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IM BEGGING PLEASE UPDATE THE CUMBERSOME THINGY ITS THE BEST POC X LEON KENNEDY I’VE READ

I’m so happy you like it really, I’ll be updating it in the next month, and most likely more consistently for the rest of this year as I’ve been so busy since the last update!! <3

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A distress call from a family trapped in Gaza to stay alive

We need you to spread our story to the world.

I am Diaa Ayyad from Gaza, I joined my sisters ( @asmaayyad , @esraayyad14, @samaayyad15 ) So that we can collect donations as soon as possible so that we can leave Gaza when the Rafah crossing reopens.

In this difficult time. The past 11 months of displacement and famine have exacerbated our suffering and unbelievable difficulties. We have used all the sad words to describe the situation we have reached, but these words were not enough. The scale of the tragedy and suffering is much greater than what you may have seen on social media.

My family lost their home and I also lost my home which I had prepared to get married and settle down in with my life partner.

My supportive friends, you can support my family either by donating or sharing our campaign link with others so that the goal is reached sooner, please help us.

We are very tired and no one is looking at us. Please help us. If you can't donate, share the account.

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I appeal to you with all the pain and suffering we have endured after 10 months of war in Gaza. Our homes have been destroyed, our dreams have disappeared, and my family lives in constant fear. We are facing an endless nightmare, and I need your help to protect my family and bring hope back to our hearts. Through my campaign link

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #356 )✅️

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just watched gladiator 2 and emperor caracalla was soooo hot🫠🫠🫠

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Great Article about Gazans Campaigns

Bethany F. Brengan an experienced Freelance Writer and Editor shared a great Free "friend link" to her most recent Medium article, published by ILLUMINATION, entitled How Can I Help Gazans Without Falling for a Scam?

She mentioned my GFM campaign as an Example of a GoFundMe Campaign’s Green Flags of scientific researcher, mother, and medical professional, with reliable justifications.

Enjoy readind the atteached article and please consider donation or at least sharing with your community 🤍💚🖤💖

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hello kitty x algae

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summer wishlist: ozempic, boyfriend with dreamy eyes, a desire to live

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Cat with her Kittens (1913) by Julius Adam; Julius Anton Adam

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When all the leaks suggest Chris or Leon is the protagonist of RE9.

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baddie baddie baddie

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it’s actually so much work to be making a fanfic of re2 when there’s so much stuff that happens and so much detaiilllll🙃

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NEVER OVER S.GOJO

synopsis: you think back to your and gojo’s relationship, where you’d been together for a while, but your mental issues were causing a toxic pattern, and most of that was your own doing. you look back at the end.

warnings/detail: angst, depression, mentions and abusive behaviour from mc, no fluff😅

it was painful sure.

That’s whatever you thought to yourself as you lingered on your romantic past.

Actually it was nothing, if not just pain.

That you caused. And it sprouted deeply in your rotten heart, you were doomed from the start. Spite and insecurity pumped it’s way around your tired body, looking at the world was like looking at emptiness.

There was just so much disconnect.

Your parents pretty much destroyed you, as a kid, beaten for every wrongdoing, words of disgust berated to you nearly daily as if your life wasn’t a reminder enough that you were useless. What the fuck were you actually thinking??

Dating these men who you knew you might hurt, having faith that you’d actually be ‘good’.

Not like your parents right??

Silence for days. Random hatred. Occasionally nice, then discomfort.

Multiple guys, you did this to all of them. Even when they’d be crying, begging you to listen.

It wasn’t enough for you, their efforts and time was wasted.

Especially him..

White hands, soft and familiar, hesitantly grasped onto one of your hands, brown and etched with some with scars.

There was nothing to describe his beauty, no words truly enough.

Blue eyes simply moved, their own will, striking and intimidating. His snow kissed lashed fluttered, worried.

White, perfect white, hair, was styled cutely and messily in a way that flattered him. He was always just beautiful.

You glanced at his glossy red lip, curled under his unreal white teeth, pressed down.

He didn’t deserve this.

“Hey sweetheart, what-what’s wrong “

Sweetheart. Your punishment was just.

His voice, usually confident and clear, turned fragile and careful. Satoru was meant for more than this, he was meant for exchangeable love, which was stifled by you.

“I don’t think this is good for you anymore”, you said bluntly and rushed.

You remember your eyes feeling heavy, you were only glancing at him before, but now you couldn’t even look into his loving eyes.

Head hung in shame, you slowly took your dirty hand off of his, your body, you were rotten.

