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🚨📣Stop for a moment and listen to what this war has changed in my life.📣🚨

Everything inside me calls for suppression I will never forget what this war has changed in my soul I will never forget the holes it has left in my dreams I will never forget how I became a violent.

I will never forget the sound of houses collapsing I will never forget the smell of blood everywhere I will never forget my daughters' prayers every night that we stay together and that death will not separate us I will never forget their prayers that we remain one body after death and no remains I will never forget how our hopes were shattered I am stuck in one time, one day, and one date Waiting for a death that will never come.

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blue collar abby ৻ꪆ

minors dni, 18+ only | traditional housewife beliefs/values (only for fiction purposes!!), hyperfem!reader.

blue collar!abby loooooves to spoil you. she works late hours and slaves hard to make sure your nails are always done, your hair is perfect, and your closet is filled with only the best clothes — all designer brands, of course. coming home from a long, grueling shift, her joints aching and her uniform filthy, is all worth it when she’s greeted by your smile at the door, peppering her face with kisses and telling her how much you missed her. and sometimes, if she’s really lucky, you’ll even be waiting with a tray of freshly baked goods.

blue collar!abby loves feeling on her girl’s ass. a possessive hand tugging down the hem of your miniskirt to make sure you’re properly covered whenever you’re out in public, or her palm dipping from the small of your back to rest on the curve of your ass when you’re cuddled up with her in bed, her fingers toying with the silky fabric of your pajama pants (a fancy pair that was bought with her money, of course) — she’s also not afraid to bend you over her knee and spank your ass raw if she feels like you deserve it.

blue collar!abby loves the size difference between you and her. she’s obsessed with how easily she can scoop you up, throw you over her shoulder, and manhandle you into whatever positions she likes best. she’s twice your size, all broad-shouldered and muscled arms, and she doesn’t go a day without using that to her advantage. she’s the type to simply hoist you over her shoulder mid-argument and carry you to the bedroom, ignoring your startled squeak and cry of, “abby! put me down!” if anything, she’ll respond with a sharp smack to your ass and tell you, “hush up, princess. gonna show you what happens when you mouth off to the head of this house.”

blue collar!abby 110% will not tolerate disrespect, especially not from you. there’s been many times where your bratty streak has shown and she’s had to put you back in your place. you know you’ve pissed her off if she gives you that look. the wordless ‘clothes off, on the bed now’ command that means you’ll be limping for at least a week straight afterwards.

blue collar!abby has the biggest breeding kink. not a day goes by where she doesn’t think about knocking you up and making you a mama. she treats her strap like it’s real sometimes, two fingers rubbing your clit while she whispers in your ear, “gonna make you a mommy, princess. gonna get you all round and full with my baby. and you won’t have to do any of the work. you just sit pretty and lemme take care of it all. you know i’ll always take care of you.”

blue collar!abby buys you flowers every single valentine’s day, even despite you always insisting you don’t need them. it’s a tradition she’s upheld since your very first year together.

blue collar!abby loves giving you forehead kisses. made her a nice hot dinner? forehead kisses. came so hard on her strap that you nearly blacked out? forehead kisses. asleep in bed while she’s about to head out to work for the day? forehead kisses. anywhere, anytime.

blue collar!abby insists on you showering with her every time she gets home from work. mainly because you have a rule that you won’t have sex with her until she’s all freshened up — a rule which’s lines blur a lot depending on how horny you are — but that hardly even matters when you two always end up fucking in the shower anyway. one minute you’re washing her hair; the next you’re getting your back blown out.

blue collar!abby who, speaking of you washing her hair, loves when you dote on her. we’re talking back massages (since she often gets knots from the amount of physical labor she does), back scratches, taking care of her when she’s sick (read: the man flu) and bedridden. you’re happily at her every beck and call. it’s only fair for everything she does for you.

blue collar!abby is always fixing things around the house. she’s a self-proclaimed plumber, engineer, technician, and fireman all at once. sometimes it’s annoying how stubborn she is, demanding that yes, she can do it, and no, you don’t need to call someone actually qualified. though you can’t deny how hot she looks lying under the car as she tweaks at it with a wrench after you complained about it not running smoothly, her tank top riding up her stomach to reveal a slither of abs, her blonde hair all sweaty and sticking to her forehead.

blue collar!abby always gets a little embarrassed when you drag her lingerie shopping with you. she takes a seat outside the fitting room with the other husbands and wives at first, awkwardly wringing her hands together and avoiding looking at one thing for too long, before you roll your eyes and tug her into the room with you. you ask for her opinion on each set you put on, purposely bending over to squeeze your tits together or push your ass into her face under the excuse of ‘making sure she sees all the different angles.’ her embarrassment soon turns to frustration as she hisses at you to behave, and it’s really no surprise when you end up smushed against the mirror with three of abby’s fingers stuffed inside your cunt. by the time the shopping trip is over, both her arms are laden with bags and you’ve got a spring in your step.

