"I'll be your executioner. I'll join your sword dance. Tell me what do you want me to do first? How do you want me to do it? Who do you want me to kill first?" ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
Please can you publish trustworthy links for donating to Syria so it helps reach the less supported people?
There are 3 main ones I know of (I have family in Syria that are directly affected)
1. Molham
I've included a link to where people can donate and here is a link to their twitter page where they're giving regular updates. Here's a third link to donate in Euros
Molham, to those who don't know, are specifically a non profit, non government team that have been providing relief for displaced & refugee Syrians. They're now helping out with the Earth Quake.
2. The White Helmets
Currently searching for survivors and pull ing the dead from collapsed buildings
3. Islamic Relief (this link should work for all countries donating)
Has for a very long time been extremely reliable. I usually donate through them and they tend to help out people all cross the world. They currently have a team in Syria, last I've heard.
here's a link if you're donating specifically in Canada, UK, America,
please PLEASE donate.
Even one dollar, one pound, can go a long way.
And if you can't, PLEASE reblog!!
Syria needs help too! Syria matters too! They're not receiving aid for a variety of political reasons and they desperately need it!!!
help i didn’t see the anonymous opinion post until now so i hope i’m not too late but i think you’re really funny and cool and like you’re just so fun to talk to frl
STOPPPP I LOVE THIS SO MUCH oh my gosh u find me funny? 😍 fun to talk to? 🤭☺️😊 (ego is boosting SO hard rn) I FEEL SO AHDJADBJA reading this okg i love u😞😞😞😞
Mingi’s fingers falter around the strawberry gummy packet, taken aback by your snappy response — uncharacteristic of your usually gentle nature. But he quickly recovers, replacing his shock with a teasing smile.
“I finally pour my heart out to you and that’s how you respond?” he chuckles as he finally opens the packet.
“I’m sorry, I just…. what? How?”
“What do you mean ‘how’? I just told you, idiot,” he quips back, mouth full of strawberry gummy.
“Yeah, I heard what you said, but what I don’t understand is why,” you reply with an eyeroll. “And don’t talk with food in your mouth! It’s gross.”
He sticks his tongue out at you as he grabs another packet from the bowl on the coffee table.
“Then you should’ve just said ‘why’.”
Instead of responding back, you slap his shoulder. You’re not sure if his gummy smile as he laughs in response makes you want to kiss him or kill him. Maybe both.
You sigh, melting into his side and leaning your cheek against the soft fabric of his grey hoodie.
“You’re so dumb, you know that?” you mumble into his sleeve. “How could I be anything but hopelessly in love with you?”
You hear him laugh again, this time his voice holding an embarrassed tinge.
“Y/n,” he drags out your name with a whine. You aren’t looking at him, but you can clearly tell that his nose was scrunching — an endearing habit that showed itself whenever he cringed.
“I’m being serious. You’re the sweetest, coolest, most loveliest and considerate boyfriend ever and I have no idea how you don’t see that.”
You trap him in a hug as you whine, embrace tightening as you go on.
“You have the cutest smile, your laugh is probably the sweetest sound in the world and you drive me insane every day because I look at you and it’s like, ‘Wow. That’s my boyfriend. How did I pull someone so fucking hot?’”
Before you’re able to go on any further, you’re suddenly tackled into the couch, Mingi’s large frame pressing into yours as he nuzzles his face into your neck.
“Y/n. Stop it. Seriously,” you can feel him smile against your skin.
You simply grin, threading your fingers into his hair and beginning to play with his greyish blue locks.
“Do you feel better now?”
“A little,” he begins to plant kisses against your warm flesh as he speaks. You giggle at the ticklish feeling. He trails his kisses upwards, you having to stop yourself from squealing as you feel his lips reach your jawline and then finally — your lips.
“I love you,” he says as he pulls away, but he leaves just enough distance between your faces that you can still feel his lips touching yours.
“Your breath smells like strawberries,” you reply with a flushed face.
“Does it taste like strawberries too?”
His lips are back on yours before you can respond.
“I’m not sure… I think you’ll have to kiss me again so I can give you a proper answer,” you say when he pulls away, breathless.
Mingi does nothing but smirk back at you, leaning in again to envelop your lips with his own plush ones.
Yep. Definitely strawberry. And definitely delicious.