream shop on the other side of the street.

“Let's go across the street and get ice cream,” you suggested to Ray.

“Okay,” he nodded his head.

You and Ray safely crossed the street. When you two stepped into the ice cream shop. There weren't so many people inside, which was surprising since it was a Saturday night, but that wasn’t a problem or anything like that.

You and Ray both were looking at all of the flavors. There were so many that you could choose from. You weren’t sure if you should go ahead and try a new flavor or get the same one that you always get when you go out for ice cream.

“Should I try a new flavor? Or just stick with what I usually get?” you asked Ray. You wanted his opinion since you couldn’t make up your mind.

“Try a new flavor,” he chose. “You can never go wrong with trying a new flavor.”

“What flavor should I get then?” you asked your boyfriend.

“You should try cake batter. I heard that it’s really good,” Ray suggested.

“Cake batter, it is.”

You ordered cake butter flavored while Ray decided to order strawberry cheesecake.

After Ray paid for yours and his ice cream. You two found a bench right outside of the ice cream shop, sat down, and enjoyed your ice cream and enjoyed being with each other. You couldn’t ask for a better way to end the night with your boyfriend.

Frank: “Let’s go out for ice cream,” you suggested. You two weren’t doing that much, besides just hanging around inside your shared apartment. Plus, you thought it would be a good thing to get out for a while. So, that’s what you and Frank did.

The ice cream shop was a very popular spot. It wasn’t too far from the base and from your shared apartment. Also, it’s a frequent space that you and Frank visit too.

“Did you get what you always get?” Frank asked you after he paid for yours and his ice cream.

“Of course I did. You can never go wrong with chocolate chip cookie dough,” you smiled. “What about you? Did you get what you usually get?”

“Nope,” Frank shook his head. “I decided to get coffee flavored instead.”

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, “How can you eat coffee flavored ice cream? I love coffee, but I can't picture myself eating it.”

Frank just shrugged his shoulders, “You’re missing out.”

“No, I don't think so,” you shook your head. Afterward, you couldn’t help but laugh at what you said. You love to bully Frank (in a loving way though.)

“You’re so funny, you know that,” he said to you.

“I know, but you love me,” you teased.

“You’re right about that,” Frank said proudly.

You smiled at Frank's response. Frank was never afraid to show his feelings how he feels about you, and that’s one of the many reasons why you love him.

Sam: Sam didn’t mean it to happen. He didn’t mean to accidentally bump into you and knock your ice cream out of your hands. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, and he took full responsibility for that.

“Oh my gosh. I'm very sorry. I should have been paying attention,” Sam said as he was helping you clean up the ice cream mess.

“No, you’re fine. Please don’t worry about it. I can always go back in and buy another one. It’s no problem,” you reassured him.

“No, please. Let me buy it for you," Sam offered.

“Are you sure?” you asked him.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

So, that’s what Sam did. He went back into the ice cream for you and bought you another one.

“Here you go,” Sam said as he walked out of the ice cream shop and handed a new cone of ice cream to you.

“Is there any way that I can return the favor? So then we can be even,” you asked when you took the ice cream from Sam.

“Maybe I could get your number? So then we can go out and get dinner, "Sam suggested without any hesitation in his voice.

When Sam said that, you felt butterflies form in your stomach. You couldn't believe that he wanted your number so then you could plan on going out to dinner with each other.

“Of course,” you happily accepted.

You and Sam both exchanged numbers.

“I'll see you sometime soon,” Sam said as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“See you sometime soon,” you smiled.

You and Sam parted ways. As you did, you had a huge smile on your face. You still can’t believe that you got asked out on a dinner date. You have a feeling that it’s gonna turn out right. And you can't wait to see Sam again. The same goes for him, he can't wait to see you again.