It almost felt disrespectful to touch someone so unlike you, a person who who just radiated life.

A disease, it felt like that's all you were.

He had to go and get away from you, unless he wanted his life to slip away from him, on worrying about you.

His hand froze, looking whiter, if that was even possible.

Your eyes were dry, painful, and your mouth watered.

You felt ill. It’s necessary though.

“Uhh what..uhm”

It wasn’t easy. You loved Satoru, so so much.

Hands, stroking your lower back in bed, tingly. Sharing your problems while watching the night sky. Laughing with you while cuddling on grassy hills.

He made you feel like you were the only woman he ever knew.

Listening to him quietly open up about his past, painful, it was ever so painful. Even as he spoke about it, he was so gentle, he managed to keep composed.

In a way he provoked jealousy into you.

Why couldn’t you be like him??

He had gone through so much, yet he still managed to find happiness in so much, and smile in pain.

It was really pathetic though, you couldn’t even keep your spite away from the man you loved.

“You’re joking right?”

“No”

Your head kept low, squeezing your eyes shut as you let him go.

“It doesn’t make sense. I-I don’t get it?”

His voice was wavering.

You looked up at him, he was dressed comfortably, used to being around you. Finger twisting his ring, he was stressed out.

It hurt so bad.

“This is not good for you Satoru. I love you but you aren’t meant for a life like this, this relationship is not good.”

Your depression had gotten a lot worse. It felt like you weren’t really there most days. Your past haunted you, more often then usual.

The last time you went out with Gojo and his friends, you were reminded of a version of him only you see. He looked happy, laughing and telling mad stories about himself.

It felt like you didn’t compare to him.

You didn’t really know his friends well either, so you sort of faded, though Satoru still sat by your side, as you knew he always would.

A sense of belonging lacked in your life.

Just small elements of your life twisted and mixed together, those bad moments of pure insecurity just add up.

Then you went silent. He’d try to come over, or he’d text you.

Knocking at your front door, you could hear his quivering voice, begging you to answer.

But you shot excuses at him, using the door to distance yourself from his love, instead basking in pathetic misery.

Then after a couple of days, you grew hatred.

When you thought about your times with him, the bunny teddy bears on your bed, some of his clothes you’d find.

It was hate for it all, hate for his love, hate for how forgiving he was, it just didn’t make sense.

Then, you’d let him back.

Whether it was a phone call or a text, he always came, hugging you as soon as the door opened.

The man would be upset for a little while, you could see his appearance was not good, he probably lost sleep.

But it would always end up with him, back in your arms, humming in affection.

It would happen, this abusive cycle, over and over again.

This time it’d been a long while, nearly a month of no contact, well no physical contact anyway, he tried so many times.

But you invited him over tonight, and when you opened the door, it wasn’t good. His under eyes were tainted with purple dark circles, the eyes of his eyes were bloodshot. The skin of his lips were chapped, mouth pulled into a slight frown at the sight of you.

He looked gorgeous and dishevelled, you’d ruined him.

So as you talked to him tonight, apologising for the blackout which he of course eventually accepted, you could see the pain that had lingered still.

You sat him on your sofa, guilt causing your stomach to hurt.

It was time to let him go tonight.

“What the fuck are you even saying? Is it someone else or what?”

Anger with pain was what you saw in his contorting face, his chest wearing a loose black t shirt started to rise up and down aggressively.

His white eyebrows were pressed together, eyes pleading for answers as he met yours.

“No, it’s- I just…I need you to live your life”

“What?? I’ve been living my life?”

“You haven’t though have you? It’s always this same routine of me hurting you, and you just come back anyway. I’m sorry Satoru, I’ve been cruel and evil and you deserve more”

His pale skin creased around his eyes, glossy with tears he seemed to struggle to hold back.

Long fingers twisted his rings on his fingers, he was evidently stressed.

You wanted to hold his hands, or hug him as he stared at you, as if you’d stabbed him in the back.

But you couldn’t, you had to watch him crumble and hurt.

You were hurting him again, just like you did oftenly, except this time it would be the end of it.

“It’s okay! Trust me Y/n, I can take it, I’ll do better to help you, please, I just..”

Satoru became sloppy, stumbling over his words as he tried to cling on, eyes darting around the room but then onto you. You noticed his slight movement towards you on the couch, like he was attached to you, but you moved away from him, trying to emphasise the breakup.

