I Don't Trust Anyone Who Hasn't Acknowledged Their Capacity For Evil.

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Hello, I'm Lina from Gaza🇵🇸🍉. I'm part of a family of 8. I'm married with two young children. We've been bombed, besieged, and starved. Sadly, I've lost many of my family members❗ and I can't afford to lose any more. With a heavy heart, I'm asking you to help me spread my campaign. Please, what I'm asking is too much. Can you write a post about my story and share it with your friends? I desperately need your support. My father and brother were injured in the bombing and are in critical condition. They need to travel for treatment. I need your support. The genocide is still going on

You are my only hope for survival.

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Do I just share or? I'm so very sorry, I am new to people wanting me to help...

I'd be scared, but I'm not sure I should be.

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

1. Creep by Radiohead

2. Don't Rain on My Parade from Funny Girl and performed by Barbara Streisand

3. Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

4. You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring

5. Born This Way by Lady Gaga

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

1. Creep by Radiohead

2. Don't Rain on My Parade from Funny Girl and performed by Barbara Streisand

3. Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

4. You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring

5. Born This Way by Lady Gaga

Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

I promised the polar bear video but can't share the video here. So I'll figure something out!

So, I went to the Toledo Zoo and Aquarium yesterday! I got a bunch of cute pics! These are 10 of like...17? 20? Dunno, lol, cause ANIMALS!!!

cw ✩ ˖  ݁ . domestic abuse (reader is married). zombie apocalypse au. mentions of blood + bruises. violence. death

you and sukuna ryomen had spoken twice before all hell broke loose.

the first time was in front of the elevators — you held an ice pack to your bruised eye, gentle smile on your face despite your predicament as you softly waved at his kid brother, who smiled wide at you, one of his front teeth missing.

“what happened to your face, miss?”

he had smacked him ever so lightly on the back of his head, caused him to yelp out an ouchie, ‘kuna!

“you don’t ask ladies that, brat.”

but your smile had grown, happy to have a conversation. “it’s okay,” you had told them, looking from the tall stranger then to his child. “i’m just really clumsy. i ran into a door.”

the elevator dinged and sukuna ryomen had a feeling you were lying.

the second time was on the roof of the apartment building, late into the night, no adorable toothless kid in sight. your lip was busted that time around.

he was on his second cigarette when you popped up.

“want one?” he inhaled, savored the smoke, exhaled.

“no, thank you. my husband isn’t a fan of the smell — so i should probably leave.” you had laughed, every bit melancholic and unsure.

he figured out the reason of your bruised eye and bloody lip that night.

without hesitation, he dropped the remaining half of his cigarette and stepped on it with his boot.

you were a little dazed, stuck in place.

to have a stranger do something kind for you.

“is,” you cleared your throat almost awkwardly, “is your son already asleep?”

“he’s my brother,” he had shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat, let out a puff of winter air. “his name’s yuuji. i’m sukuna. we live in 104.”

you had told him your name. apartment 107. the fact you only —

“don’t take care of that kid. what’s he to you?”

your husband sits across from you a few feet away, elbows resting on his knees, bottle of beer in hand.

you sit next to a sleeping yuuji, hand brushing his pink hair away from his face — you had made sure to clean all the grime from his chubby cheeks with a baby wipe. had fed him a portion of your food. had put him to sleep as his older brother looked for supplies on the upper floors.

“he doesn’t have to be anything of me. he’s a child that needs to be taken care of.”

your husband tsks and stands, throws his beer bottle to the side, makes you wince.

“don’t,” he grabs your forearm roughly, makes you stand up. “take care of the fuckin’ kid.”

you grit your teeth. “don’t touch me.”

your husband laughs before sukuna ryomen appears — grabs him by the collar of his shirt and drags him away from the room on the first floor you started occupying after the infection spread.

he throws your husband on the ground rather roughly, straddles him and throws a nasty punch to the side of his face — another to his nose, mouth, the other side of his head. then, he looses coordination and punches aimlessly — until your husband’s face is disfigured and gushing blood.

“didn’t you fucking hear her, scum?”

you stare with your mouth agape, tears brimming your eyes as you watch sukuna’s grey shirt get stained red.

when he’s done, he turns to you.

you can’t help but to see him as a knight. a savior.

“thank you,” you throw yourself into his arms, sob uncontrollably into his chest. wrap your arms around his body tightly. “thank you, sukuna.”

his hesitancy is palpable, until he slowly wraps his arms around you. mouth dry, knuckles busted and aching as his adrenaline subsides. as he’s wrapped in a blanket of comfort. softness. the faint smell of you.

he swallows and the truth hits his stomach — he’s willing to do anything for you.

Yesterday was my birthday and I went to the zoo with my family.

I'm still full of anxiety but it was a good time.

Here is a picture of elephants: momma Renee and baby Kirkja!