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Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive
A Plea for Help from Gaza: A Family Seeking Safety
Hello, I am Mohammed Alanqer, married to Enas Majed, and we have four wonderful children.
We live in the midst of the ongoing hellish war in Gaza, trapped between walls of fear and despair. I, Mohammed, am a father of four children and a husband to a woman who was two months pregnant when the war began.
We struggle daily to survive in an environment filled with threats and dangers.
I lost our sole source of livelihood when my tech startup, which I built with dedication and hard work, was destroyed in the war. My children, Layan, Sarah, and Adam, have been deprived of education after their schools were destroyed, severely threatening their future. Amidst these harsh circumstances, my wife gave birth to our fourth child, Amir, in the midst of the war, adding to our state of despair and hopelessness.
My wife, Enas, lives in constant anxiety due to the destruction of hospitals in our area. I have lost my job and source of income, leaving me unable to provide for my family's needs and safety. Our home was destroyed by the war, forcing us to flee repeatedly and rendering us homeless.
We now face extreme difficulty in providing a safe place to live, clean clothes, and food for our children. Additionally, our children have contracted diseases like measles, and our son Adam has been diagnosed with viral hepatitis.
Our only hope now is to escape this ongoing nightmare and find a safe haven for our family. However, this requires exorbitant financial costs; the coordination fees for crossing the borders amount to $5000 per adult and $2500 per child, a sum I cannot afford alone.
We urgently appeal for your moral and financial assistance to cover the necessary costs for escaping to a safe environment, where we can build a better future for our children and ensure our family's safety.
We are in desperate need of your support. Any donation, no matter how small, can help save our lives. Thank you for your attention and support during these harsh times.
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Cheater, Cheater. ♡
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Pairing: Rintaro Suna x Reader
Synopsis: Suna’s cheating on his girlfriend with you. He can’t help it. You’re just so… addictive. Something about you. He’s obsessed.
CW(?): Implied smut, not explicit. Reader is shameless and doesn’t really care that he has a girlfriend. Reader is into him, but doesn’t want anything more (and he hates this).
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“Why do you lie to her so much?” You ask, tilting your head. His fingers tighten into your hips as you sit on his lap. “What’s the point?”
Suna sighs.
“Because she’s my girlfriend and I’m cheating on her with you. It’s not like I can just come clean with that information.” Suna leans in, kissing your neck softly. “It's fun. I don't love her like I love you. I don't feel real passion with her. I don't feel like she completes me. When I'm with you, I get that excitement. That rush.”
Suna stops for a moment, thinking of his next response before murmuring against your lips. “I have fun with my girlfriend, yeah, but that's it—fun. You make me feel… alive.”
“So?” You ask in response, pressing your lips back to his. “Why are you with her?”
“She’s good company. She’s my friend. She’s… comfortable, I guess. I can’t just break her heart like that.” Suna looks into your eyes. “I might not love her, but I do care for her. She just doesn’t give me what I need.”
You hum softly, sliding your hand under his shirt. “And? What is it that you so desperately need?”
Suna chuckles, his pupils slightly widening as your fingers softly trail circles on his toned abdomen. “I said it earlier—the excitement…”. He looks you in the eyes, his lips just barely an inch from yours as he whispers, “the passion… the rush.”
You nod, acknowledging his answer silently and resting your hands on your thighs. “Right, well. I gotta go.”
“Wait, no.” He rests his hands on top of yours. “Where? Why?”
“Relax, Rin. I have a final tomorrow.” You take his left hand and pull it close to your mouth, sucking on his index and middle fingers as you stare innocently into his eyes.
Suna groans, pulling his hand back. “You know that’s torture for me. Don’t do shit like that. Don’t look at me like that.”
You laugh softly, giving his cheek two little taps and getting out of his car. You lean in the passenger side window and continue your conversation. “I’ll see you later. Hopefully the sweet girl waiting up for you can take care of…” You glance down at his obvious erection. “That.”
“You’re such a bitch.” You smile wickedly as he says those words. “I like you, you know that?”
You roll your eyes. “You’ve told me once or twice. Bye, Rin.” Your smirk returns to your lips as you turn around, walking back through your college campus, swaying your hips with the knowledge that he was watching you.
——
Suna spends time idly pleasing his girlfriend by taking her for dinner and dessert. He couldn’t stand this. As much as he loved you, he couldn’t stand the sick thoughts running through his head as he sat across the table from such a kind girl. A good girl. Tall, blonde, athletic. They had so much in common. On paper, they made a great match. Perfect, even. But Suna was bored. She bored him, and he didn’t know why. She was safe.
