Superman being unapologetic about his care for life of all sorts made this movie for me. He yells at Lois when she asks him why he stopped a war without the government's permission, because "People were going to die!" He tries to keep a giant, dangerous, city-threatening monster alive, or at the very least euthanize it humanely. While the Justice Gang throw every weapon they have at every threat, he goes around saving people, and also a squirrel, because every life matters.
He risks his life for his cousin's dog, because he was out there alone, and probably scared.
people r being really nasty about the floods in texas need i remind you people regardless of if a state is red or blue children dont deserve to die? like i feel like that is a low bar, there are minorities and poor ppl in those places who dont deserve to die and even if there werent celebrating what happened bc “thats what u get for being a red state!!!!” as if the gov officials with power there were remotely effected instead of an average citizen is ghoulish
FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!
i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛
Rebuilding What Was Erased – A Message from Abedmajed in Gaza
My name is Abedmajed, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
In a single missile strike, we lost over 25 members of our family. They were not just names. They were mothers, daughters, sons, grandparents — people we shared meals with, laughed with, and built dreams with.
The missile hit our family home — the heart of everything we knew.
Among those killed were: 🕊️ My mother 🕊️ My sister 🕊️ My older brother His wife and their three daughters 🕊️ My uncle, his wife, and all their sons and grandchildren
We were left with nothing but rubble and grief. Yet somehow, my brother and I survived. And now, we carry the responsibility of rebuilding what was taken — not just for ourselves, but for our father, our surviving siblings, and the memory of those we lost.
💔 Why We’re Fundraising
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💬 The funds raised will help us:
🏗️ Rebuild our family home — which was completely destroyed 🛠️ Provide basic support for our father and siblings 🏡 Create safe, livable conditions for a family shattered by loss
🔒 How the Funds Are Managed
Due to the collapse of Gaza’s financial system, all donations are processed through my brother, who has a U.S. registered Stripe account. Funds are securely transferred to Gaza and distributed in cash here on the ground. We are transparent and ready to provide proof of every step.
🌱 Why Your Support Matters
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My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Your support gives us the strength not just to remember the ones we lost — but to honor them by continuing.
💬 If you can’t donate, a reblog means the world. 🕊️ From Gaza, with hope and dignity — thank you.
or: the one where you and Toji make your way home after getting stuck in the snow on Valentines Day.
cw: 1.5k words, pure fluff, curse words.
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“Good God, it’s cold as SHIIIIIT!”
“How many times are you gonna say that?”
“Until you get it into your thick ass skull.”
Valentine’s Day.
A time for romance. For love. Cute dates, chocolate, sweet kisses, proposals, and red hearts. For warmth with a loved one.
Well that didn’t happen this year, there was a blizzard.
The only people who were out and about were the people who had to work through the snow unfortunately and even then, businesses were closing early. With canceled Valentine’s Day plans and little to no food in the house, you and Toji made the treacherous journey through the falling snow to the grocery store. It was supposed to be a thirty minute trip, max.
But one thing about Murphy's law— it will always get worse.
You two had finished grocery shopping and headed to the car. Well what’s wrong with the car? The ten minutes you were in there, the car got stuck in the parking lot. So you and Toji were forced to walk in the snow. Streets we’re empty as ever, it’s fairly dark out, and you were cold as fuck.
“I told you wear a your scarf, but you don’t fuckin listen!” Toji griped, you two finally got to the main road that would lead you to the house. It looked miles away through the 7 inches of snow.
“I did listen! ‘it’ll be quick,’ you said. ‘yer over thinkin,’ you said! You know who didn’t listen? You! I told you we should just walk but you said the car would be able to make it, now look!” You raised your hands, gesturing to the current situation.
You looked over at Toji who was ignoring you. Sticking out his tongue to catch the snowflakes that fell from the sky.
“If my hands didn’t feel like they were gonna fall off, I’d sock you. I’m soooo serious.” You tried suppressing your chuckles but some still managed to get out. He looked so cute when he did childlike stuff like that. You could never stay fake mad for long.
The only sound being the crunch of snow from both of your feet. You were a shivering mess. You stopped in your tracks for a second, stuffing your hands in your turquoise coat pocket and shuffling them around to heat up.
