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his beautiful princess handwriting as well yeah that’s my girl <333

i wonder if eddie used his silly cat notebook to write that crazy airport note

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i wonder if eddie used his silly cat notebook to write that crazy airport note

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i gotta eat cement

I remember you had asked for a copy for the old house, and I figured it might be a nice memory for the new house.

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molly green and james leffler i owe u my life

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"he saved my life... and I wasn't there to save his" SHOOT ME IT WOULD HURT LESS

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eddie diaz get behind me people are misinterpreting your character on twitter again

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Eddie Diaz: The Sip Saga

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WE DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE

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You really think I wouldn’t have been happy for you?

9-1-1 | DON’T DRINK THE WATER (8.17)

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but i didn't save them 5.13 // 8.17

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'Cause you never asked what it was like. Waking up, the middle of the night, to that news. Sitting alone in the dark, trying to keep it together so I don't scare the crap out of my kid.

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geddie is upon us and the wilson’s are gonna coax him outta gay purgatory like a stray cat

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EDDIE IS COMING OUT THE CLOSET TN HES GONNA DRINK THE JUCIE‼️‼️

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my meow meow eddito ☹️

HAPPY 9-1-1 DAY‼️‼️ princess diana WILL come back on screen for good tn with more then a minute of screen time or i’m blowing up the writers room

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HAPPY 9-1-1 DAY‼️‼️ princess diana WILL come back on screen for good tn with more then a minute of screen time or i’m blowing up the writers room

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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'Whatever it is, just spit it out already,' Andrew said, his voice as cold as the expression on his face.

Kevin fidgeted with his glass for a bit, debating whether he should say something or not, but decided against it the second his eyes found Andrew's.

'You're going to pull a knife on me if I tell you,' he said with a shrug.

If anything, this only made Andrew more curious. He leaned slightly, enough to study Kevin’s face and follow the movement of his eyes.

'Try me,' he said, closing his fingers over the glass in front of him and bringing it to his lips for a sip. He didn't miss the way Kevin's eyes followed the movement, ever so glued to his hand. Interesting.

'It's just,' Kevin started, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to their conversation, and only resuming when he realized they were too far for anyone to eavesdrop. 'Ugh, okay. It's just that you are so much shorter than me, yet your hands don't look exactly small, but they do look smaller than mine,' Kevin concluded, forcing his eyes to meet Andrew's.

If Andrew felt angry or irritated at his comment Kevin had no way of knowing. Andrew’s expression stayed as stoic as ever.

'Just forget it,' he continued, reaching for his own glass and freezing in place when Andrew's hand moved.

'Let's check,' Andrew said, bringing his hand in front of Kevin, his fingers spread in waiting. Kevin observed it for a moment, swallowing dry before bringing his hand close and stopping just short of touching Andrew's. Yeah, Andrew’s hand was smaller than his, but not as much as he thought. He imagined the way his calloused palm would feel against his own and shivered. He knew how strong Andrew was. How could he not, with the way he observed his every movement during practice? He thought of the way Andrew’s fingers closed over the Exy stick and moved it with ease, as if it weighted nothing.

He opened his mouth to say something but any comments he might have had died the second Andrew brought his hand closer, their palms barely touching before he shifted to grab Kevin's wrist instead. He used it to pull him closer, close enough to whisper directly into his ear.

‘So?’ Andrew whispered, his hot breath making Kevin shudder.

‘They are,’ he started, his eyes drifting to his own hands. What was he even supposed to say? Yes, Andrew, I like your hands. Yes, they are small but not as small as I thought they would be. Yes I know I’m being a weirdo obsessing over someone’s hands but they are so rough and so perfect and you really know how to use them.

As if reading his mind, Andrew turned, continuing to whisper into his ear.

'I could show you just how good I am with my hands,' he said, moving away and leaving Kevin to fight for his breath as his eyes drifted from Andrew’s hands to his face, and back to his hands. ‘If you want,’ he added, going back to his drink as if he didn’t even notice the effect those words had on Kevin.