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i’m sorry i’ve been ia without any warning i will probably be ia/semi ia for a while. i love this community and it’s nothing with it im simply not in a good place right now but ill be okay. i love yall and i hope you’re doing well and continue to

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RAHAHEUSHS

Someone doing this and noticing their bf is hungry because they can feel his tummy rumbling as soon as they put their hands on it.... I'm thinking...

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tw: skipping meals/under eating

i haven’t been eating well or enough and i get all shaky and super hungry but i usually end up eating after i calm down but this time i didn’t and had one of those moments where im just shoving food down my throat and shaking a bunch and it didn’t stop until like 10-15 minutes after i finished eating. this gives me such like vampire/werewolf vibes

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Hi, I'm Nevin from Gaza. Please help me and my family escape to safety. Your donation will save my life, my child's life and my parents' life. If everyone donated even 30 euros, of basic necessities, it would help save our lives. Thank you in advance.🍉 https://gofund.me/b44d7cbc

i’ve reposted your pinned and i ask that everyone does the same

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‏Today's vetted fundraisers

I am Nevin Al-Sir, I live in Gaza, I am 27 years old, I used to work as an accountant in an accounting firm, I am married and have a child, I was also pregnant during the war, the war on Gaza, and when the evacuation order came from our area in Gaza, we fled through the corridor that the occupation lied to us about and the safe corridor was a disaster. We walked on foot, the longest distance I have ever walked in my life. I was displaced to a tent with the rest of my family, and it was very difficult, tiring and exhausting. Every time there was an evacuation in the southern areas, I was forced to evacuate again to a worse tent. Then I gave birth to my child in a field hospital because the hospitals were out of service. I gave birth to my son in the winter, the cold and the war together, which did not destroy my house and my tent. Now we live in a tent, me, my mother, my father, my husband, my brothers, my sisters and their children, and I need your support to try to survive.

@el-shab-hussein @nabulsi @irhabiya @wellwaterhysteria @sar-soor @stuckinapril

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people died (i’m people)

Happy Halloween!

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galladay

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i suck at backgrounds...

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Take-Home

Characters: AlHaitham, Kaveh

Ship: Kavetham

Cws: Child neglect, grief, hunger

Summary: AlHaitham is starving, but too hungry to make anything to eat. Guess he’ll just end up eating crackers again for dinner….

(No he won’t.)

A/N: ahh, the neurodivergent shut down when you neglect your needs for too long until they come back to bite you in the most inconvenient way. Enjoy!

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He’s standing in the doorway to the pantry, and he’s hungry.

Their pantry is stuffed full of ingredients. Spices and sauces line the racks. Dried vegetables and herbs are hung up on the walls. The aroma makes the back of his throat itch, and his stomach clench tight. There’s plenty in here, but nothing to eat.

AlHaitham remembers when he was young and alone. When, a week after Grandmother died, he spent nearly five thousand mora on groceries, because that’s what she would always do on Monday mornings. And as he methodically stocked it all away, with heavy hands and a heavy heart, he only realized then that he didn’t know how to use half the things he bought. He couldn’t touch the cookbooks, they smelled too much like her. He couldn’t ask for assistance, the neighbors either pitied or disliked him. He could just sit on the divan and stare at the rug, falling asleep with an empty belly while thousands of mora sat rotting in the cupboards.

AlHaitham is not young anymore. But he is hungry. He feels alone.

His eyes swim with words, reading labels on jars and boxes and bottles. He forgot to buy snacks when shopping yesterday. Forgot the protein bars that taste like dirt and dry desert sand, but leave him satisfied enough to fall asleep. He forgot.

He reaches up and brings down a box of soup crackers. He is hungry for a meal, but these could work. His body feels too heavy to hold a pot, his hands shake too much to operate the stove.

His stomach is crying out. He opens the box, and begins to pour out a handful.

“I’m home!” AlHaitham stops. His head dizzily turns to look at the front door.

