Forgive Me If I'm Burdening You, But I'm Writing To You Full Of Hope... A Small Hope, But It's All I

random 4town headcanons:

tae young and robaire LOVE bubble tea and every friday at 5:30 pm after practice, they go out on what they call “bubble tea dates.”once aaron t said he wanted to try and went with them. he took one sip and choked on one of the bubbles, spitting it out onto robaires face. aaron t never joined them on their “dates” again, saying “i cant stand the feeling of balls in my mouth.” not that robaire or tae mind, they like when its just the two of them anyways.

the aarons are never really seen apart. aaron t follows aaron z everywhere. aaron z says that he doesn’t like it but wherever aaron t goes he’ll follow him as well. the two of them share everything. if z cant find anything he knows t took it. they’ll even drink from the same straw, which tae thinks is a showing of their strong friendship, jessie just thinks its gross.

tae young has a wall full of fanart and letters hes gotten over the years from fans. once the wall didn’t have anymore space, he put the rest in a special box he decorated with glitter and stickers.

jessie is about 19- early 20s. his kids were unexpected and kind of an accident. when the mother of his kids got pregnant with twins in their last year of high school, he didn’t abandon her. he made sure that both of them could raise those kids together. the mother of the kids and jessie are not in a relationship currently but they are very very close and consider each other best friends. they both love their kids and try their best to give them the happiest life possible.

aaron t definitely had a job as a pizza delivery boy before he joined the band. he actually loved that job with his whole heart and soul. he would constantly tell his mother that he wants to be a pizza delivery boy for the rest of his life and she told him he could be whatever he wanted, but in her head she honestly really hoped he’d be something else.

aaron z is the heaviest sleeper of the group, making him the most difficult to wake up. it’s usually a pain but, aaron t found a bright side to it. when aaron z works too hard he might pass out on the couch giving the boys the opportunity to draw and mark up his face. while robaire and aaron t draw stupid things all over his face, jessie takes out his paint set and paints pretty things on his arms and legs. tae brings over his nail set and paints z’s nails all different colors, humming quietly to himself while robaire and t giggle like idiots about the penis they drew on z’s forehead.

when aaron z finally wakes up he goes to the kitchen to find the boys looking at him and trying not to laugh. he groans and realizes what they did. “are you serious? again? really?” and the boys start to double over laughing as aaron rolls his eyes and walks to the bathroom to clean off his face and body. the only thing that he likes to keep its tae’s nail polish, even if all the bright colors don’t really match his style.

when aaron z screams from being frightened it sounds like an ambulance is driving by but got into an intense car crash so the siren is barely working.

robaire has an odd obsession with collecting socks. he has every kind of pair you can think off: pizza socks, cat socks, exclusive jessie 4town socks, wine socks, basically any kind of socks you can think of. he constantly tries to get the members into it but the only person who’s remotely into it is tae young.

tae young is the best at video games and beats his members at every video game imaginable.

once tae young told the stupidest joke and the only person that laughed was aaron z: tae: “whats the best time to go to the dentist!?” jessie: “dude please stop looking up ‘worlds funniest dad jokes’ theyre not fun-” tae: “tooth hurt-y!!!” aaron z: *hysterical laughing* arron t: (who’s been trying to make him laugh for weeks) *jumps up from his seat* “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? THATS WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH-” aaron z: *keeps laughing as he holds on to robaire for support* “i-i cant BREATHEE”

now tae young tells his stupid dad jokes to aaron z to make him laugh, and it works every time, which the rest of the team just can’t understand.

Despite all the challenges the place holds, Gaza mornings remain full of life 🌿💓

رغم كل ما يحمله المكان من تحديات، يبقى صباح غزة مليئاً بالحياة🌿💓

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Somebody pls make a TYRUS version of this 😆😙💚🍋

Doing homework early in the morning while listening to vids about non-binary people and pansexuality...

I wish life could be like this.

(but without the homework part😝)

I love how “Holding Out for a Hero” (especially the Shrek version) just enhances my urge to be really really very absolutely GAY rn

dangerous,,,

My son Adam, who is two and a half years old, suffers from constant constipation and we do not know the reason Please help Adam go out for treatment outside the Gaza Strip 🍉🇵🇸 and be of help to us We cannot provide any kind of treatment or healthy food. Any donation, even a small one, makes a difference Please donate and share 🙏🙏🙏

Suffering we live through every day.🔥💔

With the shortage of cooking gas and rising prices, lighting a fire every day has become an exhausting battle just to prepare a simple meal. Our bodies are tired, and the smoke chokes our breaths, but necessity forces us to keep going.😭💔🙏🏻

My family and I need your support today.