You, on the other hand, were unpredictable. You didn’t fawn over him the way other girls did. Hell, he wasn’t sure you even liked him half the time. But when your lips met for the first time he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop. Ever. It was like a hit of the most delicious high he’d ever had. He wanted you. Even if you didn’t want him, you were his.
Suna begins to think of you the moment he’s alone again. You didn't want him to call or text you very often, so he contemplated just popping by your dorm. He wondered if that would be too much, and if he should wait until the next time he was on your mind.
Suna shrugged, threading his fingers through his hair.
Fuck waiting.
——
You lazily opened your eyes as your phone buzzed and woke you from your half asleep state.
>> I’m coming over.
You laugh to yourself, typing back.
<< I ruined you, didn’t I?
The response was instant.
>> Yeah, you really did.
You get up and open the door as you hear his footsteps in the hallway.
“Hi.” You grin, trailing your gaze down his tall, muscular body as he comes in.
Suna gives a soft grunt in response, shutting the door with his foot and sliding his hands down your sides, squeezing your ass.
“You have a good evening?” You ask, looking up into his eyes with a false innocence. “Good time with your girl? Have a good fuck?”
He nods, looking back into your stare. “Yeah, it was… alright.” His voice is quieter. It’s almost as if he was on autopilot, he was barely even listening to your words. Something else was on his mind. “Can I kiss you?”
You nod. Suna smiles and leans forward, putting his lips to yours. Your lips were different than hers. So soft and sweet, so delicious, he could never get enough. He pulls back for a moment and looks at you, his eyes squinting slightly as his fingertips caress your face. “You're so beautiful.”
You smirk up at him, putting your hand over one of his. “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
A low moan leaves his lips as he kisses you again. “I know, I'm disgusting. But I can't help it.” He leans back slightly, looking at you. “I can't fucking help it, I need you. I need your lips… I need your hands on me.” Suna bites his tongue slightly and swallows. “And I need you so much that it hurts. I'm in so deep and I can't get out. My body needs you, my brain... God, I just want you so bad.”
“Hm.” You shrug. “It’s too bad you can’t have me.”
Suna slightly lowers his gaze and breathes sharply through his nose. “Why? Why can't I have you? I just want to feel you more. I just want to touch you more. To love you and to make you feel good in my arms.” He chuckles and takes a deep breath. “You're cruel, you know that?”
“I’m cruel? You’re the one with a girlfriend.” You shake your head, sliding your hands in the back pockets of his jeans as you continue to look up at him. “Plus, I don’t do relationships.”
“Of course you don’t.” Suna laughs quietly, “But you're just so damn tempting. You're so irresistible.” His fingers trail down your cheek and neck, stopping at your collarbone. “You could break my heart with the slightest touch.”
“Aww, poor baby. I’m sure you’d recover.” You tease.
He purses his lips in thought. “I'd never get over you. I'd feel the loss of you all the time.” He pulls away slightly and shuts his eyes. “But we could have... this. Just these moments, when we're with each other. Nothing more than that would be needed.” His eyes glance down to your lips. “You just tempt me so much. You're like a drug to me.”
You sigh, looking down. “So why do you even stay with her?”
“It's comfortable. I told you.” He frowns and looks at you. “I love her, I do, but it's never been like this with her. She'll never pull me in like you do. And fuck, you don’t even need to try.” Suna takes a deep breath. “I love spending time with her, but it's not the same. I love you so much. I'm so goddamn sick of her, even though I love her.
You lead him over to the couch, sitting next to him and resting your legs on his lap. “I’m sure you’re sick of me too, hm? Sick of how in love you are with me?”
He sighs and chuckles quietly. “So fucking sick of it. But God, I love it so much. I'm like... obsessed. With you. I swear, I think about you all the time. Suna shakes his head as he smiles at you. “God, I'm so screwed up. Look at me. I can't stop thinking about how much I want you.”
“I kinda like it.” You grin.
Suna bites his lip. “You do? You like seeing a guy obsessed with you? You like it when a guy wants to throw away his entire life and jeopardize his relationship all because of you?” He leans in again and kisses you, pulling you on his lap. “And to think you call me the sick fuck.”
You kiss him back, grinding your hips down on his. Suna lets out a low groan.
“You're so cruel.” He chuckles quietly. “I'm literally obsessed with you. I don't care about anything else. My grades, my team, any of it. I just want you.” He kisses you again, his hand slowly sliding down your back. “You really like seeing me lust after you this much?”
You smile against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair and opening your mouth slightly. He moans softly, gripping your thighs tightly and grinding back up into you.
