hi! im frank, i use he/him pronouns and i've only just recently started to get into the redactedverse. i'm also a fanfic writer! find me on cheapricks on ao3!
When @noor-alanqar shared her fundraiser with me, I wanted to help her Gofundme spread by drawing her three beautiful children. She, her husband, and their three children Rajaa (5 years old), Youssef (10 months old), and Hussein (6 years old) all need to rebuild and stay safe.
Here is Nour's campaign, she is halfway to her goal, with €20,558 raised of €40,000!!
Hello,
I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a… Nour Alanqar needs your support for Rebuilding Live: A Mother's Plea for Hope
If you cannot donate, I would really appreciate it if you could share her campaign. Let’s help her reach her goal!!
As I have messaged her, she has also asked me to mention the people below:
Angel had periods of no sleep, especially when his life was filled with stress. He shouldn’t be that stressed, though. David’s life was just filled with the stress that came from planning a wedding. He also had to work extra hard as more events happened around Dahlia, but more importantly, he had to deal with customers and tell them that they had to find a different security team when they approached the wedding. So why did he have to be so stressed? He didn’t know. But he was getting really tired. Mentally, not physically. Physically, he was wide awake, laying down on the kitchen tiles and trying not to deal with the Californian heat.
If someone had told him that northern California got this hot, he would’ve never moved here in the first place. Angel Chavez grew up in San Diego, where heat was not a big issue. This house, however, was a big issue. David had promised that he would get some guy to look at their air conditioning, but expenses prior to the wedding are rough. Angel hated spending more money than needed, so this was always a big dilemma. For now, they were running a window A/C, but despite how much he hated to admit it, David did like to hold him close. Don’t get Angel wrong; he loved the guy more than anything, but it’s the middle of summer! He cannot deal with a clingy, hairy man making him sweat like crazy.
The man stares at the ceiling before he hears the padding of heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen. The light doesn’t turn on, but he hears a grunt.
“What happened?” David asks, going over to stand by the other
“Mm… It’s so hot in our room.” Angel replies, “Tile is cold.”
David hums; there’s a sniff that fills the air, and then Angel can feel eyes looking over him in the dark before his fiancé shuffles over to the fruit bowl and picks up an orange. He stabs his thumb in the center of the top, peeling back the rind of it.
“Your blood sugar is low.” David informs
Angel looks up at him, there was a twitch of a smile on his lips before he licked his lips, "Thank you."
David only nods, this is what he does. He cares for what he loves, immensely and a million times over.
hey redacted fandom... remember when i said i would be back and then i never posted again? yeah me too. so hi again! its been so busy but i finally graduated, i also started testosterone and i've been working constantly. but now that the summer is here, i have a lot more time to write! i have a few things in mind but i just wanted to say that ive missed you guys so very much!
me (in an old timey TV commercial voice): So, you played Fallout: New Vegas because you liked the television show so much and gosh... You may be wondering just what comes next! May I suggest trying hormone replacement therapy?
HEY REDACTED FANDOM!! im so sorry for being gone, i recently just started working more and more, and i have a lot of medical issues that im going through.
however ive been wanting to do more legos for the fandom and some fanfic (i have an idea for sam and darlin!)
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