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Fever 💊💔 

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Too late🍂

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OG R6 KISS SCENE!?!!!???????

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Cheer up......

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😇🤝😇 Happily ever after in the afterlife

I don’t feel so gud about this either 🤧

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ME AND WHO!?

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white hair isagi my beloved (you can hardly tell its him lowkey 💔)

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I always wonder about this scene

Till is pushing the hand that touch him but then realize it's Ivan and just let him be

It's either (oh it's Ivan then it's ok) or (oh shit it's Ivan there's no point fighting him anyway)

Which is it till

WHICH IS IT

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🎸🎶.

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quick highschool au ivantill comic

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Hello,

My name is Aya. I am reaching out from Gaza to seek your help in saving my family. I am raising funds to evacuate my family from war-torn Gaza. Every passing minute endangers our lives and increases our suffering, especially with the constant bombing and the lack of food and water supply. 😞😞 Please, extend a hand to save our souls and make the world hear our cry. 💔

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#217)✅️

Best regards,

Aya

https://gofund.me/4f615392

Hi guys, please consider donating or reblogging this person's posts. The war in gaza is causing hundreds of innocent people to die everyday. everyone is at risk.

Once again their gofund me is provided in the ask and in their profile. Please consider donating! even 5$ makes a huge difference!

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‏Dear friends 🫂 happy new year 🙏🙏❤💚🖤🤍🎄🎁🎁🎄I am Mohammed Ayyad, a resident of Gaza. I live in very difficult circumstances because of the war that the Gaza Strip is experiencing. Since the outbreak of the war on October 7, we have been displaced. Then the journey of suffering and separation began, as my children were separated and evacuated from our home without cover or clothes, and from here they became ill. What increased our fatigue was the continuous upbringing due to the different areas to which we were displaced. We were displaced 9 times, and this was very costly. The last time was on August 9 from Hamad City. In addition to that, we live in the winter season in a tent that does not exceed three meters, closed with nylon. It is similar to the atmosphere of strong winds that we have never experienced before. The weather is very cold. Overall, we are living difficult days that no human being can bear. We have no work because of the war and we do not have any kind of money. This is accompanied by a crazy and terrible increase in prices. Although the water is not suitable for drinking, this is the cause of many diseases. The last suffering is that we are outside Hamad without taking our belongings or tents. Now we are searching the ground in the streets and our children and the elderly are suffering. Therefore, we use direct donations, including what they can, or sharing the links completely so that people know our tragedy and pain. Remember that a small contribution can make a difference in the lives of many children who are dealing with their health condition. Leave their details and make them happy with your generous contribution.

Please check out Mohammed's story and consider in donations and reblogging across platforms. In this winter season, they have found it difficult to live under harsh weather. Read their story and help them in any way you can.

Here is their GoFundMe link: https://www.gofundme.com/f/r8kj4-help-me-get-food-water-and-medicine-for-my-little-kids?attribution_id=sl:0cbd8a90-e84e-40d6-ac2d-8e081e513022&utm_campaign=man_ss_icons&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

THANK YOU!!

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Hello! 👋

I hope you're doing well.

Could you please reblog this post on your account to help support my family?

I'm new to Tumblr and GoFundMe, and I truly need your help 🙏❤️.

Thank you so much 🌹

https://gofund.me/0aa4f932

Please let's support the people suffering in this genocide! Go and check out this person's page in order to help them. Please consider in donating in reblogging. You don't know how much of a difference it can make. Their GoFundMe link is in the ask box and I ask for your help on their behalf.

Thank you!!!

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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

What This Means to Us:

Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️

✅️ Vetted by ✅️

@gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #309 )✅️

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Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

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Hi everyone, please for the sake of other people in Gaza including this person. I encourage raising awareness about this matter and even more on donations.

Check out their page to help, thanks

Here is the Gofund me link if you'd like to donate to @mosabfmly: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-saving-whos-left-of-my-family?attribution_id=sl:4c86e07a-9415-4975-bb28-2fa2f8eb6212&utm_campaign=man_ss_icons&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

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˚୨୧⋆｡🍓˚ darry rings - are limited to one per lifetime, emphasizing that love should be exclusive and irreplaceable. true love verification ensures each customer can only buy one ring.

includes: itoshi sae! x reader. 0.9k wc. fluff hehe

you are unable to believe the outrageous actions of your boyfriend. this time, his doings were diabolical to the point of no return. “get out!”

you push itoshi sae out the door in a fit of frustration. his sigh is so loud, it feels like it’s echoing in your head, only making your irritation worse.

“this is my bedroom,” he deadpans, as if stating the obvious will reverse his sudden eviction. it doesn’t work. you’re already diving into the duvets with a determined scowl.

