Hello Friends!

Hello friends!

I am Lina from Gaza🇵🇸🍉

I have two children, one of them was born in the genocide. Please, I need a donation of 20 or 25 euros. I know that my request for help is unusual for me, but I really need you. The donation link is in my bio. Every small donation makes a difference. Help my children and my family. We lost everything and we need this money urgently

https://gofund.me/4f077ab2

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sorry for the late reply omg 😭😭 i wasnt home 😓 and to answer ur question,, u can call me nora!! :> what's urs 👀

HII I JUST REALIZED THAT IVE NEVER TRULY INTERACTED W U BEFORE? besides rblg game and comment sections 😭 so take this as a first proper interaction kasjdkjadj

how have you been? <3

hi and yes omg 😭 im doing good <33 i had class today but i reached home now so thats all good SJJSJS what abt uuuuuu?

— the right person, wen junhui.

fluff | 679

[a/n] i know i said i'm gna take a break from writing but let's all pretend that i didn't say that.

"when are the two of you gonna finally start dating?"

junhui freezes at minghao's sudden question, mouth agape with the spoonful of food stopping right in front of it. after what feels like five full minutes of silence, minghao snaps his finger at him, bringing him back to reality.

"'two of you' who?" junhui feigns ignorance, finally shoving the food into his mouth.

minghao tsks at him as he shakes his head, "don't play dumb with me. you know who."

junhui pretends not to hear him and continues eating his dinner until minghao kicks him hard under the table, causing him to jump up from his seat slightly before rubbing at the spot that got kicked. he opens his mouth, ready to yell at minghao but the man opposite him just raises a brow at him as if to say "do it if you dare" and junhui backs down immediately.

"you know y/n doesn't feel that way about me," he pokes at the plate of food in front of him, suddenly seeming to have lost all of his appetite. "we're just best friends that's known each other since diapers."

minghao pulls his chair in so he can lean closer to junhui over the table. "you're crazy. all of us know that the two of you are stupidly in love with one another. anyone with eyes and a functioning brain can see that."

all junhui does in response is let out a defeated sigh. tossing his fork onto his plate, fully giving up on eating.

"you're literally living together and even share a pet cat," minghao continues.

"yeah, platonically."

"neither of you have dated anyone in the past 5 years that i've known you." minghao adds, hoping junhui realises just how ridiculous he's being.

"we just haven't met the right people," junhui shrugs with his gaze still trained on the plate.

"for god's sake!" minghao stands up to march over to his friend and turns him around to place both hands on his shoulders and shake him gently. "you're the right person for each other!"

junhui's about to argue that minghao's wrong but gets cut off instead.

"you literally behave like you've been married for at least 30 years!" minghao sits on the chair next to junhui, "you have feelings for y/n, don't you?"

junhui nods.

"then what's stopping you?"

at the question, junhui starts to sink into his chair slightly and he feels like his thoughts are running at a hundred miles an hour. "what if y/n doesn't feel the same way and then we can't even be friends anymore?"

minghao places a hand above his friend's knee and junhui looks up to meet his eyes. "i promise you, they feel the same way." he gives junhui a determined nod.

"i can't think straight right now," junhui leans back into the chair as he runs his hands through his hair then down his face with an incoherent noise. "i need to think everything through carefully before i even do anything."

suddenly, the front door opens and you're walking in with bags of groceries. the two men immediately look in your direction, watching you kick your shoes off.

"hi guys," you greet them with a wide smile as you walk to the kitchen and before minghao even has a chance to greet you back, junhui shoots up from his spot.

"i love you, y/n! marry me."

junhui hears minghao's string of panicked whispers of "dude, i said date not marry" next to him but his own mind is blank.

you watch junhui from the kitchen island as he tries to speak, his mouth keeps opening and closing like he's a fish out of water but no words are coming out. you're so calm as you're putting the groceries away and for a second junhui thought that maybe you hadn't heard him and he doesn't know if he should feel relieved about that or not. then, after you're done, you turn to him with the smile back on your face and junhui starts holding his breath without him even realising.

"okay."

My account is verified by @nabulsi ,el shab hussien , and it’s listed as No. 99

Hello, I'd like you to publish my story. I'm from Gaza, Palestine, I live with my parent's , wife & three brothers.

Suffering from the scourge of war in GAZA 10/2023 to Now that's 304 Days.

Therefore, Please help us by sharing or donating to travel from Gaza & build a new life.

