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Hey, everyone, This is Bisan from Gaza. I'm still alive and these are some figures you need to know to know what the situation is in Gaza after 70 days of continuous bombing.

So, 25,000 children became orphans after they lost one or both parents in the bombing. Nine out of ten people cannot eat every day and people in Gaza lost 70% of the water before the war. By the way, even before the war, We had so many problems and so many issues with the water: It was not clean, not drinkable, it was not enough for washing or drinking.

More than 25,0000 were killed, either found or still under the rubble, 12,0000 of them being children. Yes, you can now tell what is happening. By the way, 22 hospitals are out of service, more than 100 medical centers are out of service, more than 100 ambulances are out of service, and more than 300 doctors or medical staff were killed.

You can't survive this. You can't have medical care, you can't eat, you can't drink. You can't have anything in the Gaza Strip.

[litleheart]

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— suna relationship hcs

gn!reader suna rintarou suna rintarou suna rintarou. that was me doing a bloody mary btw i'm expecting him at my door later

he likes playing with your hands, writing out words with his fingers and making you guess what they are.

if you give him a pen he Will draw on your hand (you had to make him swear to stop drawing dicks or at least cover them up after)

he gets angry at a game and you jokingly go "rin, baby, stop, look at me. this isn't you." and he deflates and laughs almost immediately. now it's just a regular thing the both of you do whenever you get frustrated and somehow it works

menace suna who steals characters from your mudae wishlist on discord. softie suna who gives them to you for free and was collecting them so no one else would

loves watching bad (horror) movies with you just so you can point out plot holes and laugh

if you'd like him to post you, he always manages to balance great photos with photos that are just a little embarrassing/humiliating

so many mirror pics. so many photos of you sleeping or candid shots of you smiling

his favourites (which have all been lockscreens) are 1. a photo of you resting your chin in his palm while smiling 2. the two of you smushing your faces next to each other laughing 3. a screenshot from a video where you kissed

has a collaborative playlist just for the two of you so you can add songs that you like/remind you of each other

he made another playlist at the beginning of your relationship just for you based on his taste, guessing, and snooping

holds your bags when you go shopping (as long as you can figure out how to hold his hand at the same time)

does uquizzes with you and makes fun of your results if they're bad. give him one that reads him to filth and now he's wondering how they figured out his biggest fear from lyrics and colours

makes a collection on tiktok solely with videos to send you

if you ever want to do your nails he's giving his opinion. he'll pay if you do his idea (perhaps contrary to some belief,, actually makes sure they look good)

the both of you switch off music duty (privilege) during road trips

there's been multiple times where you're playing monopoly or some other competitive game and he just leaves everything he has to you. "babe you can win trust me" no i can't i won't

uses those apps where you can make a widget for the other person's phone. it'll be a cute photo until it's randomly something stupid for 10 minutes then he switches it back or vice versa

uses rock paper scissors to choose who gets up for snacks when you're both on the couch and don't want to move

very clingy when he's tired. doesn't even care who sees him at that point his priority is wrapping himself around you and not letting go

rin loves it if You're clingy. you try to sneak under his arms while he's laying down on his phone? he teases you but wraps you up with him under the blanket. you're holding onto his hand or arm while you're walking around? never has he had a greater life purpose than making sure you don't bump into somebody or trip (unless he's the one tripping you)

tries harder when you come to watch him play even if he denies it when his teammates try to tease him

when you're watching their volleyball practice he says "watch this" as if he's going to do something cool but all he does is hit atsumu in the back with the ball. "what'd you think" "very skilled throw, rin" "What the hell?!"

he tries. so hard to be "more romantic" sometimes. he's (secretly) a little worried that he isn't doing enough so he asks his friends or even his sister for things he can do. he just wants to make sure you're happy being with him o(-(

^ you're the reason he'll go out of his way to do things he usually won't. if you want to sway together to a song he'll do it. if you want to sing karaoke with him he'll do it. if you told him to be nice to atsumu for 5 minutes and gave him a Look, he'd do it (atsumu better Watch out later though)

rin has a section in his closet with your clothes you've left behind at his house / the pieces you always seem to steal from him whether it's a hoodie or a hat

if you start to fall asleep next to him he gently takes your head to rest on his shoulder so you don't hurt your neck

teasingly asked for a kiss before a big game saying you were his good luck charm. now you do it every time before a game or exam without question (he does the same for you in case you were wondering)

always takes a deep breath when you start to play with his hair before leaning further into you (and closing his eyes)

will fake propose or pretend it's your birthday just so you can get congratulations and food at a restaurant

^ he got a fake cheap ring but seeing you wearing it while eating and laughing with him got rin Thinking a little bit.

[youta]

“no, no, like this,” suna says, putting his hand around yours, trying to help you with the controller. your eyes are focused on the tv screen, determined to not crash into the other animated cars.

“shit,” you curse; you lost the match. suna lets out a low laugh, and you slightly punch his shoulder, pouting your lips. “don’t laugh.” 

“i’m not laughing,” he says, putting up his hands as if he didn’t do anything, while wearing a smile on his face.

