Currently Working On A Post Idea (it’s Kind Of Like An “about Me” But Talking As Myself In My Jw

Was just thinking about the golden Freddy x3 situation Doey has going on

stan in “gideon rises” always fucks me up, especially the moment when he looks through abuelita’s empty kitchen and knows what he has to do for dipper and mabel.

because he remembers what it was like to be scared and hungry—what it was to struggle after being kicked out of his own home—and he’ll be damned if he lets that happen to his kids too.

i am unwell 🫠

thinking about starting a “things i love about ___”

this goes for partners, drs, little things about this reality, etc

i think alot of shifters needed to hear this so im posting it here

scripting ai never exists and everybody can be creative with their mind

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3:15 (BREATHE) | eren j.

summary. there was something about dancing with eren at 3:15 in the morning.

genre. fluff, canon diverging

warnings. slow dancing, kisses, mentions food, lmk if i missed anything

pairing. eren x gn!reader

word count. 322

note. lol this is what i want to happen to me

you both couldn’t sleep, so here you were, dancing in the kitchen with eren. his hands were on your hips, holding you close as he whispered the lyrics spilling from his phone. his forehead pressed against yours, his loose hair tickling your ears as he swayed with you. his striking eyes were closed, unable to see how you stared at him like he hung the stars and the moon.

the smell of banana bread and chocolate in the air around you mixed with the heat of eren’s arms made your head fuzzy with comfort. you leaned into his hold, burying your face into his neck. his skin was soft and warm with the scent of his cologne. his voice was gentle as he sang to you, humming slightly when you wound your arms around his back so you could tangle your fingers in his hair.

the waves of deep chestnut were soft under the pads of your fingers, proof he’d been using your conditioner. the tips of his own rubbed soothing circles into your hips, skin meeting skin underneath the shirt you had stolen from him. he ducked his head down to press a kiss to your jaw.

he took a deep breath. you smelled like him.

he moved to press another kiss to the corner of your lips, smiling teasingly when you frowned at him. “you missed.” you muttered, digits locking behind his neck. “did i?” he hummed, leaning down again and pressing his lips against your own this time. “how about now?” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. 

“you got it this time,” you uttered breathlessly, staring into the turquoise depths of his eyes. he really was beautiful. he smiled giddily at you, lips kissing the tip of your nose briefly before he was spinning you in a circle and back into his arms, beaming when you laughed happily at his antics.

dadhazard 2023. do not rewrite, repost, modify, or translate.

There is no kfc break up

Sometimes my gender identity is just the infinite black void

Urgent need for help

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I hope you take a minute to read my story and help me.

Hello, I’m Ghada, the mother of the two children, Ahmed and Adam

I was left from Gaza to receive treatment in Egypt.

After 7 October my home was destroyed and we lost everything we have

Five years ago, I had a stroke in the left foot during childbirth. I still suffer from pain until this time. During the diagnosis, it was discovered that I have a genetic factor that causes blood clots and needed lifelong treatment.

For my son Ahmed, he is seven years old, he was diagnosed with electrical charges in the brain and because of that he suffers from excessive movement and distraction.

I hope you help me and support for treatment needs (for analysis and radiology).

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