Every donation, no matter how small, will bring us a little relief and help extinguish the flames of hardship, even just a little.🫂💔🙏🏻😭

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I hope everyone can help my family🙏

Hello everyone,

I will tell you my story about the war in the Gaza Strip, and I hope you will help me get out to safety. Thank you very much. I am Ali Miqdad, 33 years old, and my wife, Aya Hamdan, 25 years old. I have two children, my beloved, who is 5 years old and Adam, who is 2 years old

In light of the war on us, we lost everything: home, money, business, and even clothes. I paid everything in the house and business that I had because of the bombing that we witnessed throughout the days. To this day, we have been displaced several times, and the first night was very difficult. In the morning, it was our first displacement and exit from the house, and then we lost. We all lost our beautiful memories and the wonderful things that me and the family used to live on

We lost our beautiful memories and the wonderful things that my family and I used to live on. The hardest thing we lost was safety and peace due to the violent bombing that surrounded us at every time and moment and in all the places to which we were displaced. Also, the days that we spent in displacement several times were difficult due to the lack of work to obtain. For money, clothes, food, water, and meeting the needs of the family and the needs of the children, especially since we are in tents and there is no healthy food or medicine due to the spread of diseases.

Through the process of repeated displacement, we lost the stable and recreational life that I used to live with my wife, my children, Habiba and Adam, who lost their beautiful childhood, the first days of their childhood, and their toys that they loved and played with all the time. My daughter, Habiba, lost her studies in kindergarten, and my wife, who suffers from fatigue and exhaustion all the time. As a result of displacement from one place to another, and from tent to tent, which completely changed the nature of our lives from a beautiful house to a tent in the middle of the street in which we sleep.

I need your cooperation and help in raising money to leave the Gaza Strip because the exit from the Gaza Strip is due to the war

I hope everyone will donate for my family and children🙏❤️

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What does it mean that the war is over?

It's not over yet. I'm sorry, I made a mistake.

I meant...

What does it mean that the ceasefire has been lifted?

What nonsense!

My heart is still tired, really what is this!?

More tired than before

Nothing has changed and I don't feel that there is any noticeable progress or change.

My life is at a standstill

Nothing is good so far..

No comfort, no stability, no sense of security.

I always have a feeling of suffocation in my chest

Faintness from everything

I don't know if I'm just beginning to enter a state of depression or if it is pessimism about everything around me.

I don't really know how I feel about this matter, honestly.

All I know is that nothing there was comforting me except nature.

The sky is blue like a pure dream, with clouds swaying above it like pieces of cotton escaping from the pillows of dreams.

The land stretches green, adorned with pink trees as if it were a painting drawn by the brush of an artist who loves spring colors

The gentle breezes of the air.

And the sea playing with its waves as if it were whispering its eternal desire to stay and leave together.

I almost forgot myself whenever I contemplated the details of the entire universe as if it were playing a complete symphony of beauty.

Suddenly everything became gray

Yes, we were poured into blackness after we had colors.

I think they took that away too.

They took away everything

I started trying as much as possible to avoid the piles of rubble and ignore the gray color that surrounds me from every side and everywhere but..

To no avail.

I started feeling extremely sad whenever I saw the burned trees uprooted from their roots.

Whenever my eyes fell on their huge roots that split the ground and floated above its surface, I felt that something inside me was being uprooted, as if I was the one whose roots were being exposed, exposed to the cruelty of time. The pain in my chest intensifies, and sadness grows heavier on my soul, as if those trees reflect the cracks and wounds inside me.

The sea that I always loved sitting in front of for hours, that friend that I always escape to, I'm tired of it

You know,

Even the sea and I are at odds now.

The fresh air that I bet there is no air like this in the whole world,

They polluted it

They put poison in it

I no longer feel its gentle breezes penetrating my lungs as before.

It became filled with the smell of gunpowder.

All that remains is the far, far away

And it is my only sky

Although it has paled a lot, that's okay.

That's why I started running away with my eyes far from here..

I abandoned the trees

I left my inhalation and exhalation

And I quarreled with the sea

Only looking up

Only the sky..

Only the sky.

I'm really tired💔

Instantaneous writings, I called it..

"If only they hadn't done all this"

By me and on the occasion of International Women's Day

forbidden to speak..!! 🫢❌

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My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.

I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”

He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral

And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it

I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning