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It was nice knowing the rest of the world for five years.

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Hello, I’m Wafa from Gaza. My family and I are going through extremely difficult times after losing our home and everything we own due to the war. The most heartbreaking loss was my father 🕊️, who passed away on 30/11/2024 from cancer, as we had no access to medical care.

We are now living in a tent ⛺, struggling to survive and meet even our basic needs like food and clean water. I’m reaching out to ask for your support 🤲 to help us rebuild our lives and provide for my family. Every contribution makes a huge difference.

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Carmy having a shitty day at The Bear, like everything going wrong. Missed delivery, overbooked, Richie shows up late, Customers just causing shit chaos, just a bad day.

Comes home to his girl sprawled out on the bed passed out asleep cause he didn't get home until like 2am and she has her phone next to her head and the TV still playing, obvious she had been trying to wait up for him.

And like... i feel like he never had that ever before so he just doesn't know how else to handle it than by just curling up behind her big spoon style and quietly crying into her shoulder. Just stressed and happy all mixing together cause our baby needs a woman who actually loves him.

you're evil and fucked up /j also i cannot imagine missing an order for the store i think I'd be sick

i think his come home routine is as follows:

comes in through the door, kisses you hello if you're in the kitchen or living room and then goes to the shower

he hits the shower to wash off the day cause ever since you brought it up, it has helped him de-stress after a horrid shift

after a shower he is the cuddliest little bear omg you better have dinner done cause hes not letting you go at all for the rest of the night

anyways he feels horrible on his way home cause he never got to tell you not to wait up

so when he comes in to your phone still playing your show and on top of the covers his heart breaks a little!!!

but his brain works on autopilot as he slips onto the bed next to you and just,,,,, like hugs you close cause Jesus christ does he need to just hold you and be quiet for a moment

anyways you end up waking up to him still in last night's clothes and disheveled <//3

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You know me I can’t do angst without some dose of feel good lol

stir my heart back to life || carmen berzatto

summary: of all the places he'd find you again, he didn't think it'd be during where he had once asked you out for real.

words: 1.2k ish

themes: yearning, longing, established relationship & break-up, sort of emotional infidelity? (if claire has zero haters i'm dead)

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Carmen thinks his mind is playing tricks on him.

Out of all the probabilities in the world– what are the chances that he’s standing in the same bodega with his ex-girlfriend that he used to live with right next to him?  

It’d been a long time since he’d last seen you, since…breaking your heart into a million pieces, as well as his own.

Though, as always, he’d never admit that he was hurting. 

He was still working on that. 

Carmen feels a little frozen, trying not to stare at you like the first time he watched you make a croque-en-bouche at 11 Madison Park.

The ice cream container in his hands is melting, but it’s sealed and he doesn’t really care all that much. The cold ice cream feels like nothing in comparison to the warmth that washes over him at the sight of you.

In that moment, he watches you choose a frozen pizza from, hoping it's not pineapple and ham. He's relieved when you don't.

It means you're still the same as he remembers you, somehow.

Relieved that in some way, you hadn’t changed at all.

His brain, a touch uncruel in that moment– rewinds back to the moment when you first met each other at a pizza shop on the corner of Prince & Elizabeth.

You had just gotten out of work and so did he, starving and running on adrenaline fumes. The pizza place was the only place that was open.

There were only two slices left– one of plain pie left along with one that had pineapple on it. Both of you wanted the last plain slice, and when he suggested you’d have the one with pineapple, he had to laugh when he shocked you to righteous indignation. 

The two of you ended up sharing the plain slice (well, he let you have most of it while he had a cigarette for dinner), sitting with each other on a bench at the park nearby. 

Now, after the explosion of your failed relationship, you didn’t look all that different to him.

It was like you had been preserved in time somehow, if only a little tired and a little older, more mature. Your hair is a little longer, freckles are the same as he remembered them. He used to say they were constellations, making a wish each time he kissed them.

Your eyes were tired, bags a little more apparent with the eyeliner you hadn’t entirely managed to get all the way off.  He remembers how he’d always have to take your makeup off for you when you accidentally fell asleep with it on.

Carmen doesn’t hear himself calling your name, but you’re looking at him now as you go to walk away. Just as surprised and caught off guard as him. 