“Why’re you stoppin?” Toji just six feet ahead of you. Tall ass.
“I’m inch resting to gettin hypothermia or somethin! My hands are freezing!”
“You don’t have gloves on ma?”
“What gloves?!” You exclaimed, stomping your foot over the packed snow.
Toji finally turned to look at you down to your hands. But he felt movement in his back pocket.
Oh, right!
The taller man marched his way over to you, taking his large hands in your and brought them to his mouth to breath on them.
“Better?”
“A little.”
He rubbed them a bit for more heat to circulate around them, then pulled out the black mittens that he accidentally put in his back pocket before you two went to the supermarket. Slipping them each on your hands.
“I- why do you have my mittens on?!” You frowned, glancing down to see your hands and there this big man was. With your like green flowered mittens on that you’d bought for yourself, being stretched out to greater capacity by Toji fucking Fushiguro.
“They’re warmer.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“You run warm Toji!” You whined, and Toji playfully whacked your forehead with the back of his hand.
“So? This is reimbursement for all my lost hoodies.”
“Oh, fuck you!”
A devilish grin formed on his face, pecking your lips and turning to keep walking. “I will, when we get home baby.”
You groaned in annoyance, a silly smile on your face.
You two walked for another ten minutes, snow finally ceasing for the time being but still hard to get though. Somehow you’d managed to get farther away from Toji who was making his large strides like it was nothing. This couldn’t have been his first time tracking through the snow like this.
It wasn’t, but that’s another story for a different day.
You stopped again.
“Mama—“
“—I don’t think-“ you clasped your heart in fake agony, “-I don’t think I’m gonna make it!” You yelled out, setting the over filled grocery bag in the snow. You crouched down. You were sick of walking through the thick snow, even though you were warmer, the bag was heavy, your body was heavy. This was all exercise you didn’t sign up for.
“If you don’t make it, we’ll just die out here then. together.”
Your brown eyes whipped up at him, who was completely resolute with the statement. Your eyebrows furrowing, mouth slightly agape from shock.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” A cheeky grin on his face.
…
Oh this guy, seriously this guy was something else. Your lips formed into a pout, bringing your knees closer to your chest. Toji clicked his tongue, huffing and puffing as he marched to you again. Standing you up on your feet by your armpits like a child.
“Seriously though, we really gotta get home mama. Dogs ‘re waitin for us.”
“But ‘m tiiiired!” You whined out, “can’t we just take a break?” You looked up at the man. Big brown eyes, snowflakes danced on your lashes and a cute pout in the perfect combination. You looked too damn cute for your own good.
Toji flicked your head again, “this is your break Doll.”
Before you could object, the man had your grocery bag in your left hand and took your right hand in the other. Gently tugging you forward so he could grab his two grocery bags he’d sat on the snow.
“You just need a little motivation. You like music right? Sing something.”
“Anything?”
“Anything baby.” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. Leading you two through the snow, making sure the very few cars that passed didn’t come near you. You quickly thought of whatever subject that came to mind. Snow.
“Oh, the weather outside is frightful—”
“—Too close to our current situation.” The older man sighed, “Something else.”
“You said I could sing anything!”
“Anything but that!”
You squeezed his hand tighter, showing him how irky he was being but he didn’t react. You went through your mental catalog again, going through genre to genre like changing the radio station. And then you hit something good.
“I been on my worst behavior~ but, baby, I don’t need no savior—”
“—Love Ariana, but I don’t wanna hear that.”
You gasped, “How do you know that? You’re an Ari stan?”
Emerald green eyes rolled, “you’ve been playin it like your life depends on it all fuckin week!”
“And another thing, because Positions Deluxe is her best work to date—“
“—god damn, Doll. Just shut up and sing something.”
You grumbled, something about Toji being an ass. But complied none the less. Your eyes went down to your held hands, to the sky, the houses with chimneys puffing out smoking. You started humming an intro, a little joy entering you with each heavy foot step.
“There must’ve been an angel by my siiide~”
“Something heavenly lead me to yooouuu!”
