so, edwin enlisting charles’ help in learning how to kiss, right?
charles being like, “all right. before we get started, show me what you think you know about kissing.”
and edwin looks at him nonplussed. “charles, i do not know anything about kissing. that is why we are taking part in this ex—”
“nah, mate, i know that. but, like, you’ve got to have some idea, yeah? like… what you’d do in 1908, or whatever.”
“i was eight years old in 1908.”
“you know what i mean!”
and edwin is all, “…fine.”
and he sort of… sits lost in thought for a minute. charles is expecting him to go in for a very chaste peck, or something. even a kiss on the cheek.
but edwin reaches for one of charles’ hands instead. picks it up delicately, curls his fingers around charles’ in a loose but undeniable hold that charles could pull free from, if he wanted.
edwin dips his head, and glances up at charles through his lashes as if for assent, and then he raises charles’ hand to press a brushing kiss to charles’ knuckles, not looking away all the while.
“charmed, i’m certain, mr. rowland,” he murmurs, still bent low over charles’ hand.
and just as quickly, he’s let charles’ hand drop again, is withdrawing his own back to his lap, looking at charles like he’s expecting to be graded.
and charles is like, what the fuck??? was that??? blushing. completely flustered. gobsmacked. taken out at the knees. can a hand kiss make him fall in love???
barty and evan: *arguing, quite literally at each others' throats*
barty and evan, merely one second later: *making out passionately on the couch*
james:
james: uh-
regulus: don't worry this happens every now and then
james, who spent is whole life thinking he was straight (or honestly never thought abt it but has only had crushes on women)
regulus, who joins his sixth year with a tongue piercing, a vertical labret, red streaks hidden in his hair and facial features sharper than my future
james, who very nearly has a fucking heart attack at the sight of his best friend’s younger brother when they go back to Hogwarts in september and then spends the next year of his life trying to woo him (he ends up just making a fool of himself time and time again but regulus falls for him anyway (don’t tell anyone, he’s in denial))
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A Cry of Hope: A Family's Journey from the Rubble to Rebuilding 🌟
A Cry of Hope: A Family's Journey from the Rubble to Rebuildi… Hani Yasser needs your support for "Save Hani and His Family: A Campaign to R
War is not just bombing and destruction; it devours our lives, strips us of safety, and takes away all our dreams. My name is Hani, a 26-year-old from Gaza. Despite all the destruction and loss, I still hold on to hope because it is the last thing I have. This is my story and the story of my family, torn apart by war but united by love and resilience. 🌱
Before the War: A Simple Life and Deferred Dreams
Before the war turned our lives into a nightmare, I was striving to achieve my dreams in social work after completing my university studies. I dreamed of contributing to improving people's lives in my community and serving the most vulnerable groups, but the lack of job opportunities in Gaza prevented me from realizing this dream. I had to work as a taxi driver 🚗 to support my large family. It wasn’t what I had planned, but it was the only way to provide for them.
We lived a in a small house in northern Gaza, trying to cope with daily difficulties, but we were together, and that was enough for us.
Then came the war, and it took everything. It turned our lives upside down, and my dreams became like scattered debris. 💔
The War: When Dreams Turned to Ruin
In one moment, we lost everything. Our home was destroyed, and the car that was my livelihood was also wrecked. We fled to the south to escape the bombings, and a tattered tent became our shelter. We now live in a camp where the heat is unbearable , and diseases surround us from all sides. My children and younger siblings live in constant fear 😔, deprived of education and safety. Their childhood was stolen from them, and their daily struggle is to find simple moments of joy in the midst of this destruction. 🎈
Despite all this suffering, hope still shines in our hearts. We believe that with your solidarity, we can rebuild our lives. 🌟
Human Solidarity: Hope in Difficult Times
Despite the distance, we received unexpected support from friends who didn’t know us personally but felt our suffering. One sent us food aid 🍞, and another sent messages of support through social media. These messages and donations renewed hope in our hearts and made us believe that the world has not forgotten our humanity. 💖
Even the support from the local community, though modest, gave us the strength to continue resisting. Some neighbors gave us what they could, offering food and medicine. That assistance was a silent message that solidarity between us can triumph over the horrors of war. 🕊️
Hope for the Future
Hope is what keeps us alive in the hardest moments. One night, I received a message from my brother Salem, who lives in a camp in Greece. He said to me, "One day we will gather in a safe place, and we will live in peace." His words were a ray of light illuminating the dark nights. 🌙
My Family: Resilience in the Face of the Impossible
My Father Yasser (55 years old): He was the pillar of the family, but chronic illnesses have made him unable to work. His health deteriorates day by day, but having him with us is a blessing we cling to. 🙏
My Mother Manal (50 years old): She suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure. Despite needing constant care, her strong will is our source of strength. 💪
My Brother Salem (27 years old): He studied electrical engineering, but had to work as a laborer in a plumbing tools factory. He suffered a severe foot injury, leading to a 70% disability. He decided to leave Gaza in search of treatment and work, and now lives in a camp in Greece. 🌍
