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[copingbrainrot]

Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive 🕊️🇵🇸✌️ I Samer Abu Ras, iam reaching out to you with a heartfelt humanitarian appeal, after the ongoing war in Gaza has cast its dark shadow over my life and the lives of my family. Our lives were once filled with peace and stability before the onset of this catastrophe, but now, we find ourselves living in a situation described as nothing short of tragic.

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‏My wife, Shurooq, our three children, and I are now homeless, without a source of income, and without hope for the future. My family and I have lost our businesses and our home due to the war, and we now have nothing left but the cold streets and troubled hearts.

‏My children are suffering greatly as a result of these horrific events. They have lost the security and stability they once enjoyed and are now facing new health and psychological challenges that threaten their lives. As a father and husband, I feel powerless in my ability to provide adequate protection and care for them.

My child, who is a year and a half old, is experiencing hardships far beyond his tender age. Since the war broke out, we had to flee our home and seek refuge in a tent in a displacement camp. My child lives in extremely difficult conditions, deprived of safety and stability. The tent does not provide adequate protection from harsh weather, and food and medicine are scarce. My child suffers from malnutrition and illness, lacking basic healthcare. He cannot play or grow in a healthy and suitable environment. My only dream is to see him grow up in a safe place full of opportunities

In the face of difficult circumstances, Samer Abu Ras and his family find themselves facing serious challenges in their daily lives. They reside in a modest tent lacking comfort and security, suffering from a shortage of clean water and food, and encountering difficulties in accessing necessary healthcare. Despite these challenges, they continue to express hope and resilience in confronting adversity, holding onto hope for a better tomorrow and a return to a more stable and secure life.

@hualianisms

‏I appeal to you today, dear friends, to extend to me a helping hand in escaping this hell. Regardless of the size of the donation, every drop of generosity will contribute to alleviating our suffering and rebuilding our lives anew.

‏We need your help to secure the funds necessary to travel away from these destructive wars and seek a safe and stable environment where we can build a better future for our children.

‏Let us stand together in these difficult times and let hope triumph over despair by providing support and assistance to those in dire need. Let us be part of the solution and build a better future for ourselves and future generations.

‏Thank you for listening and for the potential generosity of your giving, and for your generous donations that will change the lives of my family for the better.

‏With sincere gratitude and appreciation,

‏Samer Abu Ras and family.

@nabulsi @stil-lindigo @sayruq @palipunk @ibtisams @pollo-con-vodka @fairuzfan @vakarians-babe @sar-soor

أنا، سامر أبو راس، أتوجه إليكم بنداء إنساني مؤثر، بعد أن ألقت الحرب الدائرة في غزة بظلالها القاتمة على حياتي وحياة عائلتي. كانت حياتنا مليئة بالسلام والاستقرار قبل بداية هذه الكارثة، لكن الآن، نحن نعيش في وضع يوصف بأنه مأساوي.

أنا، وزوجتي شروق، وأطفالنا الثلاثة، نعيش الآن بدون مأوى، بلا مصدر دخل، وبلا أمل في المستقبل. فقد خسرت عائلتي وأنا أعمالنا ومنزلنا بسبب الحرب، ولم يتبق لدينا الآن سوى الشوارع الباردة والقلوب المتألمة.

أطفالي يعانون كثيرًا جراء هذه الأحداث المروعة، فقد فقدوا الأمان والاستقرار الذي كانوا يتمتعون به، وأصبحوا يواجهون تحديات صحية ونفسية جديدة تهدد حياتهم. أنا كأب وزوج، أشعر بالعجز تجاه قدرتي على توفير الحماية والرعاية الكافية لهم.

أناشدكم اليوم، أيها الأصدقاء الأعزاء، بأن تمدوا لي يد العون والمساعدة في الخروج من هذا الجحيم. بغض النظر عن حجم التبرع، فإن كل قطرة من العطاء ستساهم في تخفيف معاناتنا وإعادة بناء حياتنا من جديد.

