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🚨We ran out of bread again🚨

Hello my friend,🇵🇸

I hope you are well.🌷

My kids couldn't speak, just crying💔

How can I ask them why they cry when they are children who suffer from all human afflictions‼️

They suffer from malnutrition, a tent that does not protect against cold or heat after we lost our warm home, a cold that crushes their bones, no food, no education, no entertainment, no food or medicine.🥺

Children in a fragile state, sadness pouring from their eyes, and their tongue unable to speak.😥

Please help me get out of this difficult situation and provide bread for my children as soon as possible.

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i can just imagine this is keigo's mood during every tour

do you think he ever goes back to touya and rant when they're no longer constantly going for each other's throat

imagine if touya witnesses the girls shamelessly flirting as keigo guides a tour group past him, and it makes him jealous, which he'll never admit, so when they're in private touya is EXTRA bitchy which leads to another scrap lmaooo

oh gosh college au keigo gets a job as a tour guide and it’s his least favorite thing ever but he wants the spending money (his parents (adoptive) only fund certain activities and he wants to have more of a life than that (and buy touya things what who said that))

just picture it. keigo takami. gorgeous guy. walking around campus (even when it’s cold) having to tell all these people he doesn’t know and doesn’t like how awesome this university is (is this not just propaganda his “mother” is the university president)

and when he’s not working and encounters other tour groups he’s all but seething because they’re loud and take up space and he does not want to deal with it

READ IT GUYS ITS SAUR GOOD

I'M BACK!!!

Hey guys! it's been a long time since I used tumblr right? Well, I was binge reading webtoons MARIONETTA status: ongoing genre: fantasy do I love it? yes I do!! the artstyle and storyline is awesome!!! give it a shot guys!!!

Link below:

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Marionetta

A mysterious circus. A missing friend. A dangerous deal. Julia Lazarrett is happy with her honest, predictable life. But when her best frie

Natsuo has nightmares.

Not memories as far as he knows, A old dream that grew up with him since that day.

Little one shot bellow. (Short as heck)

He is nine, His older brother is gone, Touya is gone, he won't be coming home, His body was never found, There's only a picture. He looks so dumb there, why was he so mad on the photo day? Natsuo doesn't remember well, He couldn't help but sob a little.

Maybe he should have complained less of the late night visits, But what he could do if Touya was sad?

What he wouldn't do to see him again?

(...)

It's Touya birthday, he isn't here, the kitchen table is empty where should have fifteen candles and a cake. He hasn't come home, never will.

maybe he is playing hide and seek and he just has to search around for longer than anyone! He doesn't mind the looks Fuyumi gives him

No one let's him go outside today.

He falls asleep in the kitchen floor, That night he dreams, Touya is here again, calling him for dinner, Mom made soup, he doesn't like all the veggies, He eats anyway, Touya is besides him. They're talking, Here, okay, fine.

Maybe it was all a bad dream.

He wakes up. Touya is ____

Gone.

...Maybe if he goes to sleep again? Such a nice dream.

(...)

Mom is gone. Sick Dad said.

He still sees her once every year, maybe that's good, he won't tell anyone though, That would make Fuyumi and Shouto jealous! Wouldn't it?

His chest hurts a bit more when he wakes up in the morning.

(...)

Natsuo is twenty, It's Touya's birthday, He doesn't sleep, not at all, His eyes ache, been burning for a while. Burning, what a strange thing to say

He is tired, did Fuyumi turn on the lights?

He looks up, Touya gives him a hand up. Invites him to the table, eyes narrowing as he refuses to stand up right away.

Why would he? He knows.

It's nightmare.

Touya is dead.

We cooking up a storm with this one

🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

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Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

Dabi mail!! Ah! Today brought a new Dabi card and a rubber coaster. Am I obsessed with this particular design? Maybe! 😂 I also got this file folder that caught my eye a while ago because the art is so pretty. 🫠 The last thing is Hawks' Villain report. I really really need to learn Japanese. 😂 I'm so totally in love! 💙🩵💙🩵

#DabiHawks holding hands

Hawks, who convinces Dabi to go on a date, where they're both disguised in obnoxiously patterned jackets— a sure crime Hawks dug up from the back of his closet from an old photoshoot— pulled up so high past their mouths and sunglasses darker than night, Dabi doesn't really get it.

Doesn't really know how this is any different than when they slink with the shadows of night, but Hawks looks pleased even beneath the disguise and they're headed off to some unknown dining Hawks fancies. His eyes shift to Dabi's every so often, hand dropped against his side just brushing against Dabi's with every step like he wants to... wants to hold his hand.

So Dabi does it for him, doesn't think about what it means, doesn't think about it being their first, when he grabs Hawks' hand and slots their palms flat together, entwines their fingers and holds it firm against his side.

Hawks' hand automatically curls right along with his, smaller but thicker than Dabi's fingers and it's the first time he's noticed that too.

It feels like the right move when Hawks stares steady fast ahead now, his grip on Dabi's just as tight.

They're in sync, they're walking down the broadlights of Fukuoka, they're holding hands and no one is batting them an eye.

"Y'know," Hawks starts after a moment, "I've never..."

Held hands where it counted, Hawks thinks wordlessly, the last time being the distant memory of his mother's hand grabbing his to keep him from wandering off.

The sentence hangs, but Dabi fills in the blanks.

Never held hands?

Dabi doesn't have to look to know birdie is radiating happiness, the palm of his hands growing warm beneath Dabi's permanent heat.

It's nothing crazy and Hawks knows that, but still it feels like a first of a moment and he's never had, a normal moment before.

Dabi hasn't either.

They don't talk about it and Dabi, doesn't make him.

This is for Hawks.

Forever obsessed w the idea of hawks getting hit by a quirk that swaps him temporarily with his post canon self while in a meeting with Dabi,,,

Dabi starts hard crushing on this older, rougher and more serious Hawks and Hawks tries to cope with this ghost of the past, the ghost of his late husband.

And Dabi thinks Hawks' ring is from a woman so he (kinda jealously, but also curiously) asks Hawks abt 'her' and Hawks just looks at him like he is dumb but not in a 'im gay ' way bc to me he is bi but in a 'how could it be anyone other than you? ' way

yk?