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WHERE ARE ALL THE FICS ABT HIM PLZ🙏😩
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No thoughts just him 😩
WHERE ARE ALL THE FICS ABT HIM PLZ🙏😩
Spine worship with Higuruma
Bro works so hard so when he gets the chance I’m sure he has his hands all over you but especially your back 😩
Oh dear god
Halloween is over (unfortunately 🤧) I’m ready for Christmas themed Adrian chase writing tho😩😩😩
(yall im obsessed with him lawd 😩)
Both Adrian’s but wearing ghost face costumes/Mask 😩😩
HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃
Just imagine Nanami or Geto (or literally anyone you want) as a lovesick boyfriend who wants you to stay with him and be his wife
He was completely gone for her. In his eyes, she was perfect—his peace, his home, his whole world. No one else came close, and no one ever would.
That was never clearer than when he walked through the front door after a long day and saw her in the kitchen. She was barefoot, wearing a soft little nightgown and her bonnet, humming to herself while stirring a pot on the stove.
He leaned in the doorway, admiring the view like it was the first time. “I love when you cook for me.”
She glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, hand resting on her hip. “I know. You always devour my food like you’ve never eaten before.”
He stepped closer with a grin. “That’s not the only thing I feel like devouring right now.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “That was so corny.”
“I know,” he chuckled, slipping his arms around her waist from behind. He pulled her in, nuzzling his face into her neck. Her scent, her warmth—it was everything. “Still true, though.”
She leaned back into him, smiling. “You’re a mess.”
“You know…I wouldn’t mind coming home to this every day.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Don’t you already?”
“I do,” he said. “And I’m grateful. But I’m thinking…what if we made it official? Like—you cook, I come home, we chill, I take care of everything else. You take care of me, too. A real setup.”
She turned in his arms to face him fully, eyebrows raised. “Are you saying…you want me to be your housewife?”
“If that’s the term for it, sure. Why not?”
She tugged him down by his tie, eyes playful. “Okay, serious question…”
“Hit me.”
“If I’m gonna be your little housewife or whatever… are we talking full benefits?”
He grinned. “Define ‘benefits.’”
She tapped his chest. “Like… you paying all the bills while I lounge in pajamas and make pancakes.”
He laughed. “As long as you keep making those cinnamon ones, deal.”
“So you’re saying I could quit my job and become a full-time pajama chef?”
“Retire today, baby.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, teasing. “Mmm, tempting. But I’d still need emotional support too, not just financial.”
“Done. I’ll be your therapist, your hype man, your designated spider killer—whatever you need.”
She let go of his tie with a smile. “Damn. You came prepared.”
“I had to. You’re a tough negotiator.”
He took her hand gently, lifting it to his lips and kissing each knuckle. “So… what do you say?”
She grinned, folding herself into his arms. “I say you better have that ring ready.”
He laughed, spinning her around and kissing her softly. “Please. It’s been sitting in my dresser for a week.”
Without another word, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her down the hallway as she giggled in his hold—ready to seal the beginning of something real.
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
Okay so this was inspired from this painting I saw of this soldier yearning for his wife after a war and it made me this about König coming back from deployment ready to see his wife and when he gets home he is immediately obsessed with her smell after months of smelling male odors and sweat he has completely forgotten the smell of his beautiful wife and he can’t help but want to be enveloped in her..well..Everything
(As I’ve always said before feel free to use my ideas and plz tag me I’d love to read them)
If someone doesn’t make an obsessed mark x reader imma go crazy 😩😩
Here another idea from meee
Sevika is so tired and irritated by literally EVERYONE We all know she was stressin out before jinx came into the picture but after this woman DEF aged another 10 years dealing with her (I love jinx tho don’t get it twisted) then the war between the cities broke out and she became a council member and now the woman is practically spinning every damn day dealing with them, all she wants is to go home to her lover and be with them because they seem to be the only person to not get on their nerves and after a while Sev finally retires she’s stress free she doesn’t know what to do with herself, after the first day she got her retirement letter she couldn’t be happier walking out of the council room straight to the home she shared with her lover to show her just how happy she is to be able to retire with her love
This was a random idea that popped up after I found
This tik tok if someone wants to write a smutty
Lil fic I wouldn’t mind make sure you tag me tho 💜
Okay yall hear me out…
She surprises you with one of your favorite Halloween slasher’s costumes 😩
Artist credit goes to. pollypillar on TikTok
(If someone were to be so kind and get creative that’d be appreciated… AND MAKE IT NASTY)
YALL IMAGINE An angsty Fic with Sevika we all know she’s loyal to the under-city A loyal Soldier willing to do whatever necessary to protect the people including the reader so would she pick you over her cause? (It’s gotta be ANGSTY and feel free to include some NSFW in there if you feel creative)
#Need that
𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 ⎯⎯⎯ s.suguru x fem!reader (part 1/2)
SYNOPSIS: You were young, dumb and so in love. There was always this adrenaline rush when you and Suguru were together; harmony, romance and protection. Fate, you called it. Our youth ⎯ you cherished it. But every high ends doesn't it? When Suguru left; the sorcerer society and you, Shoko and Satoru. And you were left with the weight of more than what you could carry. Decisions of your youth, testament of your love. TW: sexual intercourse <not really explicit, but I'll tag it as smut>, Satoru and Shoko being super depressed, heartbreak, abandonment, !!mentions of teen-pregnancy and abortion!!, crying, smoking, suguru being cruel, panic attacks
"This is the last time." He whispers, his voice hoarse, his lips pressing against the nape of your neck. His large hands grip your waist tightly, his hot breath fanning on your skin as he looks at you, and you feel your chest tighten into knots. "I won't be able to see you again anymore." He says, deftly pulling on the hem of your top.
