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To all Palestine supporters 🙏

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I am Khaled from Gaza - I and my family of 5 live in northern Gaza. A very difficult life. My father traveled with my brother abroad to register him in the university to study medicine. The crossings were closed and we became separated. We have no source of income. As you know, the situation in the north is no food, no medicine, and no security. I hope you stand by us and help us provide the necessities of life we ​​need‼️

Your donations are important for our survival

Please help me reach our goal as soon as possible 🙏

We appreciate your help ❤️🙏

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸❤🤍💚🖤

@bilal-salah0 @schoolhater @appsa

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" wandering " t . todoroki

✧˚ · . 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 ; after shock

post ending touya with lov gf also trying to change w him :)

a/n ; i was thinking about how it coulda been if touya ever got to go home . sigh, if he got to relearn the world

© haunted4kent 2024.

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suna gets a call from your coworkers one night that you're drunk and passed out after a work event, and he runs all the way to the bar to come and pick you up. he shows up a questionably short time later in his rumpled ejp track suit, his hair a mess, and with stars in his eyes. he looks as though he went racing out the door the moment he got the apologetic phone call (because he did.)

your coworkers are flustered when rintarou arrives—this tall, handsome, professional athlete who they've never seen before—shooting each other wide-eyed looks as this mystery man gently pries you up out of the booth you're slumped in and into his arms. they're all left blushing when he bows (as best he can with his arms wrapped around you) and thanks them so politely for calling him to come and get you.

he carries you the whole way home with a big, silly smile stretching from ear to ear while he watches your sleeping face. it's a dopey grin that if you were conscious to see you'd probably bully him about.

but after all this time, he finally got to meet your coworkers—and even though you're going to be mortified in the morning, and would never have allowed it were you sober enough to intervene, he couldn't be more pleased about it.

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୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 illicit affairs !

req ! when the jjk boys have an odd dream about you cheating .

ಇ. summary. fem!reader, crack, suggestive in some so beware pls .

ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, toji, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge, sukuna.

likes n reblogs r appreciated !! 💗

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"we need more morally grey characters" they say, then they hate on keigo

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I'm at the beach rn so what about Touya x reader smau beach episode

Please feel free to ignore this if you want I feel like I'm harassing you with requests I just love your writing and sorry if I'm annoying 😍

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im teeheeing hard at this. todoroki family beach day is v much necessary for my mental health thank u blueb

suns out (b/g)uns out // touya todoroki smau

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Touya's not usually one to check his text messages.

Never has been, ever since he got his first cellphone when he was 13. He finds it more of a nuisance than anything, the way people always want to get ahold of him. Always expect a response from him over the most mundane shit. He barely likes talking to anyone as is, let alone during his private time—therefore, as a general rule, he doesn't respond to texts.

Especially not ones that pop up on his phone on a lazy Saturday afternoon with the contact name 'Bird Brain' listed as the sender.

But when these particular message previews appear, rudely interrupting him in the middle of watching a cake decorating video while he lays sprawled across the couch, Touya can't help but click through to the conversation to give them the response that they deserve.

His response is about as succinct and unamused as he is.

Three telltale dots appear at the bottom of the conversation before Touya can click away, and he finds himself waiting to see what Keigo comes back with—for reasons not even he quite understands.

Touya pushes himself up off the couch in an instant, stomping into your bedroom.

He finds himself hesitating once he makes it to the doorway, his body having moved relatively of its own accord, realizing only once he's standing at the threshold that he's not even really sure what he's going to say.

You're laying across the bottom of your bed on your tummy with your sock-clad feet lifted in the air behind you. You have one headphone in your ear and your laptop propped in front of you with that stupid romantic drama you like so much playing—the one Touya pretends he hates but always gets a little pouty when you watch an episode without him. You turn when you spot him in your peripheral vision, popping your headphone out of your ear and hitting the spacebar to pause your show.

"I'm almost done," you tell him, glancing back to your screen where the male lead is paused mid-confession—his mouth still open in the middle of his ardent monologue. You peer back at him again over your shoulder with a slightly smug look. "If you hadn't watched ahead without me we could be watching it together, y'know."

"That was an accident," Touya grumbles, sniffing a little indignantly. "It started playin' automatically when I turned the TV on."