“what are you even doing?” he asks, his tone tipping into annoyance. he narrows his eyes when you march a little closer and throw his pillow into his arms.

“you’re sleeping on the couch,” you declare, voice firm, matching his now sour expression. “and actually, that pillow is way too nice. hand it back.”

he blinks, baffled, before the "too nice" pillow is snatched away and replaced with a sad, flat one that looks like it’s seen better days.

sae stares at the new pillow and then at you. this is so absurd, so far removed from the usual luxurious facade of his life, that the ever-composed itoshi sae actually laughs.

“you’re forgetting something,” he says suddenly, catching your wrist and pulling you closer.

“sae! let go!” you yelp, squirming in his grasp.

“are you seriously this upset over that cheap ring?” his tone is somewhere between exasperation and amusement, as if he should've expected such a reaction.

“it doesn’t matter if it was cheap; it was mine!” you hit his chest with a fist, glaring up at him. “and you hid it!”

“because i got you a better one,” he says, his eyebrows raising slightly, as if that explains everything.

“well, you could’ve just said that!” you huff, shoving his arm. “i was freaking out, thinking i lost it!”

"why do you even like that ring so much?" sae asks, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s debating whether this argument is even worth his energy.

"because you gave it to me in high school!" you snap back, arms crossing dramatically. "i've spent more time with that ring than with you!"

he freezes, the weight of your words sinking in. the usual sharpness in his expression softens, and for a moment, he just looks at you—really looks at you. his gaze lingers on you, quiet and heavy with a mixture of guilt and something unspoken.

it's true. he knows it. he knows just how many times he’s failed to be present for you, how many moments he’s missed, how many nights you’ve spent waiting for him to come back—both physically and emotionally. each time, each goodbye felt like he was leaving behind another piece of you. your glassy eyes were all he would remember during those long flights.

but that's exactly why he's been wanting to do this for a while. because, although he might not make it obvious, itoshi sae is more attentive than you think.

he reaches into his pocket. the movement catches your attention, and when he pulls out a small velvet box, your breath hitches.

“is that...” you begin to question, even though the answer is obvious.

he opens the box, revealing a sleek, elegant darry ring. it gleams under the soft light of the bedroom—intricate, expensive, but graceful instead of loud, the kind of thing only sae could choose.

“i didn’t hide your ring to be an ass,” he says, a rare gentleness lacing his tone. his firm hand captures yours and slides the perfectly fitted ring on your designated finger.

"i wanted you to have something better," he brings your jeweled hand to his lips, pressing a warm kiss. "something worthy of you."

"i wanted to sign my name to you."

you blink, your chest tightening, and before you know it, you're rushing forward to throw your arms around him in an impulsive, tight hug.

"you're an idiot, sae!" you voice, sound coming out teary-eyed.

a moment passes without either of you saying anything. he just holds you tighter, as if making up for every moment he couldn’t be there. then, he chuckles softly, a low, soft sound that fills the space between you.

you pull back just enough to frown up at him, your hands resting on his chest. "you're laughing?!"

sae, with that trademark smirk, tilts his head slightly. "do you like it?" his voice teasing but with that edge of sincerity you know so well.

you scoff, still holding on to his shirt, a little stunned. "are you seriously asking me that right now?" you mumble, though your heart is already swelling.

"i love it," you finally smile, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "i love it, sae."

he leans forward, the tug of his smile remaining. "yeah?" he inches closer, grabbing you, leaving no room for escape. "how much?"

"so much.." you manage to whisper against his lips before he fully dives in for a kiss.

his lips move gently against yours, tasting the words you just spoke, savoring your happiness. it’s soft and tender, and deliberately slow, as he prefers.

when he finally pulls back, you're left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. you glance up at him, suddenly shy, feeling a soft blush creeping on you.

"you're still sleeping on the couch," you point and smile, face full of mischief.

sae shrugs, his expression slipping into one of playful indifference. “fine. but you’re joining me.”

before you can even protest, he scoops you up effortlessly, your squeals of protest only providing him amusement as he holds you securely in his arms.

"okay, okay! you can sleep on the bed!"

a/n: me ignoring my 1k wc essay to write a 1k wc sae fic 👍🏼

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Catch A Wave! - Isagi is willing to fail at surfing if you're teaching him

cw: 0.1k words, gn!reader, Isagi pining like a fool, food mentions.

a/n: a little bit of fluff for @hobieist's 1k celebration event - congrats again bby!!

Despite being an athlete, Isagi Yoichi has never had good balance. In the heat of a game his maneuvering abilities are top-notch, but in any other context, so much as standing on one foot has him wobbling and grasping at nearby objects to keep him steady.