“H-hey..” 

“Hey!” 

Your eyes scan over Carmen, golden curly hair as unruly as it ever was, with a five o’clock shadow on his jaw line that you’re sure he kept putting off shaving. His eyes, as blue as ever, have lines around them, not doubt from all the sleepless nights from his job. 

Or his self sabotage.

Carmen nods to the box of frozen pizza in your basket, “Hope that’s not pineapple on pizza.” 

God, Carmen feels so fucking stupid. What kind of shit was that? 

“God, no.” You chuckle, secretly picking at the skin of the cuticle on your thumb, “You know I never would.” 

Yeah, I know. He thinks to himself. 

“You’re still wearing the jacket I gave you.” You point out with your chin, lips pursing slightly. 

Carmen looks at himself and laughs a bit. “Yeah I uh..it’s pretty comfortable. Does the job, y’know. Can’t be bothered putting allathat other shit on.” 

Yeah, you knew.

You’d often have to half heartedly scold him for not putting a hat on whenever he left the place and it was cold as hell outside. You’d not let him leave until the coat was on his shoulders, and a kiss on his lips to bring him back home. 

“What’re you doing in Chicago?” You both ask, interrupting each other awkwardly.

There’s that awkward pause, fragile as caramel simmering just before the boiling over point, before you laugh nervously and gesture for him to go first. 

“What’re you doin' back home?” Carmen asks again, a fragile curiosity peeking through. 

You shift on your feet, adjusting the basket in your hands. “I um..I kind of just ended up here, after Copenhagen. You?” 

“I live here. Y’know, the restaurant.” 

He sees the way your eyes go a little wide at the mention of the restaurant, “Right, yeah. How’s that going? Finally opened the place yet?” 

“Not yet.” He says, shifting the semi melted ice cream container into his other hand, eyes focused on you, “We uh..we actually closed down The Beef. Shit was a fuckin’ tragedy.” 

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” 

“Nah, it’s fine.”

There’s a pause, and Carmen feels like it shouldn’t feel as awkward as it fucking does because he’s spoken to you so many god damn times before.

Only this time the circumstances are far more hilariously fucked up than he’d imagined.

“We got a loan, and uh, it’s enough for the remodel, but we’re gonna have to open the new place and make a fuck ton more to pay it back.” 

“The Bear?” 

“Yeah, yeah..The Bear. You remembered.” Carmen smiles, mostly because he gets so excited talking about a long time achievement; but also because of course you’d remember something so important to him. 

That was something he loves…loved…still loves about you. 

“Congrats then.” You say with such natural warmth, Carmen had no choice but to believe you. 

The end of the short lived conversation is near, and it strikes a little cruel anxiousness in Carmen’s heart. Somehow, you’ve ended up in each other’s orbit – as if the sun was suddenly back in his life, and the possibility of never seeing you again makes his throat constrict, makes him wanna heave until he has no more to give. 

He coughs, mentally racing to find the words. It was like a motor that was slow to start, the way his mouth finally caught up to  his brain, and vice versa. 

“You should come to the soft opening.” He says so quickly you almost don’t understand him, “We’re aimin' for uh- for some time in May. If you can, or uh if you wanna, that is.” 

For the first time you see each other, you smile, and it makes Carmen’s heart melt like the way it did when he saw how you smiled when he made chocolate lava cake for you after sleeping together for the first time.

He didn't even like chocolate all that much, but he was inspired by the way you breathed life into him.

Carmen then remembers how much he misses everything about you. The fact that Claire was waiting for him at his place completely escaped him.

“I’ll be happy to go, Carmen.” You say, with that lilt in the way you say his name that makes Carmen’s heart race a little. 

“Great.” 

“Great.” 

For a million little reasons you don’t want to think about, you can’t seem to pull yourself away from Carmen despite knowing that it’s well past a reasonable time to be home. 

Even from where you stand, you can feel the pull. And you’d be a liar if you said that it didn’t make you want to rush into his arms and forget everything about the nightmare that was breaking up with him. 

“Here, lemme give you my number,”

As he takes out his phone, and realizing how that sounds, “So I can tell you where it is, and maybe we can..catch up? We don’t gotta hang out or anything if you don’t wanna but I uh..it would be nice to talk.” 

