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and actually the way rm and jimin look at camera, it's like they're both looking at the perpretrators. and the people who can and will defend them. all at once. so it's like they're to be the truest they can be, cause both will be watching them. all they can relly on is their reallness. bc if they're phony, everyone will see.

Jimin reading hate comments and Suga and RM noticed it💔

That's it man, that's the thing. Those faces from yoongi and namjoon are the ones of true care and affection. Like they're truly affected. That's beautiful.

And now just maybe me fanficting, but the face of Suga makes me think he's like sad for Jimin and also really respectful of his pain and his relation to the hate. meanwhile rm seems like really pained himself and angry with whoever or whatever is responsable for that. and like he can't even think straight, just feel this

and jimin oh my, i'm sad just seeing he's face. he's deeply troubled by whatever he's reading. it's like, i cant even describe. it's not sadness, it's like really angst and sorrow altoguether.

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Jimin reading hate comments and Suga and RM noticed it💔

That's it man, that's the thing. Those faces from yoongi and namjoon are the ones of true care and affection. Like they're truly affected. That's beautiful.

And now just maybe me fanficting, but the face of Suga makes me think he's like sad for Jimin and also really respectful of his pain and his relation to the hate. meanwhile rm seems like really pained himself and angry with whoever or whatever is responsable for that. and like he can't even think straight, just feel this

and jimin oh my, i'm sad just seeing he's face. he's deeply troubled by whatever he's reading. it's like, i cant even describe. it's not sadness, it's like really angst and sorrow altoguether.

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How to be autistic and top: Mask your inability to read people with condescending questions.

"Oh baby. What do you want?"

"Use your big girl words."

"Tell me how much you want me."

"Is your mouth not used to talking anymore? Come on tell me."

Shit works for me

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i don't have a lot of patience with people who talk about taking psychiatric medication as a flaw or some last resource thing

but if i'm honestly with myself, it's because i still feel a little bad about doing it. and i myself thought like that. and start using it because i didn't know what to do anymore and was very close to suic... .

that was six years ago. today it's not something i'm too attached. but when i hear this kind of thing, like, "oh, i'm suffering 10 years with deppression and never wanted to take pills, but now i'm considering" it's irritating. like oh what a hero u are, congrats

we really need to get over the fact that people take meds. like, that's actually so basic. get the fucking over it for fucks sake

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loved it kkkk

dear people with OCD: the next time you have spiraling & intrusive thoughts, what-ifs, or catastrophizing scenarios, I am sending a cardigan-wearing 46-year old NYU professor directly into your brain and he says "Aaaaand scene!!!" and he claps his hands slowly. and he says "Wow. Wow. Powerful stuff. Evocative imagery. A little bit post-modern, a little bit hysterical realism in the vein of Don Delilo but let's pause right here." and you will recognize your thoughts as a perplexing avant-garde film shown to an audience of 15 liberal arts students who are now trying to get a good grade and sleep with their professor.

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Wolfboy

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First time messing around with photo editing and mixed media, thoughts?

Photo was taken by my friend at a leather themed dance party!

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My friend is really needing some support. He and his siblings are in a very difficult situation. They need 850,00 GMD to pay rent, which is 12,48 dollars. So if u can, go to the gofund page! Or share with your network, please.

"Greetings, my name is Molamin Kelleh and I am an 18 year old man from The Gambia, a very poor country in West Africa. I am writing to you today to appeal for your generous assistance. I am responsible for raising my siblings and I urgently need your help.

I have four younger brothers and sisters. We lost our parents in a tragic car accident in February 2019. Since then, I have been doing my best to take care of my siblings with the meager resources that we have. We do not have a reliable income and we struggle with many challenges. We need to cover the costs of education, food and health care, but it is extremely difficult, as finding any employment, especially well-paid employment, is almost impossible due to my age and lack of education. The opportunities are rare and sometimes we go without food. We do not have enough to feed the whole family. My younger siblings suffer from hunger and it pains me greatly. Moreover, we live with another family who do not support us, but rather abuse us physically and verbally. They often evict us from their home. But we have no alternative as I cannot afford to pay rent anywhere else.

