one of my serious favorite things abt heated rivalry is that they're still acting during sex. this seems obvious maybe but i think during a lot of movie sex scenes, actors revert to typical, expected mannerisms, where as connor storrie and hudson williams have specific mannerisms specifically for their characters that reflect their internal struggles/truths/experiences. this is difficult to talk about because people think i'm joking/don't take it seriously bc it's sex, but i'm serious. it's easily noticeable from connor storrie - ilya likes watching himself go in & out of shane & looks down to see it quite often; ilya likes groping shane's chest; ilya makes that one face all the time; ilya likes putting his fingers in shane's mouth. but it's also apparent from hudson williams - shane is very repressed and stunted about his pleasure at the beginning of each scene, but loses himself/relaxes continuously (particular favorite of mine is the first time they go all the way - shane is at first annoyed/embarrassed by ilya repeatedly asking him if he's okay [shane's complicated relationship with masculinity] but by the end is just moaning and has allowed himself to go lax, facedown); shane is clearly learning tricks from ilya (ex. the chest groping & fingers in mouth); shane gets overwhelmed when he looks at ilya for too long during sex and has to look away or close his eyes.
i just have an insane amount of respect for these guys. and i could make a whole other post about how they use sex to show the shifting dynamics in shane & ilya's relationship and especially the significance of sex in episode six
My brother Yazan is suffering from a severe burn on his foot ๐ The pain never stops, keeping him from walking or sleeping. Weโre trying everything, but he needs special care we canโt afford. Please help us.
Subject: Collecting the rest amount of money to pay the rent of the house
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In the heart of Gaza, a family of four clings to survival in the shadow of war.The father, once a small shop owner, used to earn enough to c
We never imagined we would reach a point where asking for help feels heavier than hunger or fear ๐
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I watch my mother suffer in front of me, completely powerless.
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My name is Asmaa, and I am writing on behalf of my displaced family in Gaza. We lost our home and only source of income due to the war and now live in extremely difficult conditions with no security or income. My elderly parents both suffer from serious health problems, and my mother urgently needs a life-saving surgery that is unavailable because of the war and blockade. We are struggling to survive and humbly ask for your help to find safety, dignity, and hope.
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In a cold corner of Gaza, a broken father stands before a house that is no longer a homeโits walls pierced by absence, its roof open to a merciless sky. ๐๐ฅบ
He holds his small child with trembling hands, as if all the warmth left in the world is hidden in his chest, while the wind tears through what remains of hope. His family sits around him, pale faces and eyes asking a single question: How will we survive tonight?
This father was once a simple worker, returning at the end of the day carrying his exhaustion and a meal that was enough for them. Today, he has no job left, no door to knock on, no opportunity to provide for his family. The Israeli war stole his livelihood, broke his back, and left his children sleeping in the winter coldโwithout blankets, without walls to protect them, and without the promise of a warmer morning.๐ญ
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Here in Gaza, catastrophe cannot be measured in words. It is long nights without electricity, empty stomachs, destroyed homes, and dreams postponed to an unknown future. Yet this father clings to a thin thread of patience, because surrender would mean failing his family. He lifts his head to the sky and whispers a simple prayer: that this winter will pass, and that his children will stay aliveโฆ for that is all he has left now.
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My name is Motasem, and today I write these words with a burden in my heart that no one could bear. The war has taken everything from me. I
He had been reeled in by this annoying Canadian, and all that he knew was that he wanted to stay. He wanted to anchor himself to Shane and just...stay.
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