(Une observatrice.) Pictures/photographs (sometimes) | 20 ans/YO | •A lost black girl•
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Are You Waiting For Us To Be Killed And Exterminated?
Are you waiting for us to be killed and exterminated? 🍉💔
Can you bear the toothache 🥹
The bombing is surrounding us and there is no safe place to go 💔
To the innocent and the merciful, it is about humanity 😞
Save me from the massacres and certain death!! We may not survive in the coming hours 😞
Don't leave me and my family under genocide 🥹
Donate to me so I can escape the hell of war and undergo my surgeries and go to safety outside Gaza❤️
I hope everyone donates 20 or 30 dollars, it will make a difference for us so we can start a new life outside the stricken Gaza, where we cannot afford the travel costs, and the costs of my treatment ❤️🍉🍉
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My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450
Damn.
Iso was an attractive guy. Decent and respectful, skilled and humble, gentle and eye-candy. Everything in him screamed 'handsome'. You noticed that when you first met him, and since you two started to date, you were bathing in the warmth of his casual tenderness. He was a master of quality time. And it was by spending a lot of tender moments with him that you discovered one of his many hidden talents : making you flustered.
He did it so naturally, so effortlessly, that he wasn't even conscious of it.
The soft grunts and huffs he let out as your hands skillfully massaged his wide back —was it you or did he really get buffer ?— made you feel like the most wicked being on this universe. You almost drooled when you reminded yourself that you were straddling his hips. The weight of his hoodie on your shoulders and the sent of his cologne teasing your nose slowly made you feel like jelly. Was it how victorian men felt when they had a glimpse of a woman's ankle ?
"Are you good back there ?" he hummed, his voice muffled by the pillows.
Damn.
His voice.
"Shut up," your breath was shaky. "You're not helping."
You kept massaging his back, less and less focused when you suddenly heard him chuckling. You noticed him staring at you with an amused glint in his eyes.
"What ?" you asked.
"Nothing."
In the blink of an eye, you were suddenly pinned down, his fingers teasingly pinching your cheek.
"可爱的," he murmured in awe.
He looked at you with these pretty eyes that you loved so much, powerful but undescribable emotions screaming in his gaze. You felt your heart beating so fast that you were surprised he wasn't teasing you about it.
"Damn," you murmured.
He pressed a soft and reverential kiss on your cheek and resumed on admiring you. You sometimes wondered how on Earth you got lucky enough to date such an amazing person.
Unbeknownst to you, so did Iso.
"Your turn, now," he said with his usual calm tone. "You're tense."
可爱的 — Kě'ài de = adorable.
"Percy, no."
You held your journal against your chest and turned your back on him. There were your ideas between the pages, your sketches, analysis of prototypes you did in the past and so much researches. Of course, such thing would get him curious, interested. A pure treasure for any tinkering or engineering passionate. A single glimpse of your notes and drafts had been enough for Percival to feel like a child in front of a new toy, and knowing that you made these made him weak in the knees. But you were adamant on keeping this journal for yourself.
"I am just saying that as an expert in mechanical—"
"No," you cut him off.
You took a step back, as if to put some distance between your journal and his burning green eyes. You were almost moved by the passion blazing in his gaze.
"I can let you analyse my pepperbox if you want," he tried to negotiate. "And in exchange, I can—"
"I already analysed it," you cut him off again as you started to walk away.
Percival followed behind you like an eager puppy, his jaw slightly agape.
"You did ?" he quickly cleared his throat. "So what did you think about it ?"
You raised an eyebrow without looking at him, sighing slightly as you heard his step behind yours.
"Bland," you answered. "I would have add more options."
He stayed silent for a bit and you could literally hear the gears in his mind working. You held your journal tighter against your chest, knowing that his eyes were still on it.
"You put a lock on it," he said after a few minutes of silence. "Are these...magic runes and alchemistic arcanes ?"
"...nice observation," you muttered, your tone neutral.
You knew he was observant and kind of a genius, but you did not expect him to catch up so fast with your talents.
Percival suddenly hurried to walk past you and stood in your way, stopping you in your track. For a second, you saw an excited child instead of the young man you knew, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and excitement. You could even hear him mentally squealing. Then, a blink of your eyes later, you were faced with the gunslinger you knew.
"You managed to mix mechanical engineering with alchemy and goddamn magic !?" he almost shouted, his eyes wide opened in surprise. "How did you manage to do that ?"
"By trying ?" you answered in a 'duh!' tone. "I know it's considered unethical by some people. I don't need your judgement, Percival."
