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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

IM CRYING HELP

lmao this is what i was talking about

More blue lock pngs you guys could use \(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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Hello everyone, thank you for taking a moment to read our story.

I am Hazem Shawish, and I am trying to save my family from this war.

We live in Gaza, where we face significant challenges due to the current situation.

My family consists of 11 members, including my mother, two daughters, four sons, and three children.

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In the shadow of conflict, our family has faced unimaginable hardships. The passing of my father, a victim to the cruel grasp of hunger and inadequate healthcare, left a void in our lives, underscoring the fragility of our existence here. My brother, Samer, battles bipolar disorder, a condition exacerbated by the ongoing war and the severe shortage of essential medications. Without access to the necessary treatment, his life is at risk, and we live in constant fear for his well-being amidst the chaos that surrounds us. These personal tragedies have deepened the urgency of our situation.

Every day is a struggle for survival, and each night is filled with prayers for a brighter tomorrow. We hold onto hope, believing that one day the clouds will dissipate, and we will find the peace we long for.

Our home, which was a sanctuary for us, was destroyed, forcing us to live in a state of uncertainty and fear. We have lost the laughter of our children.

Our entire neighborhood In Gaza Before and after

we had a supermarket that helped as to live and earn money, but it was bombed and we have nothing now, pic of our supermarket

We also face psychological challenges, as we have lost our father, and my brother Samer, who needs expensive medical treatment, is facing imminent danger. My mother, who has endured so much, fears losing another child. We are all suffering from malnutrition and contaminated water.

We dream of moving to Egypt to find safety, where our children can pursue their education.

We seek your support as individuals who understand the value of compassion and community.

Thank you for listening to our story, for your understanding, and for standing with us.

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Coping theory: Akutagawa does remember who Atsushi is, however upon seeing him crying and begging at Fyodor's feet he decided to say "Who the hell are you?" because his weretiger doesn't know when to quit and will keep fighting no matter what.

Therefor, when Atsushi inevitably joins the fight to help Akutagawa, he's going to look over at him and say "There you are, weretiger."

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they are so silly 😭

something about play fighting with sae. more often than not, he isn’t phased by your attempts to provoke him. little pokes or prods, teases — they don’t get much out of him, other than perhaps a raised brow, if anything.

you can’t recall what you’d done this time that managed to get under his skin. you don’t think you’d really been trying, either.

warm and comfy in one of his stolen sweaters, you’d climbed onto the couch after a bath. you should’ve noticed something off, then. his eyes had fixated on you since you entered the room, arm flexing just a little tighter as he drew you into his side.

you mewl, coy and slippery. and somehow, for some reason, five minutes later, you’re caught under his weight. half-hearted kicks only get your legs pinned; your arms are next, stretched up above your head against the armrest.

“sae, no fair.”

he gazes down at you. his neutral expression hasn’t changed, but there’s an unspeakably keen glint in his eye as he watches you fuss under him.

“no?” he murmurs, a trace of mocking as he squeezes your wrists.

you twist and try new strategies. purposely arching in a way meant to entice and distract.

but he only slides his free hand under your sweater — his, really — and the thought makes his pinch to your supple side that much sweeter.

you make a protesting sound that provokes him better than you ever could’ve known.

“hush.”

“what—?” you start to demand in outrage, feigned to hide your delight.

but he swallows your voice, his lips finding your throat, and you finding the realization: to only start fights you can win.