A part of Carmen hates the way the consideration, the moment of doubt washes over your eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” You respond softly after a moment of looking at his face, switching phones to add him to your contact list, and handing him back his phone as he gave you back yours. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you around?” 

Once again, Carmen doesn't hear himself speak, but his lips moved since you turned your back to walk away.

It's the only thing he can do - watching you go. Only this time, part of him hopes you’ll come back to him. 

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Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

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Hello, 🌸

I hope my message finds you well 

I'm Momen Al Madhoun/ Digital Artist/ From Gaza 🇵🇸

I need your help to amplify my voice by sharing my artwork

"The work is about my beloved wife's suffering during a year of genocide" 🕊️

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stir my heart back to life || carmen berzatto

summary: of all the places he'd find you again, he didn't think it'd be during where he had once asked you out for real.

words: 1.2k ish

themes: yearning, longing, established relationship & break-up, sort of emotional infidelity? (if claire has zero haters i'm dead)

––––––––

Carmen thinks his mind is playing tricks on him.

Out of all the probabilities in the world– what are the chances that he’s standing in the same bodega with his ex-girlfriend that he used to live with right next to him?  

It’d been a long time since he’d last seen you, since…breaking your heart into a million pieces, as well as his own.

Though, as always, he’d never admit that he was hurting. 

He was still working on that. 

Carmen feels a little frozen, trying not to stare at you like the first time he watched you make a croque-en-bouche at 11 Madison Park.

The ice cream container in his hands is melting, but it’s sealed and he doesn’t really care all that much. The cold ice cream feels like nothing in comparison to the warmth that washes over him at the sight of you.

In that moment, he watches you choose a frozen pizza from, hoping it's not pineapple and ham. He's relieved when you don't.

It means you're still the same as he remembers you, somehow.

Relieved that in some way, you hadn’t changed at all.

His brain, a touch uncruel in that moment– rewinds back to the moment when you first met each other at a pizza shop on the corner of Prince & Elizabeth.

You had just gotten out of work and so did he, starving and running on adrenaline fumes. The pizza place was the only place that was open.

There were only two slices left– one of plain pie left along with one that had pineapple on it. Both of you wanted the last plain slice, and when he suggested you’d have the one with pineapple, he had to laugh when he shocked you to righteous indignation. 

The two of you ended up sharing the plain slice (well, he let you have most of it while he had a cigarette for dinner), sitting with each other on a bench at the park nearby. 

Now, after the explosion of your failed relationship, you didn’t look all that different to him.

It was like you had been preserved in time somehow, if only a little tired and a little older, more mature. Your hair is a little longer, freckles are the same as he remembered them. He used to say they were constellations, making a wish each time he kissed them.

Your eyes were tired, bags a little more apparent with the eyeliner you hadn’t entirely managed to get all the way off.  He remembers how he’d always have to take your makeup off for you when you accidentally fell asleep with it on.

Carmen doesn’t hear himself calling your name, but you’re looking at him now as you go to walk away. Just as surprised and caught off guard as him. 

“H-hey..” 

“Hey!” 

Your eyes scan over Carmen, golden curly hair as unruly as it ever was, with a five o’clock shadow on his jaw line that you’re sure he kept putting off shaving. His eyes, as blue as ever, have lines around them, not doubt from all the sleepless nights from his job. 

Or his self sabotage.

Carmen nods to the box of frozen pizza in your basket, “Hope that’s not pineapple on pizza.” 

God, Carmen feels so fucking stupid. What kind of shit was that? 

“God, no.” You chuckle, secretly picking at the skin of the cuticle on your thumb, “You know I never would.” 

Yeah, I know. He thinks to himself. 

“You’re still wearing the jacket I gave you.” You point out with your chin, lips pursing slightly. 

Carmen looks at himself and laughs a bit. “Yeah I uh..it’s pretty comfortable. Does the job, y’know. Can’t be bothered putting allathat other shit on.” 

Yeah, you knew.

You’d often have to half heartedly scold him for not putting a hat on whenever he left the place and it was cold as hell outside. You’d not let him leave until the coat was on his shoulders, and a kiss on his lips to bring him back home. 