“Gojo please. You aren’t my saviour, you’re meant to be my boyfriend. I thank you for your help, you have tried so hard and I really do love you”

You were really struggling to not cry. It didn't seem fair on him for you to be upset, as you were the one causing his suffering.

“So why are you doing this to me if you love me? Why hurt me like this.”

He stood up, rubbing the back of his head frustratedly. The tone of his voice was weak now, like he was struggling for breath.

“It’s the best for you. I know I will hold you back in life Satoru.”

Gojo turned himself around swiftly, facing you as you stood.

The corner of his mouth was pushing down, under eyes pushed up in rage.

“It’s the best for me, yeah? Being pushed away from the person I love, because she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore is the best?”

Your eyes cast down at the floor, accepting his act of anger towards you. The look on his face was foreign to you, almost you were someone he hated.

“I know that…that it’s hard and that I’m being mean. I wouldn’t be upset if you hated me, Satoru Gojo. I just need you to know that you’re beautiful and you’re kind, and you know me so well. But you’re too kind to see my damage.”

A pained scoff left his lips as he picked up his coat, walking away from your babbling self.

You followed him, only to be met by another swift turn, finger pointing at you, while he sniffled softly.

“You’ve always been soo, just so poetic, yeah? You’re telling me all this nonsense so that you can move on and bid me bye. And even-even though you’ve struggled, it’s fine. It’s fine. I don’t know why you don’t get that. That’s what love is okay!”

He immediately started to walk towards the front door after his spout of emotions. Your steps were slower in following him, your heart was being stepped on, and you knew it was deserved.

“Satoru-”

“Don’t even try to Satoru me, Y/n. I’m not yours to play with.”

His voice was laced with sudden spite. The fact that he felt so strongly by you only saying his first name showed his feverous love, showing how much you meant to him.

Each foot slid into his shoes, sniffing through his red tipped nose , sounding blocked.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled now in fear of harming him more “I’ll stop.”

A tense hand gripped the door knob in anticipation. He was still standing there, like you were meant to give him permission to go.

Bloodshot blue eyes met yours for a final time, once he turned around.

His cologne, his dear voice, his words of love. And so much more.

All about to leave.

He stared at your face, studying your features like he was trying to remember them, as if he’d forget.

“I don’t even hate you. I want to say I do but I don’t. I hate the way you’ve hurt me though, so much. Maybe your right when you said you’re evil.”

The last sentence caused a shot of pain to flow through your spine, his expression was nasty now, he spat out his last words.

Quickly opening the door and pushing himself out, slamming it immediately.

You stood there, tears dotted around your wooden floor, staring at the closed door.

Your nose blocked, eyes sore with tears, lip quivering.

His cologne lingered, and you sniffed, missing him already even though you tried to hard not to.

He’d been such a big part of your life for the past few years, you had an attachment to him.

He took a part of you when he left, and all that was your doing.

notes : I love satoru gojo. that’s all

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There are literally fascist jackboots marching through the streets of London rioting outside government buildings demanding to "take their country back" from Muslims, the rise of the far right is directly connected to the rise of islamophobia caused by mass misinformation on social media, British media rhetoric surrounding the war in gaza and bigoted morons like Tommy Robinson.

It is vital that our communities unite against this rising tide of fascism like they did against Moseley and his Blackshirts in order to protect our most vulnerable people.

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CUMBERSOME PASTS L.S.KENNEDY

synopsis: you return home from a trip, to be met with a horrific situation, and end up meeting one of your old 'horrific situationship'- your ex boyfriend- Leon S. Kennedy.

PART 3

It was baffling that you could even recall how you met each other, you’re confident you just blocked most memories of your relationship with him to avoid the pain of thinking about how it ended. Standing up dizzily from that bin, you became in dire need of alcohol. It became a slight habit after breaking up with him and being disowned by your parents.

You could hear Leon talking to someone else in the room, hearing a concerned voice lowly sat

“She alright?”, coming from a voice you didn’t recognise.

Which was followed with silence, presuming he answered with his face instead.

Your legs felt a little sluggish as you walked over to Leon, and a police officer who seemed very injured. The man’s brown skin was paling, blood marks staining his shirt as well as his bloodied hand. The beating of your heart increased at the sight, he needed help, and quick. Which was ironic as you needed help too.

No matter how hard you wanted to deny it, you were becoming really sick, and if you didn’t get some type of medical care. It looked bad.

But that also made you acutely aware of your injury, deciding to zip up your jacket to conceal it. It was worse enough having it, but letting people know you’re weaker know like Leon, would make it horrible.