Additionally, I had to quit school as we could not afford the fees or uniforms. Without education, I have little hope of finding a decent job. I wish to at least finish high school. I want to be able to provide for my siblings and give them a brighter future. I also want my siblings to have access to education, as well as food and shelter, so that they can achieve their full potential.

I want to help my family and start one of my own. I had to quit school to support my family but I want my siblings to at least attend school. And not have to worry about food or getting sick. Any contribution, big or small, will have a tremendous impact on our lives.

Thank you very much for your compassion and support. You can make the lives of me and my younger brother and sisters, so much better. Thank you and thank you for your generosity."

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just because someone can articulate their point better doesn’t make them right, it makes them articulated. 

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what to do when your parents reject u for something?

that's it...

tell it to your cat 🙂‍↕️

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eu gosto de ficar na zaga, na defesa prefiro do que no ataque

eu ataco pra defender mas pra fazer gol eh mais difícil

se fosse pra derrubar o goleiro ate dava mas chutar a bola no canto certo aí já nao eh tanto comigo nao

no gol eu me viro bem também, principalmente se der pra defender com a mão. com a perna até vai mas entra mais.

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TIME-SENSITIVE PALESTINIAN FUNDRAISERS! PLEASE PAY ATTENTION!!!

Siraj (@siraj2024)

-> Siraj is a father of 3 young children and his family has been trying to rebuild their home since June. They have been forced to live in unsafe conditions in tents they have described as "a convection oven," and in the past week Siraj has narrowly escaped two of Israel's massacres that martyred hundreds of people. Despite his relentless efforts, his campaign has been moving slowly. His short term goal is $10k CAD, his final goal is $82k CAD, and he's currently at ~$7k CAD.

-> Line 219 on Nairuz and Hussein's spreadsheet

Wafaa (@wafans-blog)

-> Wafaa is a grandmother to a large family with very young children. She evacuated to Egypt 5 months ago and hasn't been able to see her family that whole time. Since then, she has been tirelessly campaigning for her family on instagram, tiktok, and tumblr. She has been shadowbanned and had her blog terminated multiple times. Her total goal is €60K and she needs to get there as soon as possible.

-> Line 171 on Nairuz and Hussein's spreadsheet

Shahed (@shahednhall)

-> Shahed is a 21-year-old university student and photographer. She is the sole provider for her family, including her father (a heart patient) and 5 younger siblings (the youngest of whom is an infant). Her sisters have severe hepatitis and urgently need medical care that is no longer available in Gaza and need to evacuate as soon as they get the chance.

-> Line 224 on Nairuz and Hussein's spreadsheet

THEY NEED TO MEET THEIR GOAL VERY SOON - DON'T DELAY!!!

DONATE AND SHARE! SAVE MONEY, PRESSURE YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS WITH DISPOSABLE INCOME! THERE ARE PEOPLE GOING INTO DEBT TO HELP PALESTINIANS GET TO SAFETY. IF THEY CAN DO IT SO CAN YOU. IF WE WORK TOGETHER AND WORK HARD WE CAN MAKE A REAL DIFFERENCE.

STEP UP.

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this fucking companies are so manipulative pieces of shit. i fucking hate capitalism

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"Que nunca nos falte carinho e put4ria"

AVISO DE CONTEÚDO NSFW

eu peguei o capacete e desci pra rua dela. dirigi já sentindo aquele frio na barriga e o frio da rua. tava tudo mais quieto, mas minha cabeça corria. quando cheguei na frente do prédio dela mandei mensagem já ansioso. será que ela ta descendo? pô mó saudade, quero dar um cata nela na primeira oportunidade. dar um cheiro no pescoço, uma mordida leve no lábio, ver aquele sorriso lindo e meio safado que ela dá. ela sai pela porta do prédio sorrindo, a gente mal encontra o olhar. eai, bem? bem. mas meu corpo derrete todo só nesse papinho de entrada. como ela eh gata. a gente pede o uber fica se olhando de canto, eu dou um peteleco na mão dela e rio enquanto a gente senta em silêncio a caminho do bar. vejo de relance ela rindo tb.