The two of you separate as you’re startled by knocking on your dorm room door. Your name is called, your best friend practically in hysterics as she calls for you. “Are you home? Please tell me you’re home. I think he’s cheating on me.”
Suna’s eyes widen. The last person he expected to interrupt the two of you was his girlfriend.
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people are so used to online content being curated for their consumption that they forget tumblr isn’t like that… this is my diary. I don’t post for other people. if you find the stuff I post depressing or annoying or too much or u don’t agree or whatever whatever…. that’s fine it’s not For You? it’s for me. there is no audience I’m performing for. feel free to unfollow me if u don’t like, I’m not a carefully crafted online persona I’m a real person
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Happy New Year 💙🐰
新機動戦記ガンダムW (Mobile Suit Gundam Wing) 1995
✨ Happy Holidays! ✨I’m gonna do a lil giveaway of my Dragon Age keychains! You would only need to reblog this post once to participate in the giveaway.
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If I don’t get a respond from the chosen winner for 3 days, another person will be pick
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The giveaway will start today Dec 26 till the end of Jan 8th!
Dirty Pair (1985 anime) S1:E7 - “Love is Everything. Risk Your Life to Elope!!” (Watch the clip here)
This mid-80′s anime really said trans rights 🏳️⚧️
And interestingly enough, Joanca was voiced by Masako Katsuki, who would go on to voice another groundbreaking LGBTQ+ character nearly a decade later… Michiru Kaioh/Sailor Neptune!
I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
Shake the World
Hi hi hi hi!!!
This is a submission for @zorotits collab exes and oh’s! Hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Suna Rintarou x fem!reader
Warnings: slight angst, smut, fingering, vaginal penetration, breeding, family talk
Word count: ~2.7K
You didn’t want to admit it, but Suna Rintarou had ruined you for other men. Even when you dated in high school, the fox like volleyball player was the standard. And you only dated for two years. Two whole years you gave to him, and he broke it off to focus on volleyball. You understood that, you really did and had even encouraged him to go pro. It just hurt how he broke up with you.
You were ready to head to his place and talk amicably about parting ways for the future. You were surprised when you walk in and see the Miya twins there and overhear their conversation.
“Good fer ya, Rin. She was holding ya back.”
“I wouldn’t say that, ‘Tsumu.”
“It’s true,” Osamu interjects. “When y’all weren’t talkin, that was the best ya ever played. Ya were more focused. Glad you dumped her.”
You slowly felt your heart break the more they talked.
“Yeah I guess you two are right,” 3rd year Suna sighs, “she’s supposed to be coming over to get her stuff so keep that talk to yourself. We did date for 2 years-“
He stopped in his tracks when he saw you in his doorway, tears falling freely as you angrily stared at him. His sharp green eyes were shocked then guilt ridden when he realized you had heard everything they said. “Is it true? Was I really holding you back that much?”
Suna watched the keys fall from your hands as well as the bag filled with his belongings. Shit, he didn’t think you’d find out this way or at all. He had thought you had been worth it. But after hearing what his best friends think, maybe it’s for the best. You were his weakness after all. He’s about to respond when Atsumu bursts through.
“She is really hot though so if ya still wanna fuck her- oh shit.” Suna quips his head to shut up the blond but it was too late. You throw his things at him and put your shoes back on.
“I fucking hate you Suna Rintarou. Never talk to me again.”
******
The champagne in your flute sparkles and fizzes as you swirl it around in your hand. You take another sip as your eyes scan the room from your lonely corner. Ten year high school reunions used to be something you looked forward to but since the break up? Not so much. You had thought you’d be with Suna, maybe married, potentially starting a family while you support him in his volleyball career. But no.
Of course you kept tabs on him, happy that he is succeeding in his calling and even saw him when he was in the Olympics. Your heart soared at his successes but the ache that came after was sharp. Those were things you thought you’d be there for him for and you just weren’t. It hurt you more than you wanted to admit but you had to suck it up. You take another sip, the light and bubbly taste tickling your tongue. A sigh leaves your lips as the party goes on around you. Most people looked at you with pity, knowing that Suna and the Miya twins were the talk of the reunion. It was hard not to look their way with everyone around them. Girls that had crushes on your ex would approach you with a half glass of wine for you saying:
“This must be so hard seeing him like this.”
“Does his success bother you? It would bug me for sure!”
“How are you not mad at him? But, he is single right? Like, you’re over him?”
“I heard you’re secretly engaged to someone! And they’re an athlete? Petty revenge, I like it. Cheers!”