“I’m Y/n L/n” All you could do was offer him a smile, trying to act like you weren’t just heaving your guts out.

“Marvin Branagh, you doing ok?”

As tired as he seemed, the injured man offered you a little smile, reminding you to show a little emotion of your own.

“Yeah I’m, I’m good, just don’t do totally well with the guts and everything”

It was a lie, but not an unbelievable one. He didn’t need to know you were injured if he was too.

He nodded in agreement, glancing at Leon while doing so.

In your head you were debating just leaving, even though you’d probably have a better chance at surviving with these two, it was just too mentally torturing.

You nefariously felt like dying was better than spending this night trying to survive with Leon.

The thought genuinely made you shiver.

You subtly shook your head in disbelief. What was wrong with you?? Marvin was injured, he needed help.

“Ok Lieutenant , I’m ready”

Leon suddenly moved forward after meddling with his outfit you realised what it was, an RPD outfit?

That brought you back to your original question as to why the fuck he was there? Maybe Marvin had given him the uniform for protection, that idea comforted you more than the other one.

The scratchy tone of his voice had changed, it sounded a lot more mature, resonant.

It made you realise how long it had been.

“Hopefully the..,” The bloodied man glanced at you, which caused you to shuffle forward a little, trying to make sure he didn’t have to bend his neck so far.

He gripped a small notepad in his hand, you noticed.

“two of you’ll be able to find a way out of this station. That officer you met earlier- Elliot. He thought this secret passageway might do the trick”

Marvin handed Leon the notebook, which he held with his gloved hands, letting out a grunt of pain in the process.

This guy wanted you to team up with him?

Him announcing it made it all real and that’s when the panic hit in. Maybe you could grab a glance at the notebook, then leave them alone.

Or just leave anyway.

“Uhm, sir with all due respect, I think I’m gonna go now. If I meet anyone that can come back to help you, I’ll definitely ask them to!”

Your face was already apologetic, biting your inner cheek, but you were being truthful.

The heels of your boots were ready to swivel to leave before you heard something.

A slight scoff was thrown out into the air. You already knew what to do, tilting your head to glare at the blonde haired man, who didn’t even offer his gaze back, obnoxiously staring at the book instead.

The audacity of him to already hold such attitude even at a time like this. You hadn’t even said hello to him. It wasn't like him to stoop to such childishness, but you'd broken up so long ago that maybe he'd changed, and for the worse.

“Y/n, as you’ve been able to come from outdoors, undamaged, you already know how soon it’ll be that something happens. Trust me. I don’t know what happened between you and this young man here, but you’ll need all the help you get, even if it’s from your enemy.”

He sighed stiffly once done, looking at you with a familiar expression of pain, most likely from his injury.

The few curls that dangled in front of your face, failing to be held back by your now loose slick back, shook a little as you dropped your head in thought. You squinted your dry, messy mascara-d eyes for a second at the searing pain as you lifted your head up, hoping he passed it as slight annoyance. All the sides of your head pounded in a deceptively warm tingly pain, warning you.

The pack of stolen painkillers that was am you could from a looted medicine store was sitting in your jacket pocket, at least you had something to soothe the pain. Although you had to try and find some first aid protection, like bandages, or even spray.

"Alright, I hear you.”

It was bittersweet, Marvin’s berate sounded so similar to listening to your dad lecture you, he even looked like him a little ironically I. Except you knew Marvin had the best in mind for you, your father on the other hand wouldn’t have.

“This is good news, we can get you to a hospital.” Leon had a hopeful glint in his dark blue eyes, looking over the hunched over man.

At least he had the same idea as you. It was hard to not notice how he had consciously put an effort in at avoiding to look at you, throughout the whole of the conversation. How nice.

“No- no I am not the priority here”

You felt your heart drop at his suggestion, opening your mouth eagerly to detest. He wanted to be left behind?

“Lieutenant, I’m not just gonna leave you here-“

Leon had already beaten you to it, protesting in that same tone you heard whenever he spoke to higher authorities.

“I’m giving you an order, rookie! You save yourself first.”

The man turned his gaze between the both of us, still clutching his side.

It was hard not to flinch at the sudden raise of his usual level voice, you could tell he was trying to be harsh to get his message across. Clearly he didn't feel want to be harsh though, as way as you watched his blood splattered fist, clench then unclench.

He was insane right?

Leon stepped back slightly, which you understood.

“Marvin-“ It wasn’t right to leave him here, when help could be found, even if it was a bad situation, it wasn't fair for him to put himself second. So you spoke out.