"I don't think you're unethical."
It was your eyes' turn to widen in shock, his words echoing in your mind, silencing the murmurs you heard all your life and blinding the glares you constantly felt on your back.
"You're daring and adventurous, and it manifest through your ideas, your inventions. This is the proof of it," he pointed at your journal. "It thanks to people like you that we evolve and walk towards a future instead of a regressing present."
You stared at him so intensely, with so much emotions that he felt himself almost falling. You took a step forward and grabbed his wrist. Your grip was strong, matching the blaze in your eyes.
"Do you mean that ?" you murmured and by your tone alone, he knew how his answer mattered.
"I do."
You took a big shaky breath and nodded, a relieved and mirthful smile illuminating your gaze as a cruel weight disappeared from your being. Percival felt his cheeks reddening even more at the sight and cleared his throat.
"I...have sketches of a new prototype I plan to make," he stuttered, rubbing his neck. "And I would like your expertise to guide me. Would you please help me ?"
Your grip on his wrist softened as you nodded.
"It would be my pleasure," you said. "Thank you a lot, Percy."
"So, how do I look ?"
You looked up from your phone to watch Jett striking a pose right before your very eyes. She was dressed of a white crop top, a blue jacket, a black ripped jean pants and deep blue boots. You looked at her from head to toes, nodded, then looked back to your phone.
"Malicious," you answered simply, shrugging.
She huffed and crossed her arms, rolling your eyes at your word.
"What do you mean 'malicious' ?"
"You're wearing Doc Martens," you said calmly. "Doc Martens are for stomping. Who are you going to stomp ?"
"You if you keep with your sass," she grumbled.
You just chuckled and stood up.
"Alright, whoosh girl," you grinned at the glare she shot you with. "Let's get going. And don't forget : a day without a bet."
She nodded as she followed you of the room, her step light despite your teasing. The perspective of going on a date with you excited her in a way that made her feel like a high school girl again, even though she had to put her gambling habit to the side.
"Okay," she said with a grin. "But what do I win if I manage to spend the whole day without— ouch ! What was that for ?"
You just flicked her forehead with your finger, a deadpanned pout on your face.
" 'What do I win' ?" you repeated with a light sigh. "See ? You're still on your gambling mindset."
Her eyes widened slightly as your words slowly sinked in her mind.
"Oh."
"Yeah 'oh'," you nodded. "Remind me to punch Yoru in the face. It's mostly his fault if you have this gambling habit."
Jett snorted. The simple idea of you punching Yoru seemed to brighten her in an almost sadistic way.
"Oh I definitely will !"
You turned your face towards her, your gaze sending shivers down her spine.
"But to answer your question," you cupped her cheeks, your thumb playing with her lower lip. "If you manage to spend the whole day without betting on anything, I'll take you to these hot springs you talked to me about and book a room just for us."
You were visibly enjoying the blush on her cheeks. A bit too much for her tastes. She saw your pupils dilating at the sight of her slightly opened lips and the light daze in her eyes at your action. She was also certain you were fully aware of how her heart was pounding because of you.
"You're suppose to help me with my gambling habit," she huffed. "Not encouraging it."
You released her face and hummed.
"Shit, you're right," you agreed, resuming your walk. "Forget about it, then."
"What !?" she squeaked. "No !"
Yok ebisinin nikahı.
Fade's eyes stared at the silhouette above her as the obscurity of her room turned more suffocating and oppressive. Of course she had to have a sleep paralysis. She closed her eyes, waiting for the horrible and choking sensation but it never came. The silhouette stayed above her, standing at the feet of the bed. Then, Fade noticed she could move, she was in fact fully awake.
Taking a deep breath, Fade sat up and turned up the light to find you, staring down at her with hazy eyes.
"Shit..." she cursed.
You were sleepwalking. She wondered how you managed to get in her room without making any noise and put her thoughts aside to gently pull you in bed beside her. She was careful with her movement, handling your sleepwalking self with a loving tenderness.
"Don't scare me like that again, aşkim," she murmured in your ear.
You just sleepily groaned some unintelligible words and nuzzled in her embrace. Fade felt your breath in her neck, your fingers clenching on her pyjama and the warmth of your body against hers.
"...Hazal...", she heard you whispering.
Fade felt her heart fluttering and her cheeks reddening.
"Sleep well," she murmured. "I'm here."
And she knew you were there as well.
*Yok ebisinin nikahı : rude expression used as an interjection to express surprise.