“i literally heard you,” you squint your eyes at him, and turn to him. you two are sitting on his bed next to each other — he had his arm around you until now to help you play.

“maybe you heard it wrong,” he suggests, and lets out another laugh seeing your face.

“whatever,” you groan, and pick up the other controller from the bed. “let’s play against each other.”

“prepare to lose,” he says confidently. you know he has the advantage, he spends hours playing after all. you could be over at his house, and he’d still sneak in some video gaming time; recently he’s been dragging you into it as well. you don’t mind though, you have to admit, it’s a lot of fun.

after about ten minutes, he’s not so confident anymore. you appear to be better at the game suddenly, and you wonder if he’s losing on purpose. seeing the concentration on his face and hearing the sighs leave his lips, you know you just have the beginner’s luck. 

“i won,” you exclaim proudly, seeing the big text on your part of the screen. 

“good job.” he pulls you closer by your waist, and presses a soft kiss on your temple. 

“i mean, i had the best teacher,” you chuckle, pressing your forehead to his. “and you are the big spoon for tonight.”

[jessiarts]

Based on actual events

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

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[anannua]

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[kalyug]

'why are u smiling at ur phone is it a boy?' no girl its the tumblr mutuals

[carebearwrites]

hey besties :’) i am on break and i have been daydreaming lots

[rinesei-deactivated20220129]

▷II katsuki jr.

␈| bakugou, pomeranians and fries.

␈| @maixcore inspired by your katsumel hcs ily <3 there’s one more post coming for you

"you're stupid," bakugou says, shoving one hand in his pocket, the other one wrapped around yours, as he turns to the other side, "idiot."

"says you?," you retort, huffing and doing the same. "if i'm stupid, you're a fucking clown."

“i told you to let me hold the bags,” he grumbles, “you think i’m weak or what?”

”do you think i am?,” you adjust your grip on the grocery bags in your left hand, “i can hold a few shopping bags, thank you very much.“

”hmph,” his thumb traces circles on your right hand subconsciously, “fuck off then.”

“mh,” you reply, “you fuck off,” you mutter, “fuckass.”

”dumb bitch.”

”dipshit.“

”annoying crap.”

”feral pomeranian .”

he halts in his tracks, letting go of your hand. “you take that back!,“ he yells, glaring at you. “i have nothing to do with that damn ugly dog breed.“

”cuter than you are,” you raise an eyebrow, “and you’re okay with dipshit and fuckass, but not a dog?”

”do i look like a fucking dog?,“ he snatches two bags from you, “give me that,” he takes back your hand, “can’t waste time, have to go to sleep,” is his explanation.

“-it’s literally just 7:30, 'suki-,” you pause, “-plus, i’m hungry. let’s go to mcdonald’s on the way back.“

”we have food at home,” he quips, making you angry-pout.

”and you ask why i call you a grandma.”

”fatass,” he mindlessly comments, knowing he’s fucked up when he hears you speak.

“bakugou-fucking-katsuki,” you snarl, “say that one more time,you lean in closer to him, “and I will kill you.“ you blink. “so, mcdonald’s?”

he groans, gritting his teeth. “fine.“

“hands off my fries,” you hiss at bakugou, “i thought you didn’t like mcdonald’s.”

”i said we have food at home, not that i don’t like it, loser,” he opens his mouth to throw another fry in. “hurry up.”

”i will not,” you slurp coke from the glass beside you, “hey, by the way-,” there’s something that’s been weighing on your mind for a while now, it’s surprising, to say the least, you could’ve fainted when you read the text, so you just have to ask. your voice is grave, and serious.

“i saw the texts on your phone.“

"what?," bakugou sounds different- perhaps panicky for once, "why the fuck were you messing around with my phone?," he immediately takes a defensive stand.

"there's no point in pretending anymore katsuki," you say, sighing.

"you're a fucking simp."

"shut up!," he screeches, cheeks slightly red, "it has nothing to do with you."

you pick up his phone that's kept on the table, unlocking it and scrolling to reach the aforementioned texts. you show him the screen, "so you're saying this discussion about adopting a pomeranian has nothing to do with me?"

”shut up,“ bakugou repeats, “so what if i want a stupid dog?”

”you love me so much it makes you look stupid.”

”as if you’re any better.”

”fair.“

you laugh, and he smiles. it’s a soft one, only for you to see, which is not much of a problem since you’re the only person who can make it happen anyway.

you get up, setting the tray aside. “so,” you start, offering your hand to him, which he takes (gladly, you know it), “can we name him katsuki jr.?‘

”fuck no,” he smirks, “we can name him annoying brat, after you.”

you click your tongue, looping your arm with his. “we’ll see.”

“katsu,” you poke the man, “hang these balloons up.“

your new puppy’s home, and you’re so excited, you decided to throw him a birthday party.

“do it yourself,” he retorts, “im busy with the banners.”