o bar ta cheio, a gente procura um bom lugar, mais isolado, mais quieto, que dê pra bater papo de boas. eu peço um litrão, ela pede o narg de blueberry e menta. acendo um cigarro e pergunto como foi o dia. observo o jeito dela enquanto fala, o olhar atento, a resposta curta. fico doido pra fazer uma pergunta que ela responda sem pensar, que ela goste de responder, olhe pra cima enquanto fala, aumentando o tom de voz. porra, ela é linda, ainda mais apaixonada. e ela conta da conversa que teve, do que observou e aprendeu, e o que pensa sobre aquele tema. meu deus, como pode uma pessoa ser assim. eu fico empolgado só de ouvir ela contar, de ver o entusiasmo e de ouvir as coisas mais inteligentes e legais desde três ou quatro dias atrás. eu bebo mais uma, faço umas piadas, conto minhas lombras, ela conta as dela, a gente ri junto. e em um segundo nosso olhar se cruza e o mundo todo para. vamo meter o pé daqui?

a gente pede a conta, pede o uber e sento no meio, perto dela. a gente chega no ape, sobe e já se pega. ela agarra minha boca com a dela, eu sustento ela pela bunda, com as pernas entrelaçadas nas minhas costas. levo ela até a cama e a coloco deitada. tiro a blusa com pressa enquanto ela me encara. olho pra ela e rio, ela ri de volta e me chama, subo por cima dela e a gente se pega com força. ela mordisca meu ombro enquanto chupo seu pescoço. com cuidado pra não marcar. depois volto pra boca e a gente brinca de chupar, morder, lamber. depois tiro a blusa dela, vou direto no mamilo direito e vou chupando com força. então, finjo que vou tirar a boca e fico provocando ela com a língua. quando ela geme eu me tremo e fico tentando fazer ela gemer de novo, esse é o som mais gostoso que há.

ela lambe meu pescoço até chegar na orelha, depois puxa meu cabelo e me traz pra perto do seu rosto. então, puxa meu lábio com os dentes, coloca a língua na minha e a gente se entrelaça. depois chupa meu lábio inferior e eu solto um gemido agudo com os olhos fechados. ela me empurra pro lado sobe em cima de mim, me abraça enquanto chupa meu pescoço. depois fica sentada em cima do meu quadril, cavalga e aperta meus peitos. eu olho pra ela de baixo querendo muito conseguir registrar essa imagem. caralho que gata. ela cruza com meus olhos e sorri, eu desmonto de novo e puxo ela pra baixo pela nuca pra beijar a boca mais linda do mundo. seguro ela pelo cabelo, sinto seu cheiro no pescoço e giro a gente pra ficar por cima dela de novo.

agora eu que vou mandar. olho pra ela de cima e dou meu sorriso mais safado. deito por cima dela com a boca no mamilo direito, os dedos apertando o esquerdo com meu peso prendendo ela. paro de chupar pra ver a cara que ela tá fazendo: ela tá séria de olhos fechados com a cabeça inclinada pra cima. quando eu paro, ela abre os olhos, dá um sorriso e eu volto a trabalhar. lambo o mamilo dela, subo a língua até a orelha enquanto provoco seu clitóris com a perna. ela geme mais alto e longo e me eletriza. agora vou lambendo do pescoço ao pé da barriga e vou descendo meu corpo.