You’d smile and chuckle along before taking a drink. To the world and your friends, you’re a growing music writer and producer working with a bustling network of artists and celebrities. The ring on your left hand is a sign of another aspect of your life. You’re unheard of finance has been the talk to gossip circles and friend chats. However, that’s not the front of it.
Your fame is being overshadowed by the truth of you being Suna Rintarou’s high school ex. The tabloids say all your success is because of him, saying that he got you all those jobs because of his name. It’s all bullshit. You worked your ass off at school, internships, and every other little odd job you had to make yourself who you are. Suna didn’t help you, he wasn’t fucking there. The worst thing you hear is when you’re now in earshot of the terrible threesome is when Gin loudly proclaims:
“So Suna, who’s thih you’re dating? Rumors are going crazy right now!”
Atsumu quickly interjects and wraps an arm around his foxish best friend. “Are ya kiddin? With our schedule,” he chuckles with a slur in his voice, “it’s amazin he’d have time for this! Plus!” Atsumu eagerly continues, “I’ve heard he’s of ta market.” Suna just shakes his blond friend off and sips at his drink. His hand fidgets in his pockets as he tries his hardest to avoid looking at you. The middle blocker knew you were gonna show up but it didn’t prepare him for actually seeing you. His heart lurches for what could have been and what should be. The both of you knew it was for the best but he didn’t wanna end it the way it did. Maybe having the twins over before truly parting ways wasn’t the best idea, but he had hoped one of them would talk him out of it and stick it out with you.
God, you really do look amazing tonight. He knows he has no right to think that right now, so he punches Atsumu’s side and strides over to the bar. Unsurprisingly, a crowd of fan girls follow him and he tries to hide his irritation. Sure he’s happy with all the attention of being a star athlete, but it’s his high school reunion can’t he have a little space? Just one night where he doesn’t have to be Suna Rintarou, EJP middle blocker and Olympic athlete. He wants to be Suna Rintarou, former Inarizaki volleyball player and best friend to the Miya twins. Of course he wants to capture this moment with funny videos and memes but he has to be more careful with what he posts after all. Any mention of his high school life and you’re thrown into the picture. Accusations that you used him left a sour taste in his mouth but his PR and manager told him not to interact.
He also kept tabs on you, smiling when he saw your name under popular artists. He remembered the dreams you had of working with them and was excited to see you achieving your dreams. The two of you made your dreams come true, maybe breaking up was the best thing for you two. Suna orders another whiskey sour and heads to an empty hallway. A deep sigh leaves his lips which then alerts you to his presence. Seems like the two of you had the same idea.
“Oh, it’s you.”
There’s no malice or ill intent in your voice as you eye him with contempt. You take a gulp and rest against the wall, eyes darting to the door of the private room to avoid his lingering stare, knowing you’ll fall into those sly emerald pools in front of you. You hear him clear his throat in front of you and you’re immediately drawn into him, inhaling his cologne that reminds you of being held in his arms in his bed, wearing his hoodie, riding him, cockwarming him…
“Is there somewhere we can talk?”
Your eyes are in a haze of lust that quickly dissipates and slightly sobers you up. His baritone voice catches you slightly off guard as this is the first time you hear it all night. You curtly nod and tilt your head to a disclosed room, a closet of sorts and the two of you step inside. You wait for him to lock the door before you drop all the weight you had been mentally holding. “Fucking finally.”
Suna quickly pulls you into a needy yet passionate kiss, hands cupping your face to keep you closer. Your hips rock into his as he pushes you up against the wall, locking your hands above your head with one hand and pulling a leg to wrap around his waist with the other. He groans into your mouth when he feels the heat and wetness from you rubbing his hard erection. He pulls away first, tantalizingly slow to drag his lips on your neck to leave seductive kisses on your skin. You breathe lightly into his ear and grip his hair tightly as you feel his fingers travel to your inner thigh and play with your exposed folds. His nose sharply inhales at how daring you are being so open like this as his fingers are coated with your essence before he slides two fingers inside of you. Both of you moan lowly, your hips gyrating up into him.
“Bunny,” he moans into your ear. “Have you been like this all night?” He pumps another finger into you and begins a slow pace. He sees you nod, doing your best to keep your voice down and snickers to himself. With a low whisper you softly respond.
“I, I hated all those bitches and Miya twins talking to you.
“Fuck I love when you get possessive babe. Touch me, I wanna feel your hand around me, baby.” His demand has you keening and knocking your head back in pleasure. You shake your head before licking your palm to lube his cock. He cocks an eyebrow at you. “No?”