Your presence by our side makes our life better.

Thank you.

https://gofund.me/cb8c05a3

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say it ditto!

⚹⠀⎯⎯ ni-ki x f!reader 𐙚 ֜ an enhypen smau

🍓 genre : strangers to lovers, one sided pining, fluff, crack, highschool au.⠀⠀​​⠀ warnings : dark humor, bad jokes, mentions of underage smoking!!!, swearing, (almost) all characters are aged down to highschool seniors!

synopsis : yn, well known and liked for her pretty face and artistic skills at her school, collects sonny angels and is very much obsessed with them. on the other hand, soccer player riki nishimura, draws much less attention - quiet, boyish and said to be not so pleasant to talk to, has been not so secretly crushing on yn since middle school,, what happens when he finds (and keeps) yn's favorite sonny angel?

or where riki, soccer player, crushing hard on the pretty art club pres, yn, unknowingly finds and keeps the small collectible she's been dying to find.

castᵎ : ni-ki, jay, sunoo, sunghoon, jake (enhypen), hanni as yn, danielle (new jeans), yeonjun, beomgyu, soobin (txt), ningning, giselle (aespa), rosé (blackpink).

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taglist status : OPEN!

@sakiimeo @lukesboo @choppedballoondetective @sincerelyrki @tubatu-lovie @kpopshakespeare @thenastone @rikitachiquita @freaksstar @conwunder @tocupid @unhakki @artstaeh @i03jae @nokacchan @roryirl @yumilovesloona @yangjungwonnie @seunghancore @rikiws @heeheeswifey @im-yn-suckers @dimplewonie @dojaejunging @elig1aq @eloelooo @jayujus @jakeyverse @svpinkk @noobgod1269 @laurradoesloveu @sol3chu @catzisb1og @r1kizerr @luvqiris @won4me

TRACKLIST. ᰔ

beabadoobees mbappe fanclub ⠀⠀​​⠀ + priv accounts!

1. fuckass french name ⠀⠀​​⠀ 2. hello kitty lunchbox 3. adultery :/ 4. just do it. 5. be*mgyu 6. matcha date with my baddies 7. tba

‎( a/n ) hi omg this is my first smau AND fic ever .. i had something really cute and chill and lightweight in mind, so i dont think this is gna be very long! hope youll like it regardless x

please let me know if u wanna be added to a taglist or anything!!

hi guys !

this is a plea, a call for help from one student to another.

I know you are all waiting for the Rental Romance Mingyu fic to be published and I can't lie, so am I.

HOWEVER, I physically cannot post when my brothers and sisters are dying on the streets. The country i live in has practically announced war on its students. I can't fit the whole thing here so I'll just say it in short even though I'll be missing out on a lot of details.

Bangladeshi students started a protest for the reformation of the quota system in Bangladesh. What started as a peaceful protest turned into a warzone across Bangladesh when the police started shooting at the unarmed students. This quota system is a system that has an effect on government jobs, which gave 30% quota on the govt. jobs to the children and grandchildren of those who fought the liberation war of 1971.

That's right. 1971. 53 years. However, most of the freedom fighters did not accept this quota system or the "allowance" they got, claiming that "we fought for independence, not for this."

Now, instead of having this 30% quota reformed, they opened fire on unarmed students, killing over 1000. Though the official body count is 250, countless eyewitnesses state the count is much more. I, myself, doubt how can the official count be 250 if there are 80+ unidentified bodies that had to be buried without anyone claiming them.

This has turned into a war of getting the dictatorial reign of our Prime Minister, Sheikh Hasina, to step down from her position as she has made no effort to stop the police or even once, admitted to her faults. In fact, 40% of the deaths are caused by the student political wing under her, Student League.

To this date, 4th of August 2024, we suspect the death count to be over 1500. This includes 10+ kids, starting from age 4. These kids were shot with bullets, from helicopters flying low, in their own homes. The safety of their own homes. On the balcony, through the window and even, one bullet piercing through the metal of the grills of a window.

Remember, I said that this isn't even half of it so if this seems long to you, imagine the rest. There are countless videos on social media. With all this happening, I am sorry but as a student myself, I cannot keep quiet.

I'm sorry if this shows up on tags you do not want it to show up on, but my country is burning. Please, please, please, spread awareness. International coverage is what we need the most right now. My brothers are dying, my sisters are dying.

Will I be next?