seguro a cintura dela com as mãos e vou descendo a pegada firma até seus pés. aperto os dois enquanto dou um chupao na perna, perto do início dos pelos mais grossos, naquele canto entre o início da coxa e a lateral da buceta, sem medo de marcar. ela geme mais, com mais urgência, e eu pareço que vou explodir. desço meu corpo pra ficar bem de frente pro clitóris dela, forço as pernas dela para se abrirem, dobradas e me encaixo no meio. olho pro rosto à minha frente: ela está com os olhos fechados, mirando o teto, a respiração mais rápida pela boca e o corpo agitado. seguro as pernas dela e vou com tudo em seu clitóris, ela geme alto, eu seguro ele com a boca e vou chupando enquanto ela se agita ainda mais.

puxo ela pra baixo com as mãos nas suas coxas. vou chupando com força enquanto ela geme e quando ela começa a se agitar ainda mais, paro de uma vez e observo o rosto dela, a insatisfação que ela tenta disfarçar. espero ela abrir os olhos, sorrio com malícia e volto a chupar. ela geme alto de novo e começa a rebolar na minha boca. eu chupo, lambo, mordisco, enfio a língua em sua vagina e depois volto pro clitóris. passo a língua de lado, de baixo pra cima, entre a ponta e o começo do grelo. ela vai se agitando e eu também. depois, tiro minha boca, olho pra ela e vou com o dedo em sua entrada, provoco, ela volta a gemer mais agudo, com aquela manha gostosa, e me olha séria. eu mando um sorriso provocativo e entro meu dedo com cuidado, enquanto assisto suas expressões. coloco a ponta do meu dedo naquela região rugosa e aperto, ela geme alto, com mais urgência, mais tesão e necessidade. eu começo a mexer ali com força e insistência, apertando e soltando. forço o quadril dela pra cima com a ponta do dedo, e ouço ela respirar forte, gemendo, mexendo o quadril. vou metendo ali, naquele mesmo ponto, com o dedo firme e chupando a coxa dela, provocando o mamilo direito com a outra mão, e assistindo ela se agitar mais, chegando cada vez mais perto do seu limite.

ela se tensiona inteira, dá um gemido longo e gira o corpo pro lado. vou reduzindo a velocidade e a força, mexendo sutilmente o dedo. observo ela com atenção, pra qualquer sinal de que devo parar. logo ela desce a mão perto do meu rosto e sustenta por um tempo longo o suficiente pra eu entender que não é só uma mexida. então reduzo ainda mais e paro. tiro o dedo com cuidado, lentamente, ela geme mais um pouco, e me deito atrás dela.

ela me dá um sorriso sutil, com os olhos fechados, e se aproxima de mim. passo o braço por cima dela e dou um apertão. me deito com a cabeça um pouco acima da sua enquanto faço carinho em seu sidecut. ficamos em silêncio, respirando forte, sentindo o coração desacelerar aos poucos e o corpo se ajustar à quietude. o tesão derretendo e se aninhando entre a gente.

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rsrsrs makes so much sense

considering how often T makes trans guys crazy horny I wonder why there is no solidarity in that sense

like, I'm a trans guy, you're trans too and on T and need someone to make you cum? I get it, I'm always horny too, let me suck you off, you'll feel better soon. I know how it is. I understand. It doesn't need to be embarrassing or awkward. just a part of transitioning. why trans guys helping each other cum isn't a thing?

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🚨 This is a vetted and legit GoFundMe 🚨

Hello,

I am Tamer Al-Deeb, a Palestinian dentist from Gaza.

[Picture of Tamer before the war in his clinic]

I have hesitated and delayed for a long time to write these words and create an account on GoFundMe, but the need has become very urgent due to what I see of death approaching myself and my family.

To begin our story, it is important to introduce my family, who are the core of my existence and the source of my strength during these turbulent times:

We are a family of four suffering for over 9 months from a brutal war that spares neither humans nor stones.

Mother: The Heart of Our Home

My mother embodies generosity and kindness as a devoted homemaker, always prioritizing her family's well-being. Her unwavering love remains our sanctuary amidst the chaos.

Father: The Pillar of Strength

My father, Majed, a dedicated professor, faced the destruction of the university he served. Despite this, his commitment to education and society remains unshaken.

