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hudaffam · 2 months ago

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🌑DARKNESS, DEATH, STARVATION 🌑

Since October 7th, we are suffering and facing all shades of death and pain, we are trying to save our lives by all means.

First, we have displaced four times until now, then I have lost my first child, then we have lost our only source of energy which is our solar panel. It’s too dark at night. We have to buy a new panel which will cost us more than $1500. You are our only hope to get it please 🙏

Donate and share please as much as you can 🙏💔

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hudapalestine · 13 days ago

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From Starvation to Displacement💔🍉🇵🇸

Khan Younis: A City of Displacement and Hunger🇵🇸🍉

Khan Younis… a city overwhelmed by displacement, suffocating under the weight of tents and silent screams.Families fleeing from one danger into another, with nothing but broken dreams and borrowed blankets.

Children are starving. Mothers spend the day searching for crumbs. Fathers are shadows of themselves, carrying pain they can’t express. No clean water. No food. No medicine.

This is not a page from history — this is now. In Khan Younis. In the dust and mud, among torn tents and empty pots.

Hunger is the only language left. The cries are loud, even if the world has stopped listening.

Please, don’t turn away. Every share, every donation can help.

@appsa @sar-soor @sayruq @stuckinapril @heritageposts @neptunerings @feluka-blog-blog @malcriada @queerstudiesnatural @rizzyluke @determinate-negation

#all eyes on palestine #palestine fundraiser #free gaza #free palestine #gaza genocide #gaza strip #gazaunderattack #save gaza #khan younis #save palestine

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hudaworlds · 1 month ago

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Happy Easter Holiday All🇵🇸

Happy Easter my friend, while children around the world celebrate Easter, here in Gaza we are starving to death and our children are being killed in cold blood. My firstborn was killed and here we are waiting to die from famine, scarcity of food resources and high prices. Make your Easter special by donating even a small amount so I can provide food for my family.

Donate 30$ to be able to get food for my family please 🙏

@appsa @sar-soor @sayruq @stuckinapril @heritageposts @neptunerings @feluka-blog-blog @malcriada @queerstudiesnatural @rizzyluke @determinate-negation

#easter holidays #easter #free gaza #free palestine #1950s #911 abc #save palestine #i stand with palestine #palestine gfm

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palestines-world · 3 months ago

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My baby died 🥺💔

‏Our child died 🥹💔💔 because of the toxic gases resulting from the bombing and the lack of food, now we suffer from sadness and pain, help me to leave the country of war and provide a safe environment for my family

💔🥹🥹

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#palestine gfm #all eyes on palestine #baby animals #free gaza #gaza #gaza genocide #gaza strip #gazaunderattack #i stand with palestine #palestine #save palestine #help gaza #save gaza #gaza gofundme #gaza fundraiser #gaza gfm #gaza ceasefire #stray kids

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gazacitizen · 2 months ago

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We haven’t had bread for days… The war on Gaza continues, the blockade is suffocating us, and bakeries have completely shut down. The situation is beyond tragic—children, families, everyone is starving. We need every voice, every bit of support, every share to make the world hear our cry. Please don’t ignore our suffering.

We are literally dying. !

@appsa @sar-soor @sayruq @stuckinapril @heritageposts @neptunerings @feluka-blog-blog @malcriada @queerstudiesnatural @rizzyluke @determinate-negation

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jangmi-latte · 11 months ago

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//kalim ssr sultanate groovy spoilers +++ some ch.9 ep 7 spoilers

two of our light magic users are crying in their alternative ssrs. i'm awaiting silver's version because despite them being optimistic and being the charismatic students they are, they still hold resentment and desires that they wish not to possess but crave to accept.

rook wants to accept that vil and neige will never work together as a team or be friends in general despite his desires telling him that this is what he yearns to see. he accepted their differences and has to 'kill' this dream of his hence he pointed an arrow at two of the people he learned to admire and love. in the end, his happiness still lays in what true.

kalim only wishes to befriend jamil but his dream showcases another jamil. only to realize this jamil is fake and goes against his said desires and accepts the real jamil for who he is. "i only want to be friends with the real jamil" and accepted the betrayal jamil did to him. reality check, he real talked jamil and beat him up HASHHAH THE LADIES ARE FIGHTING BABES THEY'RE BEATING EACH OTHER UP ASUJKDHULIAHSDCN

ALSO VIL STOP SCREAMING

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #scarabia #pomefiore #rook hunt #jamil viper #kalim al asim #PLEASE THEM BEATING EACH OTHER UP ON SCREEN IS SO FUNNY #MEANWHILE WE'RE JUST WATCHING THEM BEAT EACH OTHER UP AISUDHUIF #THEY'RE ALSO YELLING AT EACH OTHER #I LOVE THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT GO KALIM BEAT HIM UP #ALSO??? JAMIL SCREAMING HIS OWN SIDE WHILE THROWING PUNCHES AT KALIM GO JAMIL ASDHHAHSDHJ #kalim's weak?? MY ASS LOOK AT HIM LITERALLY THROWING PUNCHES HJASHJDBHJA

