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Hi palestine supporters 🇵🇸

I am Shima from Gaza,

Hope my message finds you well..

I’m simply don’t want to die, I want to live I want to give my children a better life. Help me to escape from Gaza❗️❗️

My home, along with all my cherished memories and dreams, was destroyed. Now, homeless, I struggle to find a safe place for my children.

Our situation is indescribable. the hopelessness of being unable to protect my family, and the desperation of not being able to provide for my children weigh heavily on me.

Please share, repost or donate to my family Please do not ignore my message 🙏🏻🍉🍉

Your donations are important for our survival

: https://gofund.me/b0450bfb

hello everyone! heres shima, her life was turned upside down in 2023 and she’s a victim of the ongoing Gaza Genocide . heres her account, she’ll provide the link for his donation and pls share this

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Hello lm hamdi ,I humbly ask for your support by reblogging this post on your account to help me and my family. As newcomers to Tumblr and GoFundMe, we are in desperate need of your kindness and support. 🙏🇵🇸🍉😔Please donate 🙏🏼Let's reach the goal as soon as possible .

hello everyone! heres Hamdi, his life was turned upside down in 2023 and he’s a victim of the ongoing Gaza Genocide . heres his account, he’ll provide the link for his donation and pls share this

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My name is Omar, and I am from Gaza. I am writing this message during an extremely difficult time in my life. I am currently displaced from my home due to the ongoing crisis in my region, and I find myself in very challenging circumstances.

At this moment, I am in urgent need of support. I am struggling to meet basic needs such as food, water, and shelter. I do not have a steady income or a reliable source of help, and any form of assistance would be a tremendous relief.

I understand that many people around the world are facing difficult situations, but I hope there are kind-hearted individuals who can extend their help during these tough times. Any donation would make a significant difference in my life and the lives of my family.

Thank you for your time, consideration, and generosity. May God bless you for your kindness.

Sincerely,

Omar

hello everyone! heres omar, his life was turned upside down in 2023 and he’s a victim of the ongoing Gaza Genocide . heres his account, he’ll provide the link for his donation and pls share this

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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 5$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

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Donation Link

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URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸

Hello,

How do you do ? I hop to be in a good condition.

This is my special campaign

We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.

Every donation makes a different even if it a small.

As you know, the war began on October 7 and lasted ten months. During this period, we were unable to obtain food, drink, or treatment because we did not have money.

There is no source of income for the family at the present time, so we are unable to buy food, clean water, and medicine, especially after we are afflicted with the ongoing infectious diseases spread in the north like Hepatitis C disease.

Our house has been damaged a lot since the beginning of the war. We are from the north of Gaza and we are still in the north and have not displaced to the south. We displaced 10 times from place to another seeking to safety .

We hope for your help and support, even if only a little.🙏🙏

Vetted by Femme intifada on telegram.

Also, vetted by gazavetters on tumbler and my number is #60

My campaign was recently vetted by butterfly effect group on Instagram and my number is #964

This is the link if you would to read our story well 👇👇

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you all

Hello everyone,

if you can donate or share it’d be really nice.

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Amazing Y/N

You couldn't quite pin point when the situation had gotten away from you. The last year was unclear. It was all a blur in your memory. Work had taken such a big place in your life you had exhausted yourself and almost killed yourself in the process. It had taken a toll on all your relationships and mostly your romantic relationship with your 1 year fiancé Kento.

You couldn’t actually pin point it when you started gaining weight and stopped taking skincare too seriously. You weren’t as active because who has that kind of energy after working an executive position. You did become a little snappy but come on how hard was it to remember that you take your coffee with no sugar.

You couldn’t really pin point it. As you sat there with your face lit by the dim light of your soon to be husband’s phone in your hand. On the screen, multiple nude images of a young intern at your company. The first time they texted was after the company’s Christmas dinner. He had spent the whole night criticizing her lack of elegance and how she’d never compare to you. That had you purring all night long and you guys had even left the party early

You couldn’t precisely pin point the moment where your husband had lost interest in your charms he had “fell in love with” a few years ago. All these dates spent exchanging jokes and debating passionately but also all these moments spent with intertwined limbs exchanging sweet nothings after a night of lovemaking.