So, naturally, surfing presents a challenge for him. Maybe it’s the way the board bobs in the waves and leans from side to side with every shift of his weight. Or maybe it’s the person teaching him, guiding him through every motion from catching a wave to landing near shore. And really, can he be blamed for not focusing when you look so beautiful surrounded by the glistening sea?

It’s been an hour since your surfing "lesson" began, and the cold of the water was beginning to leech into his very bones.

“Hey, can we go in?” He asks, “It’s getting cold.”

Over the crashing waves he can hardly be heard, so you move closer and make him repeat himself. With a shaky voice, he does: “I’m a little cold, can we head in?”

Though in truth, he’s no longer so cold. A bump of your leg against his sent sparks rocketing through his nervous system, dissipating the water’s chill like mist. Every touch of yours did that — every innocuous brush of skin on skin to guide him through the motions of a new sport.

“Yeah, of course, do you want to ride in together?”

Together?! Isagi’s heart nearly stops in its tracks. “Together? Like, on the same board, together?”

“Yeah, just for fun! I can send you in on your own though if you’d prefer,” You say cheerfully. Your smile is enough to wipe away any doubt that remained in Isagi’s mind — maybe it would be fun to share a board.

“Oh, uh, sure,” He says, enthusiasm badly disguised under a nonchalant facade. “What do you want me to do?”

His eyes don’t leave you as you move to the back of the board, watching the approaching swells for an acceptable wave. “You’ll kneel about halfway down the board and I’ll get behind you, sound good? Don’t worry about paddling or anything, just hold the board. I’ll do the work.”

Though he’s using a beginner’s longboard, it’s not exactly long enough for two. For the short minute that you’re on the wave, you’ll be very close to him. Too close. Far too close. His heart can’t take it, not with the way he’s been yearning hopelessly for your affection.

“Here’s our wave!” You exclaim, and Isagi scrambles to get into position exactly where you told him to be. The wave came too soon for his liking. He wanted at least a few minutes to regret his decision before he actually had to face it.

The wave is underneath him suddenly, threatening his death grip on the board’s sides, his muscles screaming to hold balance as you pop up behind him and begin guiding the board towards the shore. 

“Come on Isagi, stand up!” You urge, and though the words you say are carried off by the wind, your enthusiasm stays, “I’ll make sure you don’t fall, promise.”

While it’s not the graceful, fluid pop-up that you attempted to teach him, Isagi makes it to his feet, arms stuck out haphazardly for balance. Your hand lands on his shoulder, squeezing proudly. He registers the touch, blinks, and suddenly he’s nearly landed on the shore. When you bail you drag him down with you, landing in the shallows with a splash. 

“Was that fun?” You ask as you extend a hand to pull him up.

He takes your hand eagerly, “Yeah, really fun.” It was far more than fun, though. It was the highlight of his day; the highlight of his week, even; a chance to feel the sunlike warmth of your smile; his best attempt at earning your favor and the special place in your heart reserved for a lover.

“Wanna get a snack? There’s a place just down the street with the best donuts.”

With every moment this was turning out more and more like a date. Not like he minded. 

One of Isagi’s worst habits is following people like a lost puppy. He’d go anywhere if you asked and led the way, and in this case, the path was from the beach to your car to the hole-in-the-wall donut shop that had apparently been running since the sixties. In his flustered state, he hardly had the chance to protest when you took his order and bought it for him, refusing to be paid back as you make your way back down toward the beach.

“How’d you know about this place?” He asks, taking a bite of the pillowy bread and sweet icing. “The storefront is so…. dingy.”

“It’s locally famous, I promise. Do I really have to introduce you to everything important around here?”

His voice starts before his thoughts do — “Yeah, please do.” The genuine excitement and curiosity in his tone make him want to slap himself for sounding like a fool, though he’d really love it if you showed him your favorite places. Maybe they could be his favorite places too.

The way you laugh makes him want to slap himself slightly less, and your smile momentarily deletes all his self-doubt. “I’ll have to make a list for you, then.”

Other than a nod he’s not really sure how to respond, and as you lead him through the quaint streets leading toward the beach you fall into a comfortable silence. The sort of silence where neither party feels compelled to break the awkwardness, only relax and enjoy the unspoken affection.

In the silence, Isagi feels the urge to take your hand. It’s so close to his, moving back and forth slightly in time with your steps, and he’s sure it’s comfortingly warm. His rationality glitches for a mere moment, and suddenly your hand is in his, with the exact same warmth he was sure it would have.

“Do you have something you want to tell me, Isagi?” You ask teasingly, not even looking back at him.

Isagi fumbles with his words, heat creeping into his cheeks. “I- uh- you see- I-“

“I like you too, Isagi.” You fall back into step with him, bumping your shoulder against his. “And for the record, I think you look very kissable right now.”

“Pleasekissmeassoonaswegetbacktothebeach!”