نحن بحاجة إلى مساعدتكم لتأمين المبلغ اللازم للسفر بعيدًا عن هذه الحروب المدمرة، والبحث عن بيئة آمنة ومستقرة يمكننا فيها بناء مستقبل أفضل لأطفالنا.

لنكن معًا في هذه الظروف الصعبة، ولنجعل الأمل يتغلب على اليأس، من خلال تقديم الدعم والمساعدة لأولئك الذين يحتاجونها بشكل ماسي. فلنكن سويًا جزءًا من الحل، ولنبني مستقبلًا أفضل لنا ولأجيالنا القادمة.

شكرًا لكم على الاستماع وعلى العطاء المحتمل، ولتبرعاتكم الكريمة التي ستغير حياة عائلتي إلى الأفضل.

مع خالص الامتنان والتقدير،

سامر أبو راس وعائلته.

@communistchilchuck @fallahifag @plomegranate @palestinegenocide @intersectionalpraxis

[copingbrainrot]

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡

Chapter 1: Hello Richmond

Summary: Embarking on a new job as a Richmond PT, you’ve experienced an interesting reunion with an old friend, as well as welcoming new faces and new beginnings.

Canon Rewrite starting from s2. Eventual Ted Lasso x Reader, but we will be focusing on friendships for now :))

Warnings: Swearing, no y/n usage

Word count: 2k

***

Funny how the universe works sometimes, coincidences that accumulate, points of entwining fates in the web of life. It’s a fascinating and scary notion to experience. Case in point, Doctor Sharon Fieldstone is standing beside you in the Office of the Richmond Head Coach for introductions. Who would’ve thought that the job you accepted at London would reunite you with your ex-therapist after years? 

She has not changed since the last time you saw her. 

“I just wanted to introduce you to Dr. Sharon Fieldstone. She’s going to be looking after Dani. And here’s Ms. Reader. She’s the new PT, replacing Dr. Salsbury after that incident.” Wincing, Leslie Higgins introduced you to the group. Despite the curiosity, you don’t dare ask what exactly happened. 

“This is Nathan, Coach Beard, and Ted Lasso.”

You looked around the group of men, familiarizing their faces. Notably, you observed Nathan's bashful wave, Coach Beard's pensive and analytical gaze, and the amiable expression on the mustachioed face of Ted Lasso, the head coach whose demeanor exuded warmth and friendliness. You see him stand.

“Oh, you don’t need to stand,” Fieldstone protests.

“But it makes it a lot easier to do this.” 

The head coach of Richmond is twirling in circles, singing a spontaneous song as a unique way of welcoming you. The other two men enthusiastically join their boss with improvised vocals and thumps, in a display, which is, honestly, quite impressive.

“Consider this song our way to greet you. Hey!” The three shouted.

A beat passed. 

“So I understand that Dani has developed a case of the yips?” You laugh internally as Dr. Sharon just ignored their antics.

“Hey!” The three physically winced loudly.

“Okay, that’s two weird things in a row. What’s going on?” 

Failing to suppress your laugh, you covered your mouth, prompting all of them to direct their attention toward you.

"Apologies, had a little something in my throat," you interjected, feigning a cough for added effect. "Please, go on," you continued, waving your hand in a gesture to encourage them to resume.

“Well, Doc, we don’t like using that word around here,” Coach Lasso says.

“Why?” 

Hesitancy is seen in the head coach as he glanced around at his co-workers to try, silently urging one of them to take charge of the conversation.

“Uhm… How do I? Why y’all looking at me? He’s the one who knows everyth—” pointing at Coach Beard, “Oh okay, all right. Well, Doc–”

“Doctor.” Doctor Sharon interjected. 

"Right, yes, of course. Sorry. Doctor, it’s a superstition?" he concluded the sentence with a hint of uncertainty.

The therapist nodded in understanding, as if to say here we go again. “I see. Well, the yips…”

You find it amusing to witness grown men react so strongly to the word "yips," and can't help but laugh internally that you've seen it happen three times in the last five minutes.

“... are not a superstition. They are a mental condition, one that can be fixed with discipline, not denial.” 