There is Kaveh, carrying a take-out bag with the label of Puspa Cafe on it, with cheeks flushed red ever so subtly, and eyes bright and excitable. He is wearing his going-out clothes, but they are slightly wrinkled and his makeup is smeared. He walks with a tipsy swagger, no longer the stumbling drunk he used to be. He plops the bag on the table, and rests a sticky hand on AlHaitham’s shoulder.

“Brought you back some dinner. Lambad’s shawarma wraps, extra meat, just how you like it. ‘Nd a bottle of that zaytun peach and harra berry fruit cocktail. Virgin! I know you’re boring.” His voice is loud, and hurts AlHaitham’s ears. But Kaveh brings out a box and a bottle, setting it at the table where AlHaitham sits. He folds the paper bag and stows it under the sink to reuse later, in a moment of inspiration.

AlHaitham has not moved. He sits stunned for a moment, forgetting how to act in this situation. His hand is still full of crackers. Kaveh notices, takes the box, and shakes a few more out. Then he closes it without a second thought and puts it away. Does not even realize that was going to be AlHaitham’s supper.

“Sit, sit. Cmon.” Kaveh guides him by the shoulder to the table, sits him in his seat, and then sits across from him. He pops open the juice bottle and steals a sip of AlHaitham’s drink, eyebrow raised in confusion. “What, not hungry?”

AlHaitham dumps the crackers on the side of the box where the rice nor the wrap does not touch. He shakes his head.

“No.” He mutters, then takes out one of the wraps. The weight feels foreign in his cold hands. He takes a bite, and his stomach chooses that moment to complain particularly loudly. AlHaitham pretends to ignore it. Kaveh huffs a laugh, and shakes his head, but says nothing more on the matter. He spares AlHaitham the embarrassment.

“So, today I met up with Tighnari after meeting my client…”

AlHaitham is not young anymore. But he’s no longer hungry, nor is he alone.

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i don’t get gender dysphoria like that anymore but recently it’s been awful and i’m rethinking everything i’ve ever done. is it the planets n shit or just me?

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i love them so bad

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I hear something about blade stomach headcanons 👀 please do share

Hello, anon!! You heard right. 😈 You have NO IDEA what you just unleashed. I am sooo totally normal about Blade and his tummy I'm 😭. These are my...

𓆩✧𓆪⚔︎ Blade Stomach Headcanons ⚔︎𓆩✧𓆪

𓆩✧𓆪 ⚔︎ 𓆩✧𓆪 ⚔︎ 𓆩✧𓆪 ⚔︎ 𓆩✧𓆪 ⚔︎ 𓆩✧𓆪 ⚔︎ 𓆩✧𓆪

• Because Blade cannot die, he's gotten used to the unhealthy practice of neglected to take care of himself. This means that a lot of the time he forgets (or just doesn't care) to eat.

• His stomach is a mix of quiet and loud, depending on how it had been since his last meal. However, no matter how hungry he gets, he absolutely refuses to eat; not until he needs to, at least.

• The only times Blade sees eating as necessary is when it becomes a hindrance to his fighting or combat abilities. This means that Blade could easily go days or even a week without a bite to eat, leaving him shaky and staggering. Sometimes, the hunger gets bad enough that Blade feels sick, leaving him lightheaded and retching over the toilet.

• The other stellaron hunters, especially Kafka, are constantly trying to persuade Blade to take better care of himself. Kafka is the only one he really listens to since they're pretty close, which also means that he lets her (although reluctantly) see him in his vulnerable states. If Blade ends up getting sick, he allows Kafka to massage his stomach, get him drinks and snacks, and aid him in regaining his strength.

• When Blade eventually does eat and Kafka isn't there to help him take it slow, he could easily tear through multiple plates of food in a matter of minutes. This, of course, leads to delayed fullness, and he suddenly becomes very full, leading to a stomachache.

• Because of the fact that Blade's stomach is always empty or always too full, it always takes longer to make him feel hungry, and longer for him to feel full. It takes a lot to make Blade's stomach upset, but when it is, it's bad. If his stomach is hurting, he'll isolate himself from the others, his arms wrapped around his either swollen or empty belly as he waits for the pain to subside. Other than that, Blade has a near stomach of steel.