But you could fucking pin point when and how you had ended up faking your own death and framing your fiancé and his bimbo for it. You sat in a long chair facing a lake with a cold breeze hitting your face softly. The place contrasted with how in messy your life had become. Your new life was nothing but peaceful, always watching behind your shoulder, making sure to never rise suspicions and making money was hard. Coping with your feelings felt harder though. So you made that choice.

A/N: PLEASE GIVE ME WRITTEN FEEDBACK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🏾

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exbf!nanami who still buys your favorite flower just to put it by his window, it’s a nice reminder of you.

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exbf!nanami who thinks he is being sneaky with his stare every time you walk into the same room as him. it’s on you, for being so beautiful.

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exbf!nanami who still leaves your side on his bed open, he believes that spot is yours forever

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exbf!nanami who still keeps your toothbrush next to his. he doesn't see it being thrown away anytime soon.

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exbf!nanami who places vitamins by your work desk when you’re not looking every time he sees you low on energy.

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exbf!nanami who finds himself humming to your favorite song as he's working. and no, it's definitely not because he's been playing in on repeat lately.

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exbf!nanami who still has your sweater in his wardrobe as he thinks, if you didn't ask about it, you don’t really need it back, right?

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exbf!nanami who can't bring himself to continue the series he likes so much because he first started it with you. it would be a betrayal, no?

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exbf!nanami who’s having a hard time remembering not to buy extra bread because you’re no longer there to eat it.

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exbf!nanami who now has to set the television’s volume way louder, to ease the newfound deafening silence ever since you left.

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exbf!nanami that keeps all the selfies you took in his phone, separate albums and all that. what? the photos app is meant to keep memories, isn't it?

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exbf!nanami who lives with the fact that letting you will always be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. considering his return to the sorceress world, he just wants to keep you away from it. as long as you’re safe, he will do anything.

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exbf!nanami who to this day still rereads the texts you’ve sent to him, your sweet words, all those random chatters. although why does it look a little blurry? oh it’s his tears.

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exbf!nanami who still loves you with all of him.

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exbf!nanami who promises that after shibuya’s incident all done and wrapped up, he swears to do anything within his power to be with you again.

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*shocked pikachu face*

Cheater ! Pt. 2

Content - MDNI, SUGGESTIVE, cheating, toxic exes, drunk Toji, cursing, Shoko + Shiu make an appearance

Characters - Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Geto

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yns turn to be toxic mwuehehe

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Amazing Y/N

You couldn't quite pin point when the situation had gotten away from you. The last year was unclear. It was all a blur in your memory. Work had taken such a big place in your life you had exhausted yourself and almost killed yourself in the process. It had taken a toll on all your relationships and mostly your romantic relationship with your 1 year fiancé Kento.

You couldn’t actually pin point it when you started gaining weight and stopped taking skincare too seriously. You weren’t as active because who has that kind of energy after working an executive position. You did become a little snappy but come on how hard was it to remember that you take your coffee with no sugar.

You couldn’t really pin point it. As you sat there with your face lit by the dim light of your soon to be husband’s phone in your hand. On the screen, multiple nude images of a young intern at your company. The first time they texted was after the company’s Christmas dinner. He had spent the whole night criticizing her lack of elegance and how she’d never compare to you. That had you purring all night long and you guys had even left the party early

You couldn’t precisely pin point the moment where your husband had lost interest in your charms he had “fell in love with” a few years ago. All these dates spent exchanging jokes and debating passionately but also all these moments spent with intertwined limbs exchanging sweet nothings after a night of lovemaking.

But you could fucking pin point when and how you had ended up faking your own death and framing your fiancé and his bimbo for it. You sat in a long chair facing a lake with a cold breeze hitting your face softly. The place contrasted with how in messy your life had become. Your new life was nothing but peaceful, always watching behind your shoulder, making sure to never rise suspicions and making money was hard. Coping with your feelings felt harder though. So you made that choice.