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[hoperese]

The Man Who Can't Be Moved LN4

After choosing to leave someone she cared about to chase personal growth, she finds herself in Monaco for work. While adjusting to the city's luxury and reflecting on her past, she unexpectedly spots Lando—the man she once left behind.

word count: 592

pairing: lando norris x reader

content: best friends to strangers to something

warning: contains themes of emotional distance, unresolved past relationships, longing, and bittersweet reflections. May evoke feelings of nostalgia or heartache.

rese notes: part 2 of multo is finally here! This will be a mini series

She didn’t mean to hurt him with what she did—she truly believed staying away was for the best. She couldn’t bear to see him like that; it felt as if she were holding herself back from chasing what she truly wanted. In that moment, she knew she had to step out of her comfort zone and explore—and so she did.

Now, she found herself walking around Monaco for business, assigned to a company she genuinely loved. The city was beautiful, elegant, and full of luxury, but it also made her feel out of place. She wondered what it must feel like to actually live surrounded by such extravagance. She had never been one to support luxury for the sake of status—especially knowing how quickly expensive items could be replaced, copied, and eventually labeled as cheap in the market. Her background in business made her cringe slightly at the thought.

She paused in front of a café, hoping to silence her spiraling thoughts. Stepping inside, she ordered a coffee and took a breath, letting the warm air and quiet buzz calm her mind.

She sat inside the café, quietly sipping her Spanish latte while working on her tablet. Every now and then, she'd glance out the window, lost in thought and simply admiring the view outside—until her eyes landed on someone.

She froze.

Her gaze followed him instinctively. It was him—Lando.

He was walking down the street, looking different, more mature. The years had clearly passed, and she hadn't seen or contacted him since then. Her breath hitched slightly as memories rushed in, uninvited yet vivid, blurring the line between past and present.

She didn’t call out to him. She didn’t chase after him.

She simply watched as he walked past, her eyes tracing his silhouette until it disappeared into the crowd. A quiet question lingered in her mind—Should I ring the bell between us again, or let it stay silent?

A part of her doubted they would ever reconnect. Too much time had passed, and things were different now.

She was focused on her work, building the career she had always dreamed of. And him…

He was already living his dream.

Later that night, in the small place she was staying, she sat in silence, staring at her old account. It had been inactive for years.

She glanced at her phone, debating with herself—Should I post something?

With a quiet breath, she tapped on a small folder titled Photography. A collection of memories, moments frozen in time.

She scrolled through them, her fingers hesitating before finally selecting a few pictures. After a moment of thought, she typed out a caption:

"Will always be here, watching you from the side."

And with one last pause, she hit post.

Lando was in his apartment, casually gaming with a few friends online. He let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, stretching from the long session.

Just then, his phone dinged.

He reached over to check it, not thinking much of it—until he saw the notification:

"[Her account name] has posted for the first time in a while."

He blinked. No way. Was he hallucinating?

It had been years since she last posted—radio silence since they drifted apart. Curiosity stirred in his chest as he tapped on the notification.

The post was a series of scenic photos, soft and thoughtful. But what stopped him cold was the caption:

"Will always be here, watching you from the side."

His eyes lingered on the last image—it was unmistakably Monaco.

His heart skipped. Could it be…?

[oceansquill]

I'm so fucking grateful for technodad bro

I think he is very aware of the power his son's name holds, and he uses it for good. Obviously, for raising money for the Sarcoma Foundation and the One of Us Fondation. But also, in more subtle ways.

Other than the obvious faking, the main criticism of Daquavis was the technoblade short. Instead of emphasizing it, or even just ignoring it and letting the hate fester on its own, Technodad seems to have talked with Daquavis and given him the ability to redeem himself. Both directly for the short by letting him help make a short for the technoblade channel and generally by endorsing/being involved with the duel.

He also used it to calm the tensions between the communities within the technoblade one. As far as I can tell, at least there the disparate parts of the community can peacefully coexist (with technodad's help). He is creating a space where people can be safe and are expected to be kind.

I'm just. so glad he's here.