“I’d come with you both but I’d just slow you down.”

The man held your gaze, showing his sincerity in those struggling eyes of his.

Defiance was still rumbling within you, but in a sense you understood now. It was a sacrifice he decided to make, the least that could be done was giving him the option in the first place.

“Now…you’ll need this”

You watch Marvin hand Leon his knife you presumed, which saddened you. He really doesn’t have the power not energy to attempt to leave.

It was hard to watch so you turned away, deciding to look through some of the drawers at the station, before you had to go.

Tears glistened in your eyes like rainwater hitting dry land as you pulled some ammo from a random metal drawer in a messy desk. The whole day felt overwhelming.

As you had the chance, you pulled out the pack of pain relief, popping 3 pills into your mouth and dryly swallowing them down.

Even if you found water, it wasn’t worth risking infection.

It was the right moment to take a pause before facing what you were about to face. You could feel your hands threaten to shake as you took a couple of unsteady breaths, closing your eyes in an attempt to stay calm. The amount of emotions and pain you were in was overwhelming, but the nerves were something you always struggled with. Although you reminded yourself that now wasn’t the time to freak the fuck out.

A firm clear of the throat caused you to turn your head, which you immediately regretted, feeling a tear of pain as you strained yourself a little.

Leon stood idly, he moved his low eyes from yours, down to your torso then he suddenly turned away, expression remaining blank as always throughout his whole inspection. A sense of resentment radiated of him when he had his critical glare on you, but what irritated you the most was his lack of shame or embarrassment.

Oh he was unbearable.

He turned away heading towards a shuttered doorway, indicating it was time to move out.

You decided to say bye to Marvin, walking carefully over to him and thinking that it would hopefully not your last word to him.

“See you later, Marvin”

The creases under your eyes lifted up to show a little bit of hope, while he looked at you lifting his eyebrows weakly.

“Stay safe y/n, and uh..”

“Yep?” Your eyebrows scrunched a little in question.

“You really should get that situation on your side sorted out, if you don’t want to end up like me.”

He knew.

The knowing twinkle in his eyes looked sympathetic after a second as he gazed over you. A small part of your heart was soothed to hear that weirdly. It might’ve been the only expression of worry for you from anyone that you’d heard in months. Even from your boss at the bar you’d worked at here, the ‘Star and Duke’, didn’t care if you’d fallen down a flight of stairs unless you couldn’t work.

It was cruel that the world decided to show it now, and by a good man that was at risk of a painful fate.

You bit your dry lip before quietly mumbling out a weak,

“I’ll try”, looking him in the eyes while doing so.

Marvin nodded , turning his face away while tightening his hand on his side, hissing in pain.

A shroud of doom sat in you, as you walked over to Leon in your heavy boots.

What if you died in this city tonight? You’d never be able to go back to travel the world like you’d planned to, or start a family like you’d dreamed of..

Life must’ve been laughing at you too, Leon was the man you thought you’d do all those things with at some point in your life. And, how was that going?

The beep of the button to open the door made you blink away those thoughts. Right now, you had to focus on surviving, there was no point lingering on the negative outcomes.

Leon already had his gun out ready, so you followed in unison, preparing for the horrors awaiting as you walked behind him,

He was like a stranger to you now, you thought, as you studied his unfamiliar tense figure.

The obvious resentment he felt towards you just caused the cloud of pessimism in your mind to darken.

Would he even care if you died in there? In a sense the whole situation was karma towards you, and maybe that worsening wound was too.

notes: guys the injury I described is pretty bad but Marvin survived a day with a similar injury to it. Y/n can do this!!😭 also this chapter kinda sucks bum, but the juice is coming quick from now! Prepare for action ehehe‼️

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small intro ^_^

I’m called hansi!! I’m a writer here, as well as ao3, and wattpad (we don’t talk about wattpad 😕).

This whole blog should be remastered soon, everything is sort of out of place. I have my master list as my main point of organisation, feel free to send requests in. I do not do:

anything like !ncest, minor aging up (which is just coveted ped!philia in my opinion🙃), dubcon, or any extreme kinky stuff.

I myself am not a big smut writer so it’s mostlyyy fluff and angst lmao. Don’t be shy to drop me a follow!!!

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Why is it so normalised to make smut about minors and just aging up up purely to write SMUT?!?!?!? i saw a megumi smut drabble, out of all the hot ADULT jjk characters??...all of you guys, JAIL!