• The side effects of hunger are drastically different from when he's on the battlefield compared to when he's not in the middle of a fight. When he's hungry on the battlefield, he'll pay it no mind, holding a strong resolve to show no weakness to the enemy. However, after the fight is over and the adrenaline has worn off, the hunger pangs hit him like a truck. He's suddenly hyperaware of the gnawing feeling in his abdomen, and the way his stomach won't seem to let up on letting the world know that he's hungry.

• Despite the literal hell he puts himself through every day, Blade is a bit more on the softer side, rather than being covered with rock hard abs. He isn't chubby by any means, but he isn't muscular either, leaving him at a soft state between the two.

Thank you for the ask!

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For @feesheroo , I'M SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR ASK WHILE ANSWERING IT??? ANYWAYS HERE'S MY ANSWER 😭

FEESH HI 🫶🫶🫶 I am SO sorry this took so long to reply to. Since I'm still fairly new to hsr, I didn't (and still don't) know much about Jing Yuan, so I speedran some story and did some research on him 😭. ANYWAYS, these are my...

⌁₊˚⊹ Jing Yuan Stomach Headcanons ⊹˚₊⌁

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• Considering how Jing Yuan is several centuries old, he's pretty much grown accustomed to any bodily functions that are less than ideal, hunger being one of them. That being said, he doesn't really get hunger cues anymore, and if he does, he just ignores it, which can sometimes lead to awkward situations.

• Just like his personality, his stomach is rather calm, with most of it's grumbles being quiet or nearly silent altogether. However, if it's been more than a couple hours over what he's used to, it can get pretty noisy, much to Jing Yuan's dismay.

• His transition from an active life on the front lines to a rather sedentary one (which makes people think he's lazy) has lead to him becoming soft, which is especially apparent around his midsection. His once toned abdomen had now gained a bit of chub, but he's perfectly okay with that. >:)

• Being the Dozing General means to be prepared for any situation, which means he has to be prepared to eat anything if the situation calls for it. Because of this, he sometimes ends up eating things that wouldn't normally be eaten by the average person, or foods that are past their expiration dates so nothing goes to waste. This always leads to a stomachache of course, which leads to rubs and affection.

• When he isn't on duty, he lets his guard down, and allows himself to be pampered by his partner if they're offering. He doesn't particularly hide his desire for affection, he would just prefer that only those close to him know of these things.

• This poor man gets stomachaches pretty often, which could be caused by a mountain of different reasons. He could've eaten too much, too little, ate something bad, got a little sick, you name it. Because contradictory to his tough, calm and collected exterior, his stomach is actually really sensitive, even if it doesn't often make itself known.

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🚨 URGENT: WILL BE HOMELESS BY NOVEMBER🚨 (Please read)

https://gofund.me/0a91818f

As much as I try to keep my personal life away from my online presence through anonymity, I fear I have no other choice but to come here and speak of something that’s been chipping at me since early September.

I was recently unfairly terminated from my job early back in September. Fired due to my mother being sick I will add. She is physically disabled, and I am her only caretaker. It was honestly a hellish work environment for me prior to all of this, and I’m still kinda glad I’m away from that place for the sake of my mental health…

Since then I’ve yet to find a replacement job. I Can’t/ am unable to qualify for food assistance programs or government assistance programs as of right now. I’ve looked into other options via donation but even that has ended with nothing special. My family has refused to help at all during this, so… I’m really at my whits end.

A couple of close friends of mine have suggested I start a gofundme. I’ve never done anything like this before so I don’t know what to put here…

But please, any little bit helps. Help Myself and My Mom stay in our home. Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

https://gofund.me/0a91818f

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every time someone says polyamory is cheating without repercussions an angel losses its wings

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i can’t do this anymore

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🚨Please, don't skip‼️‼️

Very important... 💔🍉

I am very sad because the campaign is going slowly, and I want to reach the goal, which is to reunite my family, get out of Gaza, and live in peace and security.

My children are not to blame for all of this They are visionary children. 😞💔🍉

Life in the tent is very difficult. No one can imagine how we spend the day in the tent. It is a very difficult life.

Look at the innocence of my children, yousef and Malak