My Sister Safaa (23 years old): She is the daily support of the family, working hard to provide food and water for us. 💧🥖
Ibrahim (15 years old): A young boy with a big heart, trying to smile despite all the tough circumstances. 😊
Nasser (7 years old), Bara’a (5 years old), and Adam (3 years old): These children have never known a true childhood, but they try to find simple moments of joy amidst the destruction. Every day they lose a part of their innocence due to the constant fear of bombings and disease. 😢
Our Daily Conditions: Between Poverty and Suffering
Each day in the camp presents a new challenge. We live in a small, dilapidated tent, and suffer from a lack of clean water 💧 and food. Medicines are expensive, and food is scarce. My children can't go to school due to a lack of resources 📚, which increases our psychological suffering. Despite all of this, we try to maintain our spirit and resilience, believing that change is possible with your support. 🌱
Our Campaign Goals: An Urgent Call to Rebuild Our Lives
We now live beneath the rubble, and our goal is to secure the essentials to rebuild our lives:
1. Secure permanent shelter for the family: Build a stable tent to protect my family from the harsh conditions. 🏡
2. Provide medical treatment for my mother and father: Fund treatment to alleviate their suffering. 💉
3. : .Return our children to education: Provide basic educational supplies for the children. 📚
4. Sustainable food support: Provide food for our family on an ongoing basis. 🍞
5. Move the to a safe place: Secure the necessary resources to relocate to a place far from conflict. 🛤️
6. Rebuild our professional lives: Start small projects to ensure financial independence. 🛠️
7. Protect the children from diseases: Secure medical tools and cleaning supplies to protect our children from illness. 🧼
Urgent Appeal
This is not just a story about a family suffering under the rubble; it is a cry of hope and resilience in the face of the impossible. My family desperately needs your support. War has destroyed us, but we have not lost faith in the possibility of rebuilding our lives. We ask you to stand by us in this difficult time, so together we can provide shelter 🏠, treatment 💊, education 📚, and food 🍞 for our children.
Every contribution no matter how small, brings us one step closer to a better life, free from fear and destruction. 🕊
Help us today to protect our future and build a tomorrow full of hope. 🌟
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It’s happening!!! I’m not sure how many pages I’ll post at a time (not enough to post yet) but this project is going to be enormous soooo R+ me as it goes along plz? Thanks!!!
It honestly blows my mind when someone calls Charles a straight boy. Like, did we even watch the same show?? Have you actually seen Charles onscreen for any amount of time at all? He’s sitting on top of furniture, a single dangly earring, and pants that cut off above the ankle to show off his socks. If that wasn’t enough, this boy looks up all the references Edwin makes so he can understand him, and then compares his crush to him because them having the same qualities is why he likes her. He starts acting like a jealous housewife as soon as another boy gets close to Edwin and threatens to punch the cat king the second he thinks he tried making unwanted advances on him. He compares himself and Edwin to Orpheus and Eurydice, one of the most romantic tragedies of all time (which he thought was ONLY romantic) then tells him they have the rest of forever to figure out what their relationship means to the both of them. Not even 2 minutes after they were told that they were safe from the afterlife and allowed to stay together, he starts overtly flirting with Edwin, leaning into him and joking about his charming smile when he already knows just how charmed Edwin is.
If after all that you still think this punkfuck 80’s boy is 100% straight then I’m so sorry but one of us is delusional here and it’s certainly not me
No but the way Charles can dish it but can't take it when it comes to jealousy is so funny to me. He's talking about "getting it on" with Crystal making Edwin all jealous but as soon as Edwin TRADES BOOKS with Monty Charles like Wtf is this mate
Edwin, looking at Crystal with distaste: I don’t think allowing the living to join the agency is a good idea. They’d only ruin things. Only bad will come of this.
Edwin: Not you, Niko. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you.
so, edwin enlisting charles’ help in learning how to kiss, right?
charles being like, “all right. before we get started, show me what you think you know about kissing.”
and edwin looks at him nonplussed. “charles, i do not know anything about kissing. that is why we are taking part in this ex—”
“nah, mate, i know that. but, like, you’ve got to have some idea, yeah? like… what you’d do in 1908, or whatever.”
“i was eight years old in 1908.”
“you know what i mean!”
and edwin is all, “…fine.”
and he sort of… sits lost in thought for a minute. charles is expecting him to go in for a very chaste peck, or something. even a kiss on the cheek.
but edwin reaches for one of charles’ hands instead. picks it up delicately, curls his fingers around charles’ in a loose but undeniable hold that charles could pull free from, if he wanted.
edwin dips his head, and glances up at charles through his lashes as if for assent, and then he raises charles’ hand to press a brushing kiss to charles’ knuckles, not looking away all the while.
“charmed, i’m certain, mr. rowland,” he murmurs, still bent low over charles’ hand.
and just as quickly, he’s let charles’ hand drop again, is withdrawing his own back to his lap, looking at charles like he’s expecting to be graded.
and charles is like, what the fuck??? was that??? blushing. completely flustered. gobsmacked. taken out at the knees. can a hand kiss make him fall in love???