“What’re you doing in Chicago?” You both ask, interrupting each other awkwardly.

There’s that awkward pause, fragile as caramel simmering just before the boiling over point, before you laugh nervously and gesture for him to go first. 

“What’re you doin' back home?” Carmen asks again, a fragile curiosity peeking through. 

You shift on your feet, adjusting the basket in your hands. “I um..I kind of just ended up here, after Copenhagen. You?” 

“I live here. Y’know, the restaurant.” 

He sees the way your eyes go a little wide at the mention of the restaurant, “Right, yeah. How’s that going? Finally opened the place yet?” 

“Not yet.” He says, shifting the semi melted ice cream container into his other hand, eyes focused on you, “We uh..we actually closed down The Beef. Shit was a fuckin’ tragedy.” 

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” 

“Nah, it’s fine.”

There’s a pause, and Carmen feels like it shouldn’t feel as awkward as it fucking does because he’s spoken to you so many god damn times before.

Only this time the circumstances are far more hilariously fucked up than he’d imagined.

“We got a loan, and uh, it’s enough for the remodel, but we’re gonna have to open the new place and make a fuck ton more to pay it back.” 

“The Bear?” 

“Yeah, yeah..The Bear. You remembered.” Carmen smiles, mostly because he gets so excited talking about a long time achievement; but also because of course you’d remember something so important to him. 

That was something he loves…loved…still loves about you. 

“Congrats then.” You say with such natural warmth, Carmen had no choice but to believe you. 

The end of the short lived conversation is near, and it strikes a little cruel anxiousness in Carmen’s heart. Somehow, you’ve ended up in each other’s orbit – as if the sun was suddenly back in his life, and the possibility of never seeing you again makes his throat constrict, makes him wanna heave until he has no more to give. 

He coughs, mentally racing to find the words. It was like a motor that was slow to start, the way his mouth finally caught up to  his brain, and vice versa. 

“You should come to the soft opening.” He says so quickly you almost don’t understand him, “We’re aimin' for uh- for some time in May. If you can, or uh if you wanna, that is.” 

For the first time you see each other, you smile, and it makes Carmen’s heart melt like the way it did when he saw how you smiled when he made chocolate lava cake for you after sleeping together for the first time.

He didn't even like chocolate all that much, but he was inspired by the way you breathed life into him.

Carmen then remembers how much he misses everything about you. The fact that Claire was waiting for him at his place completely escaped him.

“I’ll be happy to go, Carmen.” You say, with that lilt in the way you say his name that makes Carmen’s heart race a little. 

“Great.” 

“Great.” 

For a million little reasons you don’t want to think about, you can’t seem to pull yourself away from Carmen despite knowing that it’s well past a reasonable time to be home. 

Even from where you stand, you can feel the pull. And you’d be a liar if you said that it didn’t make you want to rush into his arms and forget everything about the nightmare that was breaking up with him. 

“Here, lemme give you my number,”

As he takes out his phone, and realizing how that sounds, “So I can tell you where it is, and maybe we can..catch up? We don’t gotta hang out or anything if you don’t wanna but I uh..it would be nice to talk.” 

A part of Carmen hates the way the consideration, the moment of doubt washes over your eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” You respond softly after a moment of looking at his face, switching phones to add him to your contact list, and handing him back his phone as he gave you back yours. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you around?” 

Once again, Carmen doesn't hear himself speak, but his lips moved since you turned your back to walk away.

It's the only thing he can do - watching you go. Only this time, part of him hopes you’ll come back to him. 

–

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Whipping up a little something that’s been simmering in the back burner for Carmen

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Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?

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save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

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- Atwood H. Townsend

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Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

🕊️❤️🌹🙏🏻

Please consider donating!

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🍉Hi

We’re desperate to escape Gaza and give my niece Asel a future away from the war. If you can’t donate, sharing our story is just as important. Every dollar, even $1, will help us get closer to safety.

👉 Blog Link

https://www.tumblr.com/ahmedharara/767211796603060224/dont-skip-donations-urgently-needed-please?source=share

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Thank you so much for your kindness! 🙏

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V tempted to write a carmy fix it fic inspired by this song