[akkivee]

but on the topic of kuukou and jyushi both looking at themselves in the mirror, jyushi’s entire look was inspired by the singer in his favourite band. we don’t really have any proof of where hitoya’s aesthetic comes from, but ‘one and two and law’ has influence from elvis presley’s ‘blue suede shoes’ and his bike looks similar to elvis’s bike from the movie ‘roustabout’

so hear me out lmao. kuukou likes punk music. kuukou for some reason knows to play the guitar. arb’s quasi canon, yes, but shakku had an old rock band tee that he gifted hitoya at the end of the 📿1️⃣🎋 hinamatsuri event. kuukou’s aesthetic seems to blend his religion (his father’s influence) and a punk aesthetic he’s had as a child, what if mama kuukou was/is a punk musician herself—

[joyridingmp3]

had a weird first time ever experience tonight. my mum pulled me in for a huge, super tight hug and told me "everything's gonna be okay"

[anasbasilps]

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I'm Anas Basil, a recent high school graduate with dreams of pursuing a degree in e-business management and building a career. However, due to my family's financial hardships, I enrolled at Khan Younis Training College (KYTC), affiliated with UNRWA. Sadly, the war has turned the college, once a beacon of hope and education, into a shelter for displaced families, stripping it of its educational purpose.

I completed high school with a 93% average, filled with excitement about continuing my education and securing a job to support my family. But like so many others, the war has shattered those dreams.

My younger brother, Ahmad, is 14 years old and currently in the third grade of preparatory school. We’ve always called him "Doctor of the Future" because of his intelligence and natural talent in mathematics. Unfortunately, due to the ongoing war, he has been deprived of schooling for the second consecutive year. In addition to his academic abilities, Ahmad has a passion for football and used to win tournaments.

Our Life in Displacement: The war forced our family to flee to Rafah, where we lived in a tent for several months. Each day, my brother and I would wake up to fetch water, gather wood, and light a fire to prepare food. Survival became our daily task, but we never gave up hope. The conflict affected us deeply, but it did not extinguish our dreams of education and a better future.

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[hayanahed]

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

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Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

[nesmamomen]

I've lost the love of my life, and my fingers refuse to write the word “death” in connection with him. I am still in denial, grappling with the harsh truth that he is gone. Now, I live amidst the ruins of memories—everything around me serves as a reminder of him. He adored the sky and the sea, always fascinated by the stars. I once told him that I wished the roof of our future home could be made of glass, so we could gaze at the stars together, dreaming of our life ahead. But all of that is now shattered, forever lost since Israel took away the soul of the one I cherished most.

My life has become an empty void, devoid of any motivation to take a single step forward. I find no desire to cry, to eat, or even to exist. Each day is a relentless cycle, repeating itself, as I wait for the moment of my death. I often find myself lost in thoughts of how it might happen: will I die whole, or will my body be scattered, pieces of me consumed by stray dogs and cats?

➡️Now, my focus has shifted to my family and the desperate need to save them from this hell we call home. This is not just a plea; it is a campaign for survival.

Please, if you can, do not hesitate to donate and help us find safety. Every bit counts in this fight for our lives.

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when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, “hey, there you are, love.” his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghost—simon riley, the one person who’s kept every feeling locked up.

“simon, do you… do you remember anything?” you ask, testing the waters.

he blinks, looking at you with confidence. “of course, i remember. you’re my wife.”

you freeze. his wife? this is new, and you’re not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, “maybe just… go with it for now, eh?” he’s got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you there’s no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.

so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesn’t act confused—in fact, he’s more open with you than he’s ever been. suddenly, he’s holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you “love” or “darlin’” in front of everyone. he’s even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isn’t real.

the team’s amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when he’s away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listens—focused, attentive—feels more intimate than anything you’ve shared before.

one day, you’re patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like he’s memorizing every detail. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. it’s so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget it’s all just part of his memory loss.

then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. “do you ever think about us?” he asks softly, like he’s trying to get at something just out of reach. “how we’d be if things were… different?”

you’re not sure how to answer because there’s no script for this. “sometimes,” you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, you’re almost grateful he can’t remember—because maybe, just maybe, it’s the only reason he’s letting himself be this vulnerable with you.

as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than he’s letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like he’s in on the secret. and just when you’re starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.

“i know i’m supposed to remember,” he whispers, “but i don’t want this to end. not yet.”

it’s in that moment you realize the truth. he’s been aware all along—he’s been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.

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