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Pride month might almost be over but t4t love never dies!

🎨: Jasechka

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Pride month might almost be over but t4t love never dies!

🎨: Jasechka

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Are you used to feeling ignored and unheard? Well guess what? Your f/o would never ignore you. They listen to every ramble or tangent, smiling while giving you their full attention. Not only that, but they engage with you in a way that shows their interest, asking you questions and being an active participant in conversations. If they ever zone out, they apologize and ask you to repeat yourself so they don’t miss a single word <3

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Currently locked in my friends car while she’s at a work meeting :3

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Do NOT stare at me when the Damiens in my ita bag start clanking around loudly. Mind your business.

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A day late father’s day outing for my sweetie

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HAPPY FATHER’S DAY DAMIEN BLOODMARCH 🥳🥳🥳🥳🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🥰🥰🥰🥰

The rest of you… happy father’s day ig

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Happy Father’s Day to this loser 🇺🇸💕

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Being fictoromantic is believing in the kind of love that lives in the soul itself, even if it comes from a world of animation & dreams….💫✨It feels like loving stars you can’t touch, but knowing they still light up your world.

Our love may not follow the usual rules, but that’s what makes it so magical!

You don’t need the world to understand it in order to embrace it! Your F/O is your stardust 🥹✨

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Imagine, coming home after a long day, and he's there - Cooking dinner for you. You smile, and greet him, and he asks about your day. It all fades away, and you end up watching a movie, before grabbing some dessert together.

[Proship/Varients + Basic DNI criteria do not touch. This post is achillean centric, please do not repost or use for gal fictional others.]

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Damien themed goodies from the con last weekend ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)

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does anyone else like making self inserts for universes they don't even really self ship from. like i'm not here to kiss anyone or be anyone's best friend or family or nothing... i just want to say hi...

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!!Please don’t skip

📣🚨Urgent Appeal🚨📣

We are dying. We are living the hardest days of our lives. The war is back. Fear, hunger, oppression and displacement. My children are trembling with fear and hunger. Imagine for a moment that they are your children.

"Please, your help and donation, even if it's just $50, will make a big difference in my children's lives, especially my son Nour El-Din, who is 9 months old. He was born prematurely during the war, and he has breathing problem . His needs are costly, including diapers, milk, wet wipes, and clothes, especially since the cold has started. We live in a tent, our tent destroied from rain so my childreen exposed to fear from the war,cold .rain added there is insects, and dogs. Help me save my children."

Please help us by sharing . Reblog the last post me on your page so that we can collect donations and get out of the war and buy the essential needs you are our hope. I will be very grateful to you . Donate 50$ enough the change my life❤🙏🏼

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #120 )

Donate here ⬇️✅

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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.

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Let yourself be loved in your ships. Please. Feel your f/os love, because you deserve it. Nobody deserves to feel all alone, or like not even a character would love them. Your f/os do love you, so incredibly much. You are worth their time, their energy, their love. They are so glad that you're alive. I am, too. Keep going. Keep shipping, and please, let yourself feel that love. You are worth loving.

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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿

In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

And yet, we are still here.

Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.

Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.

Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.

We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.

I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.

Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.

💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.

We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #609 ) ✅️

Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

With all my gratitude, – Mohamed