A/N: PLEASE GIVE ME WRITTEN FEEDBACK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🏾

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JJK tweets [pt. 2]

- keeping up with the jjk characters and their daily bs. 💕

pt. 1: here

contains: pure crack, fluff, mentions of stsg, au where everyone is alive and well

likes, reblogs and comments appreciated 🌸

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Crying throwing up dying

breakfast options — haikyuu, miya osamu x f!reader, neighbors au, set a little before the timeskip, just some soft fluffy fluff, 1.4k words

Miya Osamu wakes up to the early dawn light knowing two things.

One: That was the best sleep he's had in months.

Two: This is not his bed.

The sheets are softer — the bed is narrower and pushed up against a wall — and it smells like fresh laundry detergent when Osamu knows for a fact that he hasn't lugged his laundry to the machines downstairs in weeks.

This is not his bed. This isn't even his room or his apartment. The biggest, most obvious clue nuzzles into his chest and sighs.

Osamu's arm tightens around you automatically.

He's so fucked.

Your bare legs are pressed up against his own and you're so soft and warm and relaxed, breathing deeply in sleep, utterly unconcerned about the fact that your neighbor somehow got into your apartment and into your bed with you. Osamu can feel the barest sliver of skin beneath his fingers as your shirt rises and wonders how much his ma will yell at him for messing up this badly with you.

"Mm… 'Samu…?"

He's so fucked.

"Yeah?"

"Why're you awake?"

Osamu can't help the fond huff that escapes his lips and you bury your face further into his chest. He wonders if you can feel the taiko drum beat of his heart in your dreams.

You sniff and your fingers curl into his shirt. "Now I'm awake," you complain quietly, voice muffled in his chest. "Did you need to go to work or something? You seemed so tired last night. Sleep a lil' longer."

"Hey… did I… did I get the wrong door? Last night?" His voice is scratchy, but you don't seem to mind. You shiver a little in his hold and he automatically tugs you closer.

"Hmm…?" It takes a moment as you think through the sleep fog of your mind. Osamu can hear the distant click of your refrigerator humming and the chirp of birds waking up outside.

"You used your spare key and scared the heck out of me," you mumble, shoulders shaking as you snicker at the memory. Osamu wishes he could see your face — well, maybe not. His own cheeks are burning with mortification. "You were like a zombie, Miya-kun."

Something in his stomach swoops with disappointment at the return of honorifics. But — you still haven't untangled yourself from him, and you seem perfectly content to lay here with his arms around you, so maybe — ?

"Sorry 'bout that," he murmurs. "I musta been more wiped than I thought."

"You need to take care of yourself," you scold lightly, finally peeking up at his face. Your eyes widen when they meet his, and for some strange reason you immediately reach up to cover your mouth. Osamu's stomach clenches with hurt. It's not like he was planning on kissing you right now — not after practically breaking into your apartment and commandeering your bed.

And especially not if you don't want him to. Not if you're hiding from him like this.

"Sorry," you mumble. Your gaze feels intentional. Osamu wonders vaguely if he has drool on his cheek. "I don't want you to smell my morning breath."

It's silent for a moment. The two of you breathe in unison as Osamu stares down at you, incredulous, until you break the connection and bury your face in his chest again. "Oy."

"I'm going back to sleep."

That makes him laugh. His body jostles yours and you twist around defensively, nearly dislodging his hold onto he clamps his arm back around your waist. "Miya-kun," you mumble. He can hear the pout in your voice, even if he can't see it. "Let's go back to sleep."

"There's no way I'm fallin' back asleep like this," Osamu says.

"What's wrong?"

Nothing's wrong. This is everything he's wanted with you for the past few years, ever since he first saw you go wide eyed over the neighborly bento he held out to you, the delight in your huge grin only growing when you looked up and met his eye.

It's been days and months and years since then, time filled with fond teasing over textbooks, quiet secrets whispered over cups of coffee way too late at night, grocery shopping together and trying out gimmicky snacks that stained your lips blue. You're his neighbor, his friend, his staunch supporter.

His classmate, a few times, when your schedules aligned in university. His coworker, sometimes, when you volunteer yourself to help him with his stall at various events around the city.

