And His Dreams

And his dreams ⭐️

You deserved so much more, Gojo

I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

every girl should wake up everyday to this icon and an extra 5k in her bank account and black coffee served to her in bed and also a mouth between her thighs. if u even care 🎀

A cry for help from Gaza

My name is Salem, I am 26 years old. I am married to Hadeel, she is 25 years old, and we have two beautiful children: Laila (5 years old) and Bakr (five months old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.

Laila and Bakr are my heartbeat, the light of my life, and my everything.

The horrific story of the recent war in Gaza

Since the beginning of the last war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us to be displaced. We had to move more than 10 times to find safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced extreme hunger and malnutrition that almost claimed the lives of me and my children. In addition, we have been exposed to many serious infectious diseases and epidemics.

Before: This is our homeland, our dream, and our promising future.

Unbearable hardships

Every day I have to travel long distances just to get water, and stand in lines for hours to get food. My children's mental health deteriorated due to the war, their education was interrupted, and they suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.

After: This is our house, built with our sweat and effort, and it was completely destroyed.

The right to a peaceful life

My children deserve to live a peaceful life free of fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your help means the world to me and my children.

The cost of arranging travel for an adult outside Gaza currently varies

Between $5,000 and $7,000, and $2,500 for each child, in addition to a cost of living of $500 per month.

How can you help?

Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed

Laila: My beloved, the closest to my heart, and my little one.

Bakr: My child who came during this horrific war.

Donate now and help us get to safety

May God reward you greatly for your generosity.

Background on the Gaza war

The war in Gaza has left hundreds of thousands of victims, destroyed infrastructure, and left many homeless. The humanitarian situation in the region has reached critical levels, with severe shortages of basic necessities such as food, water and health care. Children are the most affected, as they have lost their sense of security, education and normal life.

Your support is our hope

Your donation is the light that can guide us towards a better future. Don't miss the chance to be part of a story that saves a family suffering from unimaginable hardships.

Donate now and make hope possible

Thank you for your support and kindness.

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Donate to Save My Family from the War Nightmare in Gaza, organized by Salem Alanqar

A cry for help from Gaza My name is Salem, I am 26 years old. I am mar… Salem Alanqar needs your support for Save My Family from the War

My gratitude

Salem and family

When she pushes against my chest cause it's getting too deep so I push her legs back and force it in deeper

“I WANNA GET CLOSER…”

(Inspired by the song by Isabel larosa.)

Prompt- another sukuna x reader fic- kinda angsty maybe smut but idk. Let’s see what my mind comes up with today!❤️

“Princess, come over here.”

Your eyebrow quirks up in question, you and yujis older brother, sukuna, have been friends for a few years now, slowly getting closer and melting his icy cold exterior. He has a soft spot for you even if you don’t think so.

“Princess? That’s a new one.” You say, striding over to him with a small smile on your face, looking at him, a smirk on his.

He flashes a toothy smile at you and pulls you closer, showing you something on his phone- and it’s one of your reposts on TikTok. Oops.

“When he picks you up when he hugs you?” He asks you, reading out the subtitle in the video.

“Mhm, what about it?”

“Who’s he.”

“Um- my friend.” You stutter out, unsure of what to say.

“Uh huh, which one?” He tuts, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Wait is he jealous?

“Levi- anyway are you jealous?” You ask him, a smirk on your lips and eyes narrowing suspiciously at him.

“No why would I be jealous?” He says defensively, fighting back the blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Then why are you blushing?”

“I’m not brat. I’m frustrated that you can’t read the signs.” He says, stepping closer to you, tilting your chin up to look up at him, lazily tracing your jawline.

“What?”

“Don’t be coy. You know what I mean.” He whispers low in your ear, pulling you closer to him, his hands digging into your hips.

You go quiet, realizing what he means. He likes you, but like that.

Thank god.

“You’ve had no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” Your lips crash onto his, muffling his response, and instead of pushing you away or freezing up, he pulls you closer.

His hand trails up your side, meeting the base of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back so he can have easier access to your neck, peppering kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

Maybe you could get used to this…