Brother: A Beacon of Healing

My brother, Mohammad, a compassionate doctor, confronts the challenges of healthcare amidst dwindling supplies and occupation brutality, showcasing remarkable dedication to healing.

Tamer: A Dream Deferred

As for myself, Tamer, I was on the verge of a new beginning, with aspirations to further my career in Germany. I had saved thousands of dollars for the mandatory block account to support my stay abroad. However, the conflict has not only shattered my professional dreams but also consumed what didn't burn of my savings, compelling me to fight for my family's survival amidst the escalating costs of basic human necessities.

[Picture of the family before the war]

I have lost the lives of my dearest friends, neighbors, and much of what I loved.

We have lost our home with all its dreams and memories. A five-floor house completely leveled to the ground!!

[Pictures of the destroyed house]

I lost my clinic, my only source of livelihood.

[picture of the clinic]

My neighborhood .

[picture of the destroyed neighborhood]

Since the beginning of the war, we were forced to flee our home in the north of the Gaza Strip to the supposed safe area in the south. But unfortunately, this was just the beginning. We have been displaced four times in the same southern area, fleeing from death always surrounding us.

Initially, we fled to a school belonging to the UNRWA in the Nuseirat camp until we were forced to move to another area, and the Maghazi camp was the intended destination. Then a UNRWA school, where we were residing in a tent inside, was targeted, killing 7 civilians. We were forced to flee again to a tent in Rafah, but the scarcity of clean water and the spread of epidemics and diseases forced us to flee again to a UNRWA school in the Deir Al-Balah area until now.

UNRWA has been providing refuge to hundreds of displaced families for the past six months at schools that have become vital community hubs, offering shelter to thousands of individuals trapped in the southern region.

Women and children sleep inside classrooms, and the men sleep outside in tents set up in the courtyard. Rainstorms recently have flooded our tents, and it's very difficult to take care of our basic needs.

[Pictures of Tamer after the war in the UNRWA school and his tent]

I am currently volunteering at Al-Aqsa Hospital, assisting in the maxillofacial surgery department. However, a sense of helplessness and despair often overwhelms me. It's hard to put into words the horrors and injuries I witness daily. Surrounded by the shroud of death and the cries of the wounded, I feel powerless. "I want to save you, I want you to live," I often think, "I will do everything in my power to make it happen!" Sadly, many times, they become part of the countless casualties from my homeland. The shortages in food, water, and medical supplies are dire, to the extent that we sometimes perform surgeries without anesthesia. The suffering is unimaginable.

Now we hope to escape death, we hope for the end of the war, we hope to leave the Gaza Strip, and we hope to live a decent life away from bombing, occupation, and destruction.

It has been 9 months of hell and horror. This genocide has been too long to bear, and our mental health and lives are in constant danger. (I can’t describe enough what I have been dealing with daily in the hospitals for the past days. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die, and even if there is a ceasefire, the destruction in Gaza is beyond prompt repair

Evacuation fees are expensive, especially now that I have no source of income. Once we can evacuate, your donations will cover our travel expenses and help us get immediate support in Egypt. There will be meal expenses, wardrobe expenses, emergency expenses, etc., but no generous contribution will go to waste.

To cross the “Rafah” Gaza-Egypt Borders, you need to have your name listed in the Crossing List (paid permit), and coordinators in Egypt who have the power to add my family’s names to the list at the border are now asking for anywhere from $6-8,000 per PERSON! They will not add the names until we can prove we have the money ready.

I ask for your help because this is not just my battle alone, but a battle in which we seek your helping hand to survive and preserve our families. Any donation, big or small, will have a huge impact on the lives of my family and me. I am grateful to everyone who donates, and I will remain grateful forever for giving hope and opportunity to me and my family to survive and build a better future.

Thank you for reading my story. For sharing my story with your friends and family. I hope, there is a ceasefire, and we can get the rest and safety we deserve to build our lives all over again. ❤️

Tamer Al-Deeb

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