“So, then, you’re pretty confident that you can help us out with Dani?”

What a strange thing to ask, Coach Lasso. Is he doubting her capabilities as a therapist? It's akin to asking, "How can you be certain that you’ll be making a difference?"

“Are you good at your job?” It seemed Doctor Sharon also had the same interpretation. The tension in the room was palpable. The tension in the room became palpable as the coach glanced around, uncertain if the question was a bait to demonstrate his competence or an expression of arrogance.

“Don’t worry about them. Put all bullshit humility aside and be honest with me. Are you good at your job? Yes or no?” The sharp-tongued Doctor Sharon strikes again. She had always been efficient, swift to discern the underlying causes of people's issues. It’s fascinating to see. You’ve missed your old friend… while it may be unprofessional to view her as a close confidante given your previous client relationship, she played a significant role in your mental journey, especially in years past. You always regretted not keeping in contact with her after she left. And, now that you have the chance, you yearn to be more than just her former client and co-worker – you want to be her friend.

Coach Lasso finally replied, “Yes.”

“I believe you. Well, as good as you are at your job, I’m twice as good at mine.” All are shocked at her words and you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling under your breath at their faces. 

A beat passed.

In unison, the men chimed in with expressions of gratitude, "We're very lucky to have you," "Thank you very much," "That's good to know," and "Thank you for coming here" were all spoken in a synchronized display of thanks. 

“Right, so where should I be conducting my sessions?” 

You finally cracked and laughed aloud. All eyes on you. It was the first time you’ve met eyes with Doc Sharon, looking at you strangely. “I– I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it. That was rude of me. But seeing as we are all now acquainted with each other, I will have to step out to go begin talking with the players, if you all don’t mind.”

“Oh sure. Yes, yes. Nice meeting you, Doc Reader.” Coach Lasso was first to react.

Waving, you remembered leaving the office with a tiny smile thinking, “They seem fun.”

***

Having just completed interviews with the first half of the team for your preliminary checks, you decided to grab some lunch. On your way to the dining facility, you spotted Doc Sharon walking.

"Hey Doc, you still don’t take shit from anybody. Just as fun as I remember," you said with a grin, attempting to engage in conversation with your former co-worker. Your intention was to glean some comments on the morning’s events. Seems like a safe topic to start with.

"Please refrain from addressing me so casually in the workplace. It's unprofessional," her tone was cold. You were taken aback by her sentence. 

"I’m sorry, Doc Sharon, I—" you started, only to be abruptly interrupted.

"It's Doctor."

"Doctor Sharon, I was just thinking that because we’ve shared the same workplace for a few years, I assumed we'd built a rapport. Why the sudden hostility?" you asked, attempting to understand the shift in her demeanor. 

"I prefer maintaining a clear boundary between my professional and personal life." 

That does not explain the hostility. But you tried to give it one more chance. 

Tone soft, you attempted to invite her to chat, "Alright. I just thought we could catch up a bit after work." 

"There’s no need for that, Reader. Although, I appreciate your offer. If you'd excuse me, I have some work to attend to," she curtly responded, signaling the end of the conversation.

What the actual fuck was that?

***

After completing the update for the player database, filled with your comments suggesting potential modifications to their training regime, your initial plan was to head home. You’ve decided to put your conversation with Doctor Sharon on the back burner, for now. The first priority is the job. 

Mr. Higgins had introduced you to the entire medical team before extending introductions to the higher-ups and coaches. Everyone was welcoming, and it was remarkable how quickly you had grown comfortable in the space within a day—comfortable enough to confidently ask questions about their systems and set-up shop in one of the offices. 

Your thoughts drifted back to a conversation with the players earlier, prompting you to take a detour. You rapped on the door, finding Coach Lasso alone in his office.

“Hey Coach, Sam told me you were rear-ended by a football this week. Mind popping back to the treatment room real quick so I can take a look?”

“Oh, no need for that, Doc. I wouldn’t want to make a fuss.” You scowled internally with his reaction.  