"Sure, sure," you chirp, turning back to your laptop. When you realize Touya's still lingering there, you face him again, this time pushing yourself up on your elbow so you can twist around to look at him more fully. Your brow furrows. "What's wrong?"

Touya sucks in a breath of air and holds it in his cheeks, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Can I see your phone for a sec?" he asks.

The pinch of your brow slackens as one of them lifts in surprise.

"Yeah," you say, though your tone is still a little wary. You nod towards your bedside table at the head of the bed. "It's plugged in."

Touya shuffles towards you, rounding the end of your bed frame and approaching the device in question. He sit down at the edge of the mattress, and it dips under his weight. Beside him, you shuffle a bit closer to him as you resume watching your show, one of your feet brushing gently against his back as you kick them idly back and forth.

Touya knows your passcode, just like you know his, so it's no effort to unlock the device once he has it in hand. Finding the app in question is another story entirely.

He turns to you.

"Which one of these is Instagram?" he asks, holding the device in front of your face with the home screen open.

You pause your show again.

"This one," you say, pointing to one particular app icon, but your voice is notably perplexed.

Touya's never had any interest in social media. He had a couple of accounts when he was a teenager but hasn't properly logged in for years. As new social networking sites have risen and fallen, he's never bothered to even sign up, seeing no need in signing away his personal data to a platform he'll never use anyway.

Touya taps his thumb against the icon that you pointed out, waiting for the application to launch. His leg jiggles impatiently while he waits for it to load.

Beside him, you don't unpause your show.

When the screen finally loads, Touya is immediately accosted by an unfamiliar interface. There's some photo of a girl he doesn't know taking up most of the screen, and a few bubbles in the upper right hand corner that he can only assume are notifications you haven't checked. Touya may not use social media, but he's not an idiot either, so after clicking around the screen for long enough he finally manages to pull up what he recognizes as your personal profile.

"Touya, what are you doing?" you ask, thoroughly bewildered now, having just watched your boyfriend visit just about every corner of the Instagram app.

He sucks in a sharp breath.

Slowly, he turns to look at you.

"Did you just post this?"

He doesn't really need to ask, considering the baggy t-shirt you're wearing in the photo—his t-shirt, he recognizes immediately—is the same one you currently have on as you lie stretched across your bed. It's all you have on, save for the frilly little socks on your feet and the edge of the panties he can see peeking out where your shirt's hem has ridden up.

The photo blessedly has left those out.

You clear your throat, almost like you're embarrassed, reaching out for your cellphone. "Yeah, a little while ago."

Touya holds the device out of your reach, and a little sound of indignation slips from your lips. He keeps scrolling.

Your profile is full of photos of you that are just as charming as the first one he'd seen. Some are of friends, or food, or places you've visited. Many are even of him, or the two of you together. The collection is like a series of little snapshots into your life—of all the moments you wanted to save or share. But every so often there will be a photo just of you.

You with your lips pursed coyly, or maybe quirked with the ghost of a smile. You wrapped in a skimpy little dress you bought for a special occasion that Touya is all too familiar with. You with your eyes bright, or maybe one where they're heavy lidded in a sultry expression that makes something possessive and primal scrape against Touya's ribs.

His face feels hot when he looks at those ones. Hotter still when he realizes other people have seen them too.

"I think you should delete your account," he says suddenly, turning to face you with a completely serious—and markedly insistent—expression.

"W-what? Touya!" You exclaim plaintively. You push yourself up onto your knees and scrabble for your phone. Touya doesn't fight back to any real degree. He lets you crawl into his lap and wrestle it out of his hands, though the two of you do go tumbling back across the bed in the process. Once you've safely tossed the phone down to the other end of the bed out of his reach, you turn back to him with an irritated pinch to your features.

Touya meets your gaze easily, like a man without guilt.

"What's gotten into you?" you ask him softly, still straddling his lap. Your hands rest over his sternum, fiddling idly with the strings of his hoodie.

Touya sighs, reaching up and tugging you down to his chest before snaking his arms around your waist to keep you pressed against him. You don't try and wiggle out of his grip like he thinks that you might, instead you let him hold you, nuzzling your face into the collar of his sweatshirt.

