Y’all Gotta Start Writing Reiner Like The PATHETIC LOSER He Is And Not This Macho Man🙄🙄😭 .

its no money november that's where it's november and i dont have any fucking money

TALK ABOUT SUDAN

Sudan-a country located in northeastern Africa at the southern edge of Sahara- has been facing an ongoing civil war since April 15th of 2023. About 13,000 citizens have been killed, including children, elderly, woman, and men. More than 8 million citizens have been displaced. About 70,000+ children are facing life-threatening malnutrition, the numbers are steadily increasing. The war in Sudan is triggering the ‘world’s largest hunger crisis.’

It’s a civil war between two rival factions of the military government of Sudan, the Sudanese armed forces (SAF) and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF). Even before the war started, the Sudanese governed was in complete shambles. In almost daily protests for peace and justice, at least over 50 citizens would be killed ‘accidentally’ (they would have bullet wounds in their heads, chests, and other vital areas), women would be kidnapped and harassed by the ‘RSF’, children and citizens would randomly go missing only to be found in underground freezers meant to be used for fruits and other resources.

Right now, more than 25 million people are facing starvation and dangerous disease. We’re almost 11 months into Sudan war, yet not many people are speaking about this. Please take your time to open the link down below, you don’t even need to donate, just share the link to other people who might be able to.

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I would like to tell you that I am from Gaza, where we are now living under bombs, explosives, warplanes that we cannot sleep from for many nights, and other things. This war has destroyed our bodies, our lives, and our souls. It has destroyed our homes, robbed us of everything, destroyed all places, changed all landmarks, and changed our situation for the worse. We were living a decent life, peace, and love of life, and here we are living in hunger, fear, and terror, me, my children, and the rest of my family, and we do not have the minimum necessities of life, and we live in very dilapidated tents. We do not know how to act when winter comes to us. We will drown in the rain and wind, and I will not know how to protect my family, neither from the bombing nor from the winter.

So please help me so that I and my family can live and survive this ugly war

"i would post about Palestine but i dont want my aesthetic to be messed up" fuck you. From the bottom of my heart, FUCK YOU.

https://x.com/gringatears/status/1763398559519408204?s=12

i have these like ocs in my head and a rly weird story (that wld just give me an excuse to write things) but i just don't wanna make the plot make sense bc i cannot explain robots and cowgirls on spaceships powered by dance i just like it bc it's so silly

The US is not just withholding a truce. It’s actively participating in the eradication of Palestinians.

the best way a man knows how

a moment between two characters i hope to write much more of soon :)

cw: suggestive, implied cheating

“You know, I think you look best from this angle,” he says from his spot on the floor. She knows he says it because he looked at her like this when they first met, to make her wonder if he's been wanting this for that long. It can't be true, he's a gentleman, but a part of her hopes that he felt something similar to what she did when they first locked eyes—that he felt the threads of their fates tangle the moment her heel sank into the muddy green during a ball. She prayed that as he knelt to pull that heel out of the muck, he was filled with the same inexplicable desire to know this person in every capacity of the word. She’d snuck out for a moment of peace, to escape her husband, guests, and royal duties she never asked for, and suddenly he was there. Then, he was on his knees for her, and she knew he’d be trouble.

Again, he kneels before her as she tries to deny him the satisfaction he’s found by seizing control of her thoughts. Again, the glint in his eyes suggests he's found it anyway. She tries to keep her voice light, trying to pretend he doesn’t affect her the way he does. “Likewise.”

“I've wondered how this leg feels,” he says, and starts removing one shoe. “Is it soft, rough, bumpy, smooth? Muscular or plump?” He pulls one stocking down painstakingly slow and lifts up her dress. “Amore mio,” a kiss to her shin, “Cuore mio,” another to her knee, each one sending a jolt through her strong enough to know he could ruin her, but she remains where she is, caught in the expanse between wanting and refusing. But she's wanted this, him, for so long and it feels so good to have him. “Tesoro mio,” he stills on the last one, and presses his face against her. “You'll never know the lengths I’d go to keep you in bliss. Will you let me try, the best way a man knows how?”

[ a collage i made for them ]

depiction isn't endorsement but not all depictions have the same merit