“Look at the sky!” You made your way ahead of Toji, still hand in hand. Some kind of adrenaline hitting you.
“What color is it baby?” Toji hummed.
“It’s the color of loooove~” you belted out.
You weren’t a phenomenal singer, neither was Toji once he joined in. But the man loved seeing that giddy smile on your face, your skin heating up from how much you were smiling you were doing in the moment, breath forming in the harsh winter air, lyrics wrapped in giggles.
He swore he fell in love with you all over again at that moment.
Your voice filling the small Japan streets, as you lead the two of you home.
“Shit, we made it!” You yelped out. Jumping for joy as you two finally made it to the top of the hill where Toji’s fairly traditional home sat.
“Baby come on! it’s freezin!” Toji called out to you as you fooled around outside the gate of the home. You finished your mini rushed project, dusting your hands of snow and snagging the grocery bag to join your spouse and dogs in the awaiting home.
The night was cozy.
You two put a beef stew on before heading to the shower and bath (of course). Eating a much needed, soothing, and itis inducing dinner with a wine for you and a beer for Toji. Sitting comfortably in the large, stolen sweatshirt that once belonged to the older man. The dogs were right at the feet of your bed when the two of you called it a night.
Sade’s ‘Kiss of Life’ filling the both of your ears again, vanilla essential oil diffuser filling the air of your bedroom, putting you two in a much needed, deep slumber.
Snow gently trickled down on your quiet home.
Two small makeshift snowmen sitting comfortably inside of a heart under the stone nameplate of the house that read ‘Fushiguro.’
a/n: my v day post being pure fluff is crazy lol. But happy Valentine’s Day, much love to everyone. Genuinely think Toji isn’t one to do much for Valentine’s Day but he’d always set aside time for you.
FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!
i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛
★ in which satoru assures you that pre-wedding jitters are nothing to be worried about xx
"you're freaking out," satoru says, his knock on the heavy mahogany door startling you. your eyes dart to the rich wood, and a frown creases your brow.
"don't come in!" you scold, ignoring his claim. "it's bad luck if you see me before the ceremony."
a faint chuckle floats through the door, and you can practically hear the defensiveness in his voice. "i'm not, i'm not." there's a soft shuffle of movement behind the wood, and you let out a sigh.
"okay, so… i'm a little nervous," you admit, your fingers fiddling with the delicate fabric of your wedding dress. it’s truly beautiful — a dress that your younger self, with her countless pinterest boards, would have been absolutely elated to find.
everything has been perfect so far. satoru made sure of it. but mostly, it’s been perfect because it’s the day you’ve been looking forward to since the moment you met him. there's little that could mess it up, you think, but the stakes still feel incredibly high.
satoru jokes, but you can sense a hint of panic underneath his words. "you're not getting cold feet, are you?"
quick to reassure him, you shake your head, even though he can't see it. "no, 'toru. that's not what i'm worried about. it's more along the lines of, like, tripping down the aisle. what if i trip down the aisle? do you know how mortifying that would be?"
"you're not gonna trip, baby," he snickers, and you're not particularly fond of the amusement he finds in your anxiety. "and if you do, i'll… trip in solidarity."
"in solidarity?" you repeat, scoffing. "seriously? what does that even mean?"
"i'll face-plant alongside you. that way, you won't fall alone. duh."
"okay." a pause, as you tread carefully with your words. "do not do that."
you're sure satoru is pouting on the other side of the door. "why not? isn't that romantic?"
you ignore him, standing up and brushing down your gown, chewing on your bottom lip. "what if it starts raining?"
"does it matter? we're inside."
"oh. right," you mumble, stopping your pacing. "you aren't nervous?"
there's a beat of silence. "no, i'm not. i just want to be married to you already. it's not like i have anything to be scared about, anyway. unless you're planning on running away with my best man?" he kids.
"depends. does geto often have the bright idea to down two cups of coffee before bed and then act surprised when he can't fall asleep until after midnight? and keep me up in the process?"
"point taken. but we make good use of that time, don't we?"
you huff, crossing your arms as heat rises to your cheeks. "shut up."
"hey," he whispers, his knuckles tapping against the door again. "open it."