But that's it. Or — that was it, until you started getting touchier and clingier and Osamu's hopes spiraled higher and higher.

"'Samu? Did you fall back asleep?"

Osamu presses his face into your hair. He can be weak just this once, right? It's still too early to confess — his business doesn't even have a storefront yet, he hasn't made a name for himself yet — and you deserve someone with all that and more.

"Nah," he says quietly, "I'm up."

"Don't get any ideas," you mumble sleepily. "I haven't had a man in my bed in years, so if I punch you later it's 'cause I forgot about last night."

This shouldn't make him so happy. He hides his smile in your hair. He's been so busy lately it's been hard trying to figure out if you've had anyone over, though your apartment has always only shown signs of one occupant. He didn't want to assume.

"Why didn't ya kick me out?"

"That'd be cruel and unusual," you scoff. Your fingers curl over his forearm before sliding to his hand. Osamu's breath catches for just a second as you begin playing with his fingers, seemingly oblivious to how the temperature beneath the blankets has ratcheted up several degrees.

"You can kick me out now, ya know," Osamu offers half heartedly. At least he can safely tell his ma that he tried.

You bring his hand up to your lips and his heart just about stops. Softly — so softly — you press a kiss to his palm and then his wrist, featherlight touches that have every nerve ending standing at attention. Osamu shifts his hips away guiltily, resisting the urge to press up into you, heart slamming back into rhythm at full force.

"You'd leave without having breakfast first?"

"You'd let me make ya breakfast?"

You bite the tip of his finger and he bites back a groan. "Do you always make your girls breakfast the morning after?"

Osamu frowns. He wants to see your face. "There's never been a girl or a morning after."

"Oh." You hum thoughtfully, pressing his fingertip to your lips, entirely unaware of the silent battle Osamu is waging against his own body behind you. "So I'll be the first?"

"You're the only one it's ever gonna be."

Stupid. Osamu can practically hear his twin yelling at him to just confess already.

He can feel the curve of your smile against his palm as you press another featherlight kiss there. "I'll keep waiting, then," you say quietly, voice muffled against his skin.

You shift and turn back to face him, putting a few precious inches between your bodies as you blink up at him in the slowly brightening light. Osamu can't help staring, memorizing the gentle curve of your smile and the softness in your sleepy gaze. His heart feels like it's threatening to burst out of his chest, joy expanding like bubbles in his ribcage.

"What d'ya want for breakfast?"

Your smile grows crooked.

"I want an omelet this time."

Osamu can feel his own lips tugging up in the corners. "And next time?"

"Hmm. How about a breakfast onigiri?"

A laugh escapes his lips and his grin only grows wider with your answering giggle. "I can do that for ya."

"What about a kiss?"

Your eyes are sparkling in the light and he — he wants to say "yes" — but then your expression falls and you hold up a hand suddenly. "Wait, I take that back," you explain quickly, "I need to brush my teeth first."

Osamu laughs. He tugs you closer, an arm heavy around your waist, anchoring you back into him even as you whine. "You're gonna hafta get used to this," he points out smugly.

You slap your hands over your mouth and glare halfheartedly at him. "No way."

"It's alright, darlin'," he says. You blink as his gaze steadies on yours. Osamu wonders if you have any idea that you look at him like this — like he's special, and deserving, and like you trust him with everything. He's tried for months now to pretend he doesn't see it, scared to get his hopes up too high, but now?

Now he hopes you'll always look at him like this. "I won't make you wait much longer."

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PTDRRRRRRRRR. Alors les goûts de merde qu’ils ont les frérot

in parallel universe, your favorite fictional character is real and you are fictional and he is reading fanfics about you, kicking his feet in the air and giggling.

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in parallel universe, your favorite fictional character is real and you are fictional and he is reading fanfics about you, kicking his feet in the air and giggling.

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She’s a ice cold b**ch (Pt2)

CW: Angst, confusion, suggestive but no NSFW.

But that would have to wait. As you were tossing to finally rest, you received a call and it wasn’t any call. The ID said Nekuroo. Very bad word play but you loved it and it made you giggle so hard when you found it. Kuroo and you had been messing around for a while now. You met in college where you first started as academic rivals and it slowly morphed into a “rivals with benefits”kind of situations? He was the only one who knew about your little tricks to keep people at arm length and saw right through what it was: bullshit. But he liked what y’all had and didn’t feel like rocking the boat. The phone rung twice before you get up and started rushing to the bathroom. The call was a heads up he was a few blocks away from your apartment. You took off your bonnet and your hydrating mask, heart breaking a little because that shit was too expensive to be wasted. As you you were brushing your hair and taking off your night guard you thought about how good Kuroo had been rocking your world and you couldn’t help but wonder why it had been happening less and less. Maybe was he here to end things with you? Maybe he had found someone who actually wants something other than REALLY GOOD sex and dinners on the days you weren’t too tired? The bell ringing brought you back to reality and you made your way to the door. When you opened you found the same smirk and knowing look on his oh so handsome face. “Hey pretty” “Hello stranger”. He closed the door behind him and what followed left you just as confused as you were after the Atsumu situation.

It had been a 3 days after your little slip up and you had been avoiding your favorite himbo like the plague. Obviously it’s not the most mature way to go about with things but you had no idea what those were so you stuck with your usual protocol. On the 4th day, as you got there earlier, you decided to lay out the equipment for everyone and arrange the training session of the day. As you were finishing the guys started to arrive closely followed by the coach. As you were taking a seat in the office overlooking the court, you got cornered by Atsumu who closed the door behind him. He stood there looking pretty annoyed and sad? “ I dont think you’re weak because you showed me you could be vulnerable.” You furrowed your eye brows.  HOW was he doing that?! Knowing exactly how you felt and how you were wired? So you just stood there. Looking at him with a stunned face. A few seconds later you were miraculously saved by Iwaizumi barging in the office to ask you about an important contract you had to sign and drag Atsumu out of your office to train. Exactly what you needed, a fucking breather after all these things…

As promised, part 2. I have to finish this in under 5 parts cause I can feel the quality of those just 📉. Please let me know in the comment if you enjoy these.

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She’s a ice cold B**ch

It took you a while to warm up to your new team. As the new and youngest manager of the MSBY Jackals, you had to prove yourself. You had to show the other manger and the coach that you were a serious candidate and the best pick for the team. You also had to juggle with getting along with the players. Being an introvert, it was hard at first but they weren’t too pushy and they were mostly down with keeping the relationship professional. Sure you were sometimes jealous of the team dinners you wouldn’t allow yourself to go to in fear of not belonging. Always giving out excuses to miss team building exercises. Polite answers to their questions on your private life. If you had to be honest you didn’t want to get attached or come out as needy. You were told throughout all your whole life that you were a cold bitch but hey you never got humiliated by anyone for showing too much interest and that’s what truly mattered to you. Dignity. And keeping it intact. That was until hurricane Miya hit you. Three blissful months of keeping your walls up and no one paying too much attention to you but the piss blond setter started forcing conversations with you more and more. You were a pro when it came to avoiding deep or personal conversations but Atsumu Miya had a knack for taking people by surprise. One minute you’re politely laughing at the pleasantries exchanged on the weather next he tells you he feels a responsibility to be successful at volleyball since his brother stopped playing and right after he’ll ask you who you think is hotter between him and Oikawa. At first it was funny. You’d just humor him by listening and giving back small answers. Until one day he actually got a genuine laugh out of you after a joke at the expense of Bokuto. It wasn’t even that funny. But it cheered you up after you had been yelled at by the coach for messing up paperwork. The problem is that you let out your realest ugliest laugh. And not only did it catch you off guard but Atsumu too. As you put your hand on your mouth apologizing his eyes widened “that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my whole life” he said with a smile. You quickly excused yourself after that. Later that night as you were in your bed, thinking back, it dawned you: you were developing the most cliche of crushes on Atsumu. You had to nip this in the bud immediately. You just had to figure out how.

Very self indulgent. Part 2 this week.💕

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