MY SON NEEDS A SURGERY FOR HIS BRAIN ‼️‼️💔

need a miracle to get through these midterms

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

world war 3 jokes on twitter meanwhile none of them live in the region and none of them understand the severity of the situation. these next few hours will really determine whether or not we head into a regional war…

feeling like writing smt silly ab a spaceship powered by dance with a crew.... and i'll involve disco and cowboys and laser guns somehow.....

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

i do not have many followers but support this family if u can!

༊*·˚ warnings: blood & small cuts!

8:47 PM and nanami arrives with a busted lip, bleeding nose and small cuts all over his face. i’m okay, he says as you cup his face in your hands, softly grazing the cuts and passing your thumb by his bottom lip to clean up some of the blood. you don’t have to worry about me, he smiles and leans into your touch, laughs as you ignore his request and murmur something about the first aid kit you keep in the bathroom.

8:52 PM and you’re in between nanami’s legs, brows furrowed in concentration as you dab a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol onto his little cuts, immediately placing a flowery band aid over it. sorry if it hurts, you say with a smile, kissing the tip of his now cleaned up nose. he hums, places his large calloused hands on your the sides of your hips and lets you bandage him up, lets you press feather light kisses to all of his little injuries because he secretly loves it.

9:03 PM and you’re in the bath, styling nanami’s blond hair into funky hairstyles with bubbles. you’re laughing because it’s a sweet moment, he’s smiling because he loves seeing you happy over something so trivial.

9:22 PM and you’ve moved from the bathroom to the kitchen, wearing nothing but a towel. nanami is in the same state — sage green towel hanging loosely from his hips, hair semi wet and covering his eyes slightly. he’s flipping a pancake (breakfast for late dinner) while humming to a song he heard on the radio in the morning. you end up close to him — somehow, in some way, you always do. and that always makes him smile because he’s so in love — and he turns to face you, leaning down to plant a soft kiss to your lips, one that is gentle yet passionate, one that leads to him wrapping his arms around your waist, that makes the pancake get burnt.

9:49 PM and you’re sitting out on the balcony because the breeze is warm and your plants need company, sweet words and a few kisses — and of course, you and nanami are ready to give those things to them because they’re your water devouring babies. so, you sit out and eat the pancakes that didn’t burn as nanami tells you and the plants about his days and the bothersome curse he had to deal with.

10:08 PM and you’re snuggled into nanami’s side, drifting off to sleep as he tells you a story about fairies and whatever comes to mind. his voice is sleepy, carries tiredness and so you murmur something about him going to sleep as well. and he smiles, turns and brings you toward his chest — i love you, he breathes out, i hadn’t told you that, hm? he squeezes you against him and kisses the top of your head, heart beating a steady rhythm against your ear. i love you, i love you, i love you.

Nanami has a habit of kissing your left ring finger even before you guys are married. Right from the first date after he kisses you goodnight at your doorstep, to when he's finally standing in front of you at the altar. Holding back tears - oh, who is he kidding, Nanami's only regret that day was he got your pretty ring all teary when he kissed your finger.

It comes as second nature to him, and he's genuinely surprised when you point it out - as if why wouldn't he kiss your ring finger? Why wouldn't he make a silent promise to himself that you were the one.

Not that he needed any reminding, but he makes sure to kiss your ring finger even when his blond hair grows a little grayer, his smile a little wrinklier. Still by your side, still with that pretty ring on your finger.

People who are not afraid to text you 40 times in a row and don’t take it personally if you haven’t replied are literally the most valuable members of our society and should be recognized as such

Nanami gets a kick out of how innocent and pure you are in front of others. Around friends, family, coworkers, strangers, you’re still that shy, timid girl he fell in love with all those years ago. Always smiling with kindness twinkling in your eyes. Perfectly sweet to just about everyone you meet. You’re beloved by everyone in your life and in his. A true angel in disguise gracing this mundane world of his. 

When it’s just the two of you, though, you turn into a completely different person: a fiend hellbent on making him lose his goddamn mind.

Tonight, you're locked in your bedroom, fucking each other silly. Well, it’s more like you're fucking him. You straddle his lap, riding his cock, already so sensitive from his first orgasm. His creampie leaks out from your pussy, making a mess between you, but you don’t care. He’s twitching from overstimulation, moaning your name as you bounce faster on his dick, pumping another load out of him. He’s spent beyond belief, but he knows better than to deny you of your fill. No matter how much he whines about how sensitive he is, he wants this. He needs this. 

Limbs wobbly from exhaustion, he kneels behind you, watching with half-lidded eyes as you position yourself on your hands and knees, teasing his wet cock between your ass cheeks. He stares at your pussy, drooling with his cum, already eager to be back inside you. He lets you do all the work, be in control, use him as your own personal sex toy until you’re satisfied. And that doesn’t happen until you throw your ass back and forth on his dick, filling yourself up with his third creampie of the night, the sheets beneath you ruined with sweat, spit, and slick. 

To Nanami, there’s nothing better than being fucked stupid by you, his gorgeous, perfect wife. 

GIRL NO YOU’RE MOURNING SOMETHING THAT HASN’T EVEN HAPPENED YET AGAIN!!!!!!

This is how many bullets they shot on a fucking kid.