You dislike it when people deny care when injured. They do have their reasons, but in your years of service, it’s better to have injuries checked out especially as athletes, no matter how minor. People are entitled to healthcare and to deny it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You were hired exactly for this reason, for god’s sake. 

"Well, I believe it wouldn't set a great example for the players if their own head coach refuses medical care when injured, wouldn't you agree?"

Stilling, he looked at you like a deer in headlights. You have half a mind to stop yourself from chuckling. After a brief pause, he slowly nodded and admitted, "You got me there, Doc. My bad. Yeah, okay. I'm free now if that works for you?"

At the treatment room, he was lying face down on one of the beds while you took a look at his lower back and saw nasty bruising, prodding softly to gauge how much pain it registers on the coach. 

"So, how's the new gig treating you?" Coach inquired, seemingly steering the conversation to cut through the lingering awkwardness. You can handle conversation. 

“I think it’s going well. I had a chance to meet with the boys earlier– how’s the pain here? – conducted their preliminary checks, and had the chance to talk to them. They’re all quite polite.” You reply, moving to a different region on his sizable bruise. Coach Lasso let out a tiny sigh.

“"Hmm... still tender there– That’s good to hear. Some days, them lot are wilder than cattle escaped but they’re good kids. If you need any help rounding them up, you can count on me.”

Chucking, you replied, “I'll definitely take you up on that offer sometime, Coach. I’m looking forward to working with all of them — You can sit up now if it’s not too painful — Doctor Sharon should be able to assist with that too. I heard what happened to Dani and the dog, Earl? It’s a tragic thing to happen.”

After a brief pause, you rummaged through the storage to get an ice pack.

“Yes, we’ll do anything to bring Dani back to his chipper self.," he responded, his voice carrying a hint of strain and uncertainty. Curious of his reactions and his question from earlier, you decided to probe further.

“Do you think she can’t do it?” Coach Lasso's response was quick to deny it, exclaiming a series of "nos" with growing intensity. "No, no, no. Nothing like that. I just—I just wish I knew how to help Dani as well."

Despite Doctor Sharon’s demeanor in your interaction, you've never harbored any doubt on her abilities. She is an incredible therapist, one who truly cares for her patients and genuinely invested in their well-being. And you know it better than anyone, as you've sat on the other side of the table as one of her patients.

"Well, if there's anyone who can handle it, it's her. Healing is not linear nor does it rely on one person. I think it always takes a collective effort. It's sort of a trio deal—soul, body, and mind, I suppose. You take care of the soul, I handle the body, and Doctor Sharon tends to the mind." Handing the ice pack to the coach, you continue, "Here you go... I'd recommend applying an ice pack for the next 24 hours. No more than 15 minutes at a time, and repeat throughout the day. Once the swelling subsides, we can transition to warm compress. If the pain becomes unbearable, let me know, and I'll provide you with some painkillers."

The head coach fixed his gaze on you for a moment. “I appreciate your words, doc. Thanks for that. And thank you, too, for the check up. I’ll be pretty as a peach come tomorrow. And hey, If you even need some help, for anything at all, just holler down the hall.” 

Chuckling, you nodded. “Alright then, Coach. Thanks for your time. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Hi everyone!

This fic is follows the POV of Reader (who is honestly more of an OC without the name). This fic is cross-posted to AO3 with the same title.

Anyways, some notes to consider:

1. Reader is closer to an OC without a name. She has a past and personality. Probably asking why not just give her a name? I could not commit to it; thus, Reader will be used. No y/n usage.

2. Reader is upwards of 30 :))

3. Author is not a football fan nor a PT. All of it came from internet research. Feel free to comment if I got something *horrendously* bad.

4. The idea just came because I really wanted to befriend Dr. Sharon.

With that being said, let's have fun!

[copingbrainrot]

Brainrotting so hard for Ted Lasso rn

I have to put some of what I'm writing somewhereee :)))

Feel free to send in some of your requests. Writing a multi-chapter fic but probably will be posting chapters with no cohesion 'cause life happens :')