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"All I need is just 10 dollars... to save my son !"

Don't ask for the impossible…

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💔 Look into his eyes... Is it worth this pain

My little one has a severe skin disease, every moment that passes for him is difficult and painful... I am helpless in the face of his suffering.

️ ️ He needs urgent treatment before his condition worsens, and all I need now is a humanitarian pause .

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Help me treat my child ولو even for a small amount…

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So Obey Me is censored. Imagine Mc cusses a lot and the words are conveniently bleeped somehow.

Like imagine Mc says a cuss word and in that moment, Levi slams the door open, demanding his money back from Mammon, yelling at the top of his lungs, washing out anything Mc could have said.

Or Mc is in town with Solomon, angry about something, just cussing up a storm, and a train passes as the words are spilling out. Mc lets out a sigh and composes themselves just as the train in gone and Solomon just stares in bewilderment.

Bonus: Solomon wonders if the goes for him and decides to say a cuss word out loud in the middle of class. As he says the word, someone drops a book on the floor with a loud thud. Weird.

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I can't think of good examples right now, but anyone feel free to add to this.

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cuteness aggression w/ alhaitham

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Cute

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I can't get him out my head. But to be fair, he has always been there since 2017.

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W/o the camera overlay(?), filter(?)

I hate how insta keep compressing the quality of my posts.

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I hate how insta keep compressing the quality of my posts.

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He finally has a name. I'm usually terrible with naming.

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thinking about your blue-collar!husband who just can’t tell you no…

it's almost as if the word isn't in his vocabulary when it comes to you.

while he doesn't meant to over-do it, there's always something in him that just wants to make things happen, you know? wants to make you happy.

he blames his years of southern living. the culture and family that taught him that his woman should never have to work a day in her life. that all she should worry about is enjoying life— the life he provides for her as a labor of his love.

he watched his daddy do it; deliver his mother fresh flowers in the morning with a kiss on her head and his wallet on the table. before that, it was his grandfather and the ranch he built from scratch to appease his picky woman. even saw some of the chivalry his great grandfather showed in the little ways he still could, like with a new pearl necklace or fur coat on an occasion.

it was their duty as men to provide. especially as men smitten with their wives.

this is how you found yourself with boxes and boxes of gifts underneath the christmas tree, each one wrapped was with delicate touches and care. the gifts consisted of things you’d obsessed over once upon a time or maybe mentioned once in passing. it was all the same to him, though. you wanted it? he got it.

it was how you found yourself on your knees on a sunday, passing him tools as he installed new shelves and displays in your walk-in closet. you already had a vanity, a wardrobe, and as many dressers as one could imagine, but you’ve never been a light shopper. once your bags started collecting in neat piles along your room, he’d gotten a clue. all it took was a simple “honey, do you think you could do this for me?” and he’d clear his schedule.

it was how you tried nearly every restaurant in your fast-paced city. the high-brow, low-brow, and hole in the wall places, too. if he thought you’d like it then that’s exactly where he’d take you. he loved seeing you melt as you found a new dish you enjoyed. he loved how you always gathered some of your food and brought it to his lips in an effort to get him to try it. so what if the two of you ordered the same thing? your’s tastes a little different!

it was how he winded up with your name tattooed across his chest, the word carved into him in a way he simply relished in. you didn’t even have to ask for it, no, and he was in no rush to tell you either. but, he wears it as proudly as he does his wedding band— just another reminder of his devotion to you.

it was how, in the midst of a heated moment of passion, you saw that tattoo. how you halted your grinding on top of him with a racing mind and hooded eyes, locked in on the black, beautiful cursive your name rested in. how your left hand came to rest on it, and for a few short seconds, it met your wedding ring. how you really, truly came to believe that your man is so much more than head over heels for you.

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(o´3`o)ﾉ🍔

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I kept thinking of "that one keaya edit" while drawing this.

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"私はあなたプレゼントです"

I have you're signature weapon and yet you didn't come home ;(

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The second reason why I started playing

the game (The first reason was Kaeya)

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He's a lil stupid but that's okay, he's hot.

He does not have a name since, unfortunately I am very bad at names.