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@diegobrandolover99
call yourself out, but love yourself through it.
I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.
my weaknesses i fear
Tokyo Store Fronts
"It's a dog!"
"Yeah, he's not even a very good one. But he's out there alone, and probably scared."
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.
love that guy fr
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
ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!
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
This campaign is not just about survival. It’s about rebuilding a future — A family home, a shared life, a place where our father can rest safely, Where the next generation of our family can grow up knowing peace instead of trauma.
💬 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
We are not asking for charity. We’re asking for a chance to stand again, To rebuild something we can pass on to the children who survived.
Vetted By @gazavetters No:537
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.
Always, forever.
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.
aw this so wholesome
type shi
p.s. fuck trump
ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!
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!!! 😛
and please block me if you disagree!
well yes!
★ 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?"
awwwwwww
⊹ ࣪ ˖౨ৎ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭... 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐢𝐞 <𝟑
♡: had to write for my fav office hottie<3
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.
might make this a series for the jjk men lol <3
fushiguro toji made previous men feel like boys.
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?"
a film about the jim crow south, detailing the southern experience for people of color (specifically black) and oppression through religion, exploitation, and organizations against us and how we rise above it through music, love, family, etc. and YOU people js wanna focus on the white guy that you wanna fuck. got it, got it!
last post complain abt ts i swear ☹️
GOT ITTT