"what? i can't. it's bad luck," you repeat.
"i know, i know. i'll keep my eyes closed. promise." there's a new softness in his tone, and it has you giving in instantly.
satoru never has to try very hard to convince you of anything. besides, you miss him. it hasn't been long at all, but even the minutes feel like hours, making you ache for his warmth, his touch.
you, a little less than hesitant, pull the door open, and it quietly creaks. your breath catches as soon as you see him, his striking white lashes fluttered shut.
his hair is delicately styled back, held in place with a touch of gel. clad in a perfectly tailored black tie tuxedo, satoru looks absolutely heavenly. your fiancé. your to-be-husband. your soulmate.
he feels for your waist, gently pulling you against his chest, and you melt into his familiar touch. "i just know you look beautiful," he breathes, his voice a low rumble. "i can't wait to see you walk down that aisle."
"i can't wait to walk to that aisle."
he holds you just a little tighter. "i can't wait for you to be my wife."
"ready to get married?" you ask, from the crook of his neck.
𓂃 ♡ always waits quietly while you do your makeup, watching you with his hands in his lap, eyes soft like you’re painting a masterpiece.
“Take your time, angel” he says, and means it. “You’re beautiful, with or without.” But when you finally put your last coat of lipgloss on in the mirror, turning to him with a smile. He’s stunned. Quiet for a moment. Then: “"Forgive me love but..You look too good to share.”
𓂃 ♡ and when you wear something that hugs your curves, he notices. he won’t gawk, but his gaze lingers — and when he does compliment you, it’s low, slow, and deliberate:
“you’re lucky i have self-control,” he says, eyes dark as he smooths your skirt down. “or we wouldn’t be leaving this house tonight.”
𓂃 ♡ absolutely spoils you. Not flashy — intentional. You mention a book you want? It’s on your nightstand the next day. Say your bonnet's worn out? He buys you three. You so much as admire a pair of earrings in passing, and he’s asking for your piercings size.
𓂃 ♡ he’s obsessed with your skin. Your warmth, your softness, your scent — especially when you're fresh out the shower, skin glowing, scarf securing your braids on, and a hoodie way too big. “You are... breathtaking,” he murmurs, tracing his fingers along your thighs like they were carved for him alone.
𓂃 ♡ nanami doesn’t raise his voice — but when he lowers it, he’ll lean in at a party, lips close to your ear, and murmur:
“i’ve been watching you all night, sweetheart. you have no idea what you do to me in that dress.”
then he’ll kiss your cheek so gently, like he didn’t just ruin your composure.
𓂃 ♡ he does your laundry — gently. Folds your delicates with care, makes sure your silk wraps never go in the dryer, even sprays your clothes with your favorite scent before hanging them up. “I like when your closet smells like you,” he says with a shy smile.
𓂃 ♡ he calls you darling, my love, and sweetheart like it’s second nature. But when he’s sleepy and you’re curled up on his chest, that deep voice drops just enough for the real ones to slip out:
“Come here, baby.”
“Don’t leave yet, pretty girl.”
“Can’t sleep without you.”
𓂃 ♡ even in his fitted work slacks, sleeves rolled up and tie undone, you are his weakness. If you pop into his office? You’ll be seated in his lap within minutes, arms wrapped around you, murmuring, “I needed a break anyway.”
𓂃 ♡ when you’re stressed, he runs your bath, sets your favorite candle, rubs shea butter into your thighs after. When you’re sad, he listens without fixing. When you’re soft and giggly, he holds your face like it’s breakable — and kisses your dimples like a vow.
fushiguro toji who doesn't play games. you hadn't heard from him all day. there was no good morning test, no small talk that filled the silence, yet at 6:43 pm sharp, like every day, there was a knock on your door.
when you opened it, there he stood. his shoulders broad, a jacket slung over his form, his hair tousled. a grocery bag hung from his fingers, and the familiar scar on the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw your face.
"i figured ya haven't eaten," he said, his voice rough like he hadn't talked much today; he stepped past you easily, his free hand finding your neck to squeeze once in quiet acknowledgement.
you narrowed your eyes at him, his palm heavy on your nape, "you could've at least texted me today, said something."