"You're being weird," you mumble.

"No, weird would be me asking you to throw your phone away and never leave the house again so I'm the only one who gets to look at you," Touya replies, his fingers dipping under the hem of your—his—shirt and creeping up along your spine. "I'm actually being pretty normal, all things considered."

You huff out a little laugh and Touya feels the warmth of it break against the skin of his throat. You lift your face so you can look at him, and Touya admires the view of you from so close up. The curve of your lips, the colour of your eyes, the tip of your nose. He could look at you all day, he realizes then. Every part of you. Every inch and dip and curve that makes you up. He could study them. Map them out with his eyes closed, long committed to memory.

You make him feel kind of insane, sometimes. More insane than usual, anyway. He worries that he likes you too much.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly.

You.

Touya purses his lips.

It wasn't his intended goal, but he's happy to accept the little kiss you press against them anyway, a laugh slipping out of his mouth and into yours before you pull away. He shuts his eyes, letting his head tip back against the bed again, letting out a long, exhausted breath.

"Wanna help me set up an instagram account?" he finally mutters after a long stretch of silence.

You push yourself up overtop of him, and when he cracks one eye open he finds you looking down at him excitedly.

"Really?" you ask him incredulously, but undeniably pleased by the prospect.

He nods a bit, pulling you back down against his chest. He lets his eyes shut once more.

If deleting your account is out of the question, he might as well have his own so at least he gets to admire it.

You wiggle comfortably in Touya's hold, your TV show long forgotten at the other end of the bed, content to just let your boyfriend trace lazy circles into your thigh as your legs tangle together with his.

Touya's eyes pop open again suddenly, an unpleasant and not-so distant memory rushing back to him.

Your gaze meets his own, a quiet concern swimming behind it.

He takes your face in his hand.

"How do you block someone on Instagram?"

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In fact, dating anyone in the League naturally comes with the rest of the members now being in your life.

For example, if you and Dabi are dating, suddenly Twice and Toga are showing up at your place to hang out, Spinner added you to the League’s discord server, Shigaraki asked for your gamertag, and Mr. Compress is always texting you like “Will you be joining us for dinner?” and sending you candid photos of Dabi on their missions, just to keep you updated.

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this is so fucking funny

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god i love him

Because Hawks is a bird there are certain things he does that none of your other boyfriends have done in the past. One thing to note is that even though his name is Hawks, he’s not necessarily a hawk. He exhibits behaviors from a variety of species because he didn’t have one single species to teach him.

-If he finds a cool rock/shell/flower he will bring it to you as a present. Each present has a cute story of how it made him think of you. You find yourself appreciating these free trinkets more than the extravagant things he buys you just because he makes them so much more personal.

-When you get in bed for the night he will create a nest of blankets and pillows around both of you. It’s the most comfortable bed you have ever slept in.

-He will sit and lay on you. You are his favorite pillow. Maybe it’s in his bird instincts to sit on his babies or maybe you are just a comfy person to lay on. You may never know.

-You never need to get anything delivered again. Hawks will be your little delivery pigeon. He mostly goes out to get you food, but it could be literally anything and he will get it for you.

-He subconsciously unfolds his wings entirely when he’s horny and wants to have sex. You think it’s similar to when male peacocks unfold their feathers to impress their mate.

-You are the only person he lets touch his feathers. You learned how to preen his feathers from him and now when he’s too tired to go through every nook and cranny you help him. If you pick out a particularly thick scale and he flinches you make sure to give him a long kiss. After preening you put oil on his feathers, and every time you do this he rubs against you to let you know how good it feels. He had a hard time admitting this, but because your hands are so much softer and more delicate he thinks you are better at preening than he is.

-You can always tell if he’s cold because he will fluff his feathers out to keep warm. You usually respond by giving him a big hug or asking if he wants to cuddle.

-Because his wings are waterproof, he will always use them as an umbrella over you. He doesn’t care about himself getting wet, he just wants his baby bird to be comfortable.

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this is beautiful

Asleep among endives .ᐟ

they're actually dumbass 1 and dumbass 2. I wanna sucker punch both keigo and reader here ugh anws I'm so sleepy <3 teenage hawks x reader texts p3!!

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