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lvrrgirlll · 5 months ago

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Bang Bang, Kiss Kiss

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Synopsis: you meet Patrick Zweig at a disco club in 1974…what happens from there is a blur

Pairing: 70s!Patrick Zweig x 70s heiress/socialite/partygirl!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: nsfw, smut, p in v, fem reader, implied unprotected sex, some fluff, tiny bit of angst at the end if you squint, hastily proofread

Notes: Very excited to have written this and to be getting it out! I honestly have soooo many different ideas when it comes to 70s Patrick lol, this is just one! As always, enjoy <3

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The year was 1974.

You were an NYU student, an heiress to the biggest tennis racket manufacturer in the country, and an avid party girl. That’s why you were currently in the Bang Bang Lounge on a Saturday night, dancing to groovy disco music with your platform heels on.

As the lights reflecting off the large disco ball at the center of the room cascaded down your body, bathing you in a waterfall of colors, you unknowingly caught the attention of a very important tennis player.

Swaying to the rhythm, completely unaware of you surroundings, the man approached you. “Hey,” he offered coolly. His words broke you from your somewhat drunken, disco fueled stupor, leaving you a bit in awe of his good looks as he stood tall before you. He didn’t look like the type of guy to be in a disco club…

“Hi,” you voiced back confidently, still swaying here and there. It seemed to him that for you to stop dancing or smiling must’ve been near impossible.

“I like your moves,” he said with a charming smirk. He eyed you up and down before letting out a light whistle, which told you it wasn’t just your moves he liked. Before you could ask if he wanted to dance, he leaned in a little closer, whispering in your ear: “You wanna get outta here?” He looked at you again, eyes scrunching as that devilish smirk painted his lips again.

“Sure,” you smiled, nodding your head and reaching for his hand.

To your surprise, he didn’t immediately try to take you home, or go home with you for that matter. The two of you actually ended up at a 24 hour record shop.

“Oh you’ve got to have heard this one,” he asks through quirked brows as he holds up The Doors’ self titled album.

“Well, of course, I wasn’t born yesterday. Just not my thing,” you shrug, flipping through the records opposite him. “See this,” you exclaim, holding up ABBA’s new album ‘Waterloo’, “this is music!” At that, he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Sure babe, that’s like that stuff they play in the clubs,” he said dismissively, but somehow with that same sweet charm as before.

“And what’s wrong with that? You were in a club not too long ago…” you muse, trying to figure him out. It dawned on you as you filed through records that you didn’t know anything about this guy…you didn’t even get his name. And he doesn’t have yours.

“The clubs are kind of obnoxious, I mean, a great time and all, ‘ya meet pretty girls like you…but man, that music is something else…” he shakes his head with a chuckle, but stiffens a bit when he looks up and notices the serious stare you’re giving him. “What?”

“What’s your name,” you ask plainly.

“Oh- Oh! Shit, I’m sorry, Patrick- uh, Patrick Zweig,” he replies a bit flustered, smiling cutely at you.

“Nice to meet you Patrick,” you extend your hand to shake his, ever the lady your parents raised you to be. When you tell him your name, his ears perk up.

“Y- your last name…it wouldn’t be as in…the tennis rackets? Would it?” You merely nodded in response. “I play tennis,” he then exclaimed excitedly.

“Oh, that’s nice,” you say sort of dismissively, smiling, confused at his enthusiasm to tell you that.

“No, no, baby, I’m a professional tennis player. Top 100 in the world right now,” he brags, slinking his arm around your body to walk through the record store closer to you. You can practically feel the electricity between you two; the chemistry is undeniable and it’s getting harder and harder to walk around this record store like you don’t want to just completely jump this guy’s bones! So what if he doesn’t like disco? He’s hot as hell!

“Oh, so you’re like…successful?” You were playing dumb. You wanted to see just how much he’d talk himself up.

“You could say that…” he gave you a crooked smile, leaning into you just a little bit. The record store was feeling stuffy all of a sudden, and you both knew it was time to move along. “So,” he turned to you, then, with a curious expression “your place or mine?”

That’s how you ended up making out with him in the plush conversation pit of your penthouse apartment that your trust fund funded. You were straddling his lap, on top of him, holding tightly to his shoulders to brace yourself as you kissed him passionately. His fingers carded through your perfectly styled hair as he kissed away all the remaining lipstick you had so carefully swiped on only hours ago. “God, you’re perfect baby,” he smiled up at you in between kisses. You giggle lightly, rolling your eyes and feigning humility, which only turned him on more. One thing about Patrick Zweig, he loved a woman as confident as him.