"why?"
"because—" you faltered, caught off guard by the straightforwardness of the why, like he didn't just take your passive aggressiveness at face value, "i don't know. it would've been nice."
he raised his eyebrows, "you thought i wasn't comin' or what?"
you shrugged, because you didn't know if that was what you thought. because you were used to flakiness, used to being forgotten, used to men who said a whole lot and followed through on nothing.
exhaling, his hand squeezed down again, "if i didn't give a damn, i wouldn't be here, woman. i don't waste time on people i don't care about. ya think i move for just anyone?"
fushiguro toji who didn't scare easy. not from blood, not from death and sure as hell not from you crying. unlike anybody before, he didn't hover and didn't ask you if you were okay every five minutes. he didn't because it was clear you weren't, because he knew that your pain needed out, because he wasn't going anywhere.
he leaned back, his arms crossed as he watched your chest heave wrecked breaths, sobs stuck in your throat. he waited, no matter how long it took, waited and sat there and watched over you until your body opened up, arms unravelling from your knees. he dropped down next to you, his huge body shadowing you, stance wide, hand finding your thigh. his fingers splayed out to ground as much of you as possible.
"g'on, get that shit out."
you pushed at him, fist finding his arm easily yet with no budging. so, you hit again, intent to find him softening underneath your anger, again and again, and again.
he rolled his eyes, huffing in something almost akin to amusement, the pelting of your fists against his bicep barely more than little pecks left by a fluttering bird, "you done swingin'?"
he let you, still. you didn't scare him, not even close. how could you when he had seen worse? had been worse?
fushiguro toji who didn't get jealous per se. he didn't get into pissing contests with other men when you were approached, who lied about his height, who felt the need to prove that you were with him. at the end of it all, it wasn't about him feeling like he was less.
it was simple, really.
you were welcome to test his boundaries, you were. if you wanted to flirt around, feel like you still had options, make a point to him, then you could go right ahead. he had no interest in stopping you, didn't need to tug you close or make a scene to know that you felt the heaviness of his eyes following you.
he'd sit back in the chair, his legs spread, one arm slung over the backrest of the chair next to him as he watched you: the way you leaned a little too close, laughed a little too much, watched the way that guy inched a little closer to you.
and when you glanced back at him, his gaze already rested on you as you had known, though not with furrowed eyebrows as though he were mad, not bothered. just a heavy stare that spelt more promise than any threat, and if it had the guy's shirt get a bit damp, then all the better for it.
he leaned down to you when you found his side like a butterfly, his breath hot against your ear, "he touches you again, i'll break his fuckin' hand."
to him, it wasn't about feeling less, at all. people just tended to forget, and he was just there to remind them.
fushiguro toji who walked on the outside of the pavement. he stood behind you in a crowd, sat closest to the door in any establishment you were in: his back to the wall, one leg stretched out, the other braced like he was ready to get into action any moment.
he scanned every room like a slumbering weapon, muscle memory kicking in in the way he watched every person that walked in. you felt it in the silence when somebody got too close and he shifted his weight like he was calculating how fast he could drop them. sometimes, when he was bored, he also thought about how quick he could do it for the fun of it.
he never told you you were safe with him — he didn't have to. one day, you just realised that you had never once felt unsafe with him.
fushiguro toji who didn't hide his scars. who chose to let you see them, who chose to allow you to take a peek at his innermost workings, rusted and half-broken. he wasn't somebody who opened up usually; life had a habit of teaching him that no one stuck around when shit got heavy so why would he?
yet, sitting at the edge of the bed, his shirt off and the disfigured marks on full display, he didn't dodge your questions.
fushiguro toji who showed you what it meant to keep choosing you. because he carried more than anybody you had met before, because he wasn't heartless, because he learned to wear the cold like an armour, efficient and far-removed. because with that quiet violence simmering underneath his skin, it was leashed by pure will and determination only.
because living life like that, every day was a conscious decision to hold back. because there was a twisted kind of loyalty within him, raw; one that was forged from the same ruthless intensity that he used to destroy, except now it was directed to protect you.
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