Your lips part, a shaky breath leaving the warm cavern. You knew this was coming. The way he was spiralling out of despair. His long lashes flutter against his cheek, eyebrows scrunched ever so slightly at the centre of his forehead. His teeth are clenched tightly, a muscle lightly feathers on his jaw. Little lilac veins bedeck the expanse of his pale neck, its a strange hue. Starting with a purple undertone it fades into a soft greenish-blue.
You gulp and remain silent as you wrap your arms around his neck. Shaky breaths, and the rustle of the sheets is the only sound that echoes with the walls of the room. You are hyperaware, as if your brain is wracking hard to absorb every single sensory detail of tonight.
Slowly, he lays you down on the bed, his large and calloused hand coming to cup your cheek, his eyes taking in the sight of you underneath him. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, a silent command for you to look him in the eye. "I hope you hate me." He whispers, his chest rising and falling quickly. "If the last thought you have of me is disgust and disdain, I could die a happy man."
PART 2 WHEN THIS GETS 500 NOTES GOGOGO
February started with false hopes of a ceasefire.
It is now February 15 and the largest medical facility in South Gaza, which sheltered ~2,500 people and had been under siege for two weeks, has been attacked. It is now completely out of function.
We are 21 days away from marking 5 months of ongoing genocide.
Here are several posts with numerous donation links & other ways to help. I’ll also include the tag I use for those posts, where you’ll find individual gofundme’s listed as well. There is also Operation Olive Branch, which has an excel sheet of numerous families in Gaza & how to donate to them + how to contact them. If you can afford it, please consider donating and please, please remember to scroll down to donate to families at the bottom of the list. If you cannot give, please simply share as many resources as you find.
hi, it's me again.
i'm here to talk and beg for you guys to do a favor or just read this post carefully.
a few hours ago i posted a thread on twitter explaining what's happening in brazil with the indigenous tribe "Yanomami".
for those who don't know, i am a brazilian person and this is an extremely sad and cruel thing to hear coming from my country and the people who were here first.
i'd like to ask you guys to at least skim over this thread i made, there's a lot of information including petitions and articles.
(sometimes the link doesn't work so you can just search @swftspX on twitter, the thread is pinned)
you don't have to follow me or like any other posts of mine. just PLEASE. read this.
if you don't want to, i'd like for you to at least see what's happening with the Yanomami people and i'll put some links.
this is them. they're currently suffering from starvation and the brazilian court has openly discussed the fact that the Yanomami people are suffering a genocide due to illegal mining explorations. there has been reports of sexual assault with little kids, miners offering food and gold in exchange of sex with minors and/or their mothers. people dying from diseases since there's barely clean water on their territory and overall it's been hell in there. this happened while Bolsonaro was in command and now they're STILL suffering.
PLEASE. don't let my people die.
articles:
The population suffers with the escalation of wildcat miners' violence in their lands; the attacks continue
The crisis in Indigenous lands in Brazil has deep roots and cannot be resolved with half-measures.
Shaman Davi Kopenawa Yanomami furrowed his brow as he stared out at the skyscrapers and buildings looming through the window of his oak-pane
petitions:
The Yanomami are fighting for their lives. Thousands of armed gold miners have invaded their land and are destroying the forest, attacking t
Punishment for the responsible of the Genocide of the Yanomami People