”but-,” you pout at him, “my baby needs my love right now.“

growling at your panting puppy who’s rolling around on his stomach or ’your baby’‘, bakugou grumbles, “little asshole.”

the doorbell rings, interrupting your bickering. kirishima walks in with mina, denki and sero. “hi!,” you greet them, holding up your pup in front of them.

“meet katsuki jr.”

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“so.”

suna looks up at you, “so?”

“you come here often?” you grin.

he gives you an unimpressed look. you still notice the way the corner his lips quirked up a little. (your pride swells).

“you know i work here.” he leans against the counter.

you bounce on your feet, lips pursing in faux confusion.

“what a coincidence.” you smile, leaning closer to him. “my favorite person works here.”

he leans forward when you say that, a smirk growing on his lips. “really?”

“yup.” you laugh.

“what about you?” he yawns.

you tilt your head in confusion.

“you come here often?” he shoots back, smirk becoming teasing when you turn away.

you hide your smile behind your hand when you look back at him.

“i frequent this place.” you put your hands on your hips.

“how interesting,” he sighs, “my favorite person also frequents this place.”

you cross your arms over the counter, a smile blooming in your lips.

you lean forward. “do they now?”

and suna nods, a genuine smile on his lips. “yeah. they come here every morning before their first class.”

“i bet they’re happy there’s barely any customers,” you lean up, “they love having you all to themselves.”

“what a coincidence.” he leans closer to you. “i love having you all to myself, too.”

you smile, slowly leaning towards him. suna inches his face closer to yours.

“i have to ask you something very important, though.”

you get goosebumps when his breath fans your lips. you can practically feed his lips against your. you inch your face closer to his.

he pulls away, cocky smirk on his lips. “what are you gonna order?”

you have to stop yourself from toppling over the counter. you blink at him. he laughs when he sees your bewildered expression.

“what?” you squeak.

suna taps the sharpie against the plastic cup in his hand. “coffee. you gonna have your usual?”

you blink at him, frowning. “will it be free if i kiss you?”

“no.”

you click your tongue. “fine.”

“i still wanna cash in that kiss, though.”

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[anatomicalbrain]

hand holding. face holding. cuddling. kissing. light finger tracing. massages. hugs. skin touching. body warmth. physical affection.

[carebearwrites]

hi hehe school is keeping me sO busy >:(

[daily-suna]

[carebearwrites]

sorry i havent been around school has been kickin my butt ://// 

[tetsuphobia]

[2:41 PM] KUROO TETSURŌ

kuroo, you think, might be one of the stupidest people to ever exist.

and that has nothing to do with his grades, really—he’s never failed a test and he’s always top of your class and you’re sure if he really applied himself, he could probably do anything he put his mind to. but as he closes the door to the storage closet behind you, all of that seems to dissolve right at your feet—leaving you to believe that he truly couldn't get any dumber than this.

“this is an awful idea,” you say, and he has a stupid little smile on his face as he clicks the door shut.

“it’s only awful if we get caught.”

“and we’re gonna get caught.”

he grins, “not if we’re careful.”

and you could kill him—you really could—but he’s pretty and tall and something seems to spark beneath his skin as light shadows the room, so you hold off, a little more captivated than you'd ever care to admit.

he shifts, stumbling over broomsticks and dodging the equipment scattered on the floor beneath him, and you laugh—bright and warm and loud enough to fill the room before kuroo throws a hand over your mouth.

"okay, i don't know what you think careful means, but jesus, i hope it isn't that." his brows knit at the top of his head as he whispers, and it only leaves more laughter to fall from your lips.

"this is stupid," you mumble into the palm of his hand as you tug his fingers away from your face. "you're stupid."

"woah, woah, i just wanted to see you before the game—you're the one causing all the commotion." you tilt your to the side, watching a fire begin to dance through his eyes.

"and you couldn't see me anywhere else?"

he's grinning again—big, wide, and toothy—and you know you've set yourself up.

"nope, not like this." his fingers reach the side of your cheeks—breath tangling in the air between you—and god, you really have set yourself up.

"oh absolutely not, we are not about to-"

and he kisses you.

and kuroo tastes like warmth and honey and something like home, and though you realized that a long time ago, in this moment—as he backs you against the wall, kicking up a mop in the process—you can feel it drag across your lips.

he follows your breath, tugging the air from your lungs, and—as much as you wish to keep him from the satisfaction—the feeling nearly swallows you whole.

"i'm gonna kill you," you murmur into the side of his mouth—your hands finding the base of his shoulders—and he chuckles, teeth pulling at your bottom lip.

"oh please." you can feel him smile into the kiss—feel the warmth of his laughter spread across your skin. "you'd miss me too much."

"i'll live," you reply, and there's a certain dread with pulling away—a force so incredibly kuroo that you really really wish he wasn't right. that you wouldn't miss him, or this, or the stale air of the supply closet as much as you would.

"oh, well if that's the case i can just-" he backs away—feet tracing the floor beneath you—and as he reaches the door you tug at his wrist, pulling him back in your direction.

"hm—i think someone doesn't want me to go." he smiles again—a devilish little thing that rolls across his features.

"just shut up and kiss me," you say, and god, you don't have to ask him twice.

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