You whimper out, “just quickly fuck me, less of a mess.” Your chest heaves as you feel his warm erection in your hand. The way he bucks into your hand reminds you of your high school days. Suna moans while biting his bottom lip before he lines up with your entrance and pushes in. Although he risks messing up your lipstick, he covers your mouth with his hand as he fucks up into you. You shiver and whimper, licking his palm as you feel him pulse inside you. You can feel how much he’s wanted you too. You didn’t miss the way his eyes would find yours during the party but you tried to shake it off. You couldn’t help it, he has you in his clutches and you don’t plan on being released any time soon.
Your nails dig into his button up as he pounds you harder against the wall. You feel your toes curl in your shoes as he hits that one sweet spot you love, a spot only he can reach. You know better than to leave remnants of your rendezvous but you’re feeling extra needy tonight and you need him badly. Suna rests his head in the juncture of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sweaty skin as his hips continue to roll into you. He knows you two don’t have much time so he whispers for you to lock your ankles around his waist so he can hold you up with one hand and rub your clit with the other. He kisses your lips to silence your whiny moans knowing damn well you love it when he does that. Your hips move erratically as you feel that coil within you about to release. Suna notices the signs and keeps going at his pace with his waist and fingers. His tongue inside you commands for you to cum with him, feeling his pre spilling into you already. You let out an extra high whimper behind his lips as his breathing changes, pulling away to catch your expression as he spills his seed inside you. The two of you ride out your orgasms until his balls are empty. The empty closet is hot and smells of the two of you, a smell you didn’t realize you missed.
Suna slowly lets you down and sits you carefully on the floor. He keeps your legs spread to insert a finger. He hushes you as you keen into his touch. “Sh sh baby, gotta keep it all in, yeah? Don’t want a mess, and besides I thought we were trying for a family?” You eye him in disbelief before rolling your eyes and pulling your underwear from your purse and putting them on.
“I had a backup plan,” you chuckle. You pat the space next to you and wait for him to join you against the wall, his hand resting atop yours. “Still the king of barely there aftercare.”
He flicks your head before letting you rest it on his shoulder. “We’re in a bar closet, there’s not much here.” His thumb rubs comforting circles on the back of your hand and the two of you sigh deeply. “Bun, we’ve gotta tell them at some point.”
You breathe deeply in exhaustion. “I know, but you’re almost done with the season, and I’ve got my projects. With how we acted tonight, we can’t just go out and say “just kidding, we’re engaged and planning a family”. I don’t think they’ll take that very well.”
Suna laughs at your quick quip and sarcasm, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss. “True, but I wanna see the look on ‘Sumu and ‘Samu’s faces when I tell them we got together 3 years ago. They think I hate you.”
“And the world thinks I haven’t worked hard enough to get where I am.” Suna kisses your forehead at this before commenting,”well in a way, I did help with some- ow!”
You had flicked his head with a pout. “I only asked you cause the company was really interested in your team! That’s all. But,” you sigh in defeat, “it would help erase and ease some of the rumors and tension. And besides,” you lift your left hand to admire the ring he meticulously picked out for you.
“I’m tired of hiding who got me this amazing ring.”
“Plus Kita and Aran figured it out,” Suna adds as he stands and lends you a hand. His laughs at your dropped jaw and helps you look somewhat normal. If he’s being honest, breaking up with you was the best and worst thing for him. He got what he wanted but also realized who he was without you and wanted to be part of your life. All the missed important dates in both of your lives was due to schedule conflicts but the two of you had private celebrations. Both of your managers knew of your relationships and did their best to conceal it so the two of you could focus on your careers. It really was for the best, you think as you check yourself in your phone camera before hearing the door unlock. Rin looks back at you with a soft smile with his hand held out.
“Are you ready to shake up the world?”
*****
Bonus
When the two of you return to the party, all eyes are on you as Suna lifts your left hand and proclaims that you’re his fiancé and have been together in secret for years. You threaten after that if any of them lean this info that you will have all of them doxxed. Suna shakes his head and says, “she’s joking, but seriously. Don’t.”
Atsumu and Osamu have matching expressions as the two of you approach them. Both of them sputtering out “we’re so sorry, we didn’t know, we’re such dicks,” yadda yadda before you silence them both.
“Turns out, we are better apart. But we’re our best when we are together. Suck on that!”
“She’s a little drunk.”
You snort, “on your dick.”
“Alright, we’re leaving. And if any tabloid asks, we left separately.”
The atmosphere shifts when you leave and the Miya twins just gape at each other. The blond speaks first.
“You owe me 1000 yen.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
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