You broke the kiss not soon after, sitting up and reaching for the zipper on the side of your dress. You removed the sparkly little number, leaving Patrick sighing, his eyebrows knitting together as if he was hopeless beneath you. When you were finally bare in front of him, he could only look at you with the dopey expression of a man completely whipped. “Thank God for women’s liberation,” he mused cockily, as you eagerly began unbuttoning the few buttons that were still buttoned up on his shirt. His hands were positioned comfortably behind his head as he watched you take action. He eventually moved to help you, though, reaching for the buckle of his belt. Both of your breath was ragged, overcome with desire and anticipation, as well as exhaustion from the fervor of your kisses. That didn’t stop either of you, though.

Finally, he pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his thick cock springing free and hitting his stomach just a bit. He was big. At the sight of him, you let out a soft, surprised (maybe even nervous) “oh.” He could see the blush creeping up on your cheeks as you wondered inside how he would even fit.

“Don’t worry baby,” he smiled, caressing your cheek with his calloused knuckles. “You’ve got this, yeah?” He looked up at you, expecting nothing and hoping for everything. Somehow, in a partygirl he met at a disco club, Patrick had found the angel to answer all his prayers. You nodded in response, smiling at him before your hand reach for him, pumping slowly before lining him up at your entrance. As you sank down onto him, he could feel your warm walls squeezing him while you felt filled beyond belief. “Fuck,” he gasped, throwing his head back. It took a moment to adjust to his size; you sat atop him, holding onto his shoulders and breathing steadily, before you began to pick yourself up and down. You rode him like a champion, both giving and taking pleasure as you moaned together in ecstasy. He held you to him, his hips snapping to meet yours with faster, harder thrusts as your bodies pressed together.

“F- fuck, Patrick, please, don’t stop,” you whined, eyes screwing shut as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach tighten.

“Could…never stop. You’re too good,” he murmured back breathlessly as he took over entirely, your body growing weak as your high came closer.

“Oh! Patrick, I’m gonna cum, mmm, I need to cum,” you whimpered in his ear, so fucked out you were like a rag doll on top of him. It was hard enough to piece together a coherent thought.

“Do it baby, cum for me, please,” he said with an earnest sincerity that almost caught you by surprise for a mere hookup. As your climax washed over you, your body trembled and tensed up all at once, before letting go, leaving you sighing in satisfaction. Patrick pulled out, pumping himself between the two of you till he finished, hot ropes of his cum spurting out onto both of your stomachs. You sat quietly for a moment, before he insisted on cleaning you up. “C’mon,” he sat up a bit, steadying you in his hands. “You wanna shower or you got a washcloth?”

The two of you showered together, surprisingly un-sexually. He made a point of being gentle as he lathered soap over your bare skin. It wasn’t usually like this with random hookups. But then again, he wasn’t like usual guys. Afterwards, you couldn’t kick him out, what, with him being such a gentleman after all. “Stay the night,” you asked him with big doe eyes. He thought you were beautiful before, with all your hair and makeup done, but seeing you now, barefaced and fresh out of the shower, he found you even more irresistible.

“How could I say no,” he cracked a toothy smile before following you to your bedroom. Facing each other in bed in the dark of your room, there was a lingering desire for honesty and intimacy between the both of you. You spoke first.

“It’s not usually like this, y’know,” you started. “You’re different. In a good way. I-“ you paused, minding yourself, but the late hour was getting to you anyways. “I think I could really like you.” You could hardly see him even though he was only inches away from you, your room pitch black, but you could feel the way he exhaled as he chuckled a bit.

“I could really like you too,” he mumbled sleepily. You heard a sigh, then. A heavy sigh. “I’ve…I’ve got to go to California tomorrow. I’ve got a friend out there who I need to see, plus there’s a match I can’t afford to miss.” Now you understand why his sigh felt heavy. He was saying goodbye. After one perfect night, of course there’d be a goodbye.

“Oh…alright,” you replied softly. “Well at least we have tonight…” you reached for him, moving in close and falling asleep in his arms.

In the morning, you woke when he did, which was bright and early. He had a plane to catch and needed to go back to his hotel to get his things. “I’m sorry I couldn’t see you longer,” he said as he was putting his pants back on. “This isn’t the end. I promise. We’ll meet again, baby. Don’t you worry,” he rushed his words as he was buttoning his shirt anxiously. He moved to the living room, looking for his wallet when you had a brilliant idea, running back into your bedroom to scrawl your number on a piece of paper. “I’ve really got to go! I’m sorry,” he hollered, heading towards the door.

“Wait,” you shouted, running out of your room and to the door. “My number. Call me from California?” He offered you a warm smile in return, the corners of his eyes scrunching. He nodded, taking the slip of paper, kissing you on the cheek, and heading out the door of your apartment.

And as he got in a cab, leaving to chase his future, you could at least find some solace in the fact that he was going to make a name for himself at the end of a racket branded with your own.

#challengers #cordelia writes #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig fic #patrick zweig smut #challengers fic #70s Patrick love of my life #70s Patrick AU

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