blue collar!abby wakes you up with morning sex on the days she’s not working. her mouth is magic between your legs, warm tongue lolling gently over your clit as though savouring the taste of you, suckling at the arousal dripping out of your entrance like a starved woman. you’re still just waking up, brain all fuzzy, but your legs have a mind of their own and spread a little wider to accommodate her, your mouth opening and closing in a series of soft gasps and moans. one hand flies down to grab a fistful of her hair as she closes her lips around your clit and sucks hard — and she only pulls away to mumble to herself about how good you taste. she could honest to god stay down there, buried in your pussy, for hours.

blue collar!abby takes you out to fancy dinners at your favorite places the second she gets her paycheck. it’s something she loves doing, and she never makes you pay for anything. she once actually laughed in your face when you offered to.

blue collar!abby loves hugging you from behind. wrapping her broad arms around your waist, pulling you back against her chest, a satisfied grunt leaving her mouth at the feeling of your plush ass pressing into her groin. she’s also got a bad case of wandering hands and will let one slip down to rub your cunt, or slide up to grope at your tits while nuzzling into your neck, just to hear those sweet little sounds of yours.

blue collar!abby comes home from a shift and the first thing she does is kick her boots off, throw her coat on the hanger, and call out to you: “honey, i’m home!” the sound of your feet thudding lightly against the floor always makes her grin before you’re throwing yourself into her arms with a squeal.

blue collar!abby always makes you go commando under your pretty dresses and skirts when you’re having a ‘stay-at-home’ day together so that she can have easy access to your pussy whenever she feels like it — and most of the time, she feels like it.

blue collar!abby calls you petnames like “bunny,” “princess,” “pretty girl” and “sweet thing,” which never fail to fluster you despite how many times you’ve heard them.

blue collar!abby keeps a photo of you in her wallet at all times which she uses as motivation to get through her shift each day. if she’s having it rough with her boss or a client is pissing her off, she simply glances at the photo and reminds herself what she’s doing all this for — who she’s doing all this for. do it for her.

blue collar!abby is extremely protective. getting on the wrong side of her is a bad idea. of course, with you, she’s a total softie, a big mushy teddy bear as she tenderly caresses your face in her calloused hands and reassures you that she would never in a million years hurt you, and that you’re her perfect girl always — but with others, it’s a different story, especially when it involves you. she once got in a lot of shit with her boss for starting a fight on the worksite over a comment a coworker made about you, and she came home with bloody knuckles that afternoon which you took your time wrapping and scolding her for.

blue collar!abby alwaysss compliments your cooking, even if it’s just a simple plate of banana bread that you whipped up in a fit of boredom while she was at work. she makes sure you know how appreciated you are by her and her belly !!! she also makes a display of rubbing said belly after one of your meals and remarking, every time: “that hit the spot.”

blue collar!abby who’s tank top, musky scent and casual braid look drives you fucking crazy.

blue collar!abby drives a truck that you and her have had sex in many times. she even keeps a pair of her favorite panties of yours hanging from the rear-view mirror, and you still swear to this day that you nearly died of embarrassment the time she gave one of her friends a ride home without bothering to remove the panties. needless to say, that friend never accepted another ride from abby.

blue collar!abby lifts you up with ease and sets you on the kitchen countertop during an early morning makeout session, stroking her hands up and down your thighs as she stands between them, slowly inching your dress higher and higher, pressing a series of light kisses down your neck, your whimpers of encouragement echoing around the kitchen.

blue collar!abby loves watching you do little household chores like folding and putting the laundry away or flitting about the kitchen in your apron, humming along to the song playing on the radio. something about seeing you like that, all domestic and sweet, like the perfect housewife, gets her so hot. she not-so-subtly rubs her thighs together to release some of the tension that’s building between her legs, her eyes darkening as they track your every move — the way you bend over the oven, the way you tuck your hair behind your ears, the slight sway of your hips.

blue collar!abby loves reading the little post-it notes that you leave in her lunchbox every time you pack her food for work. you were a little embarrassed the first time you did it, convinced it was too cheesy, but when you realised how much she loved it, you made it a tradition to do it every day. though it’s a small thing, it makes her happy, and that’s most important to you.

blue collar!abby loves when you send her photos at work of your outfits of the day, eager to get her opinion. somehow, the conversation always turns into sexting, with her regretting that she didn’t call in sick that day.

blue collar!abby carries you bridal style for as long as you want her to when you’re out together and your feet start to hurt from wearing heels (because you always choose fashion over comfort). she’s the type of girlfriend to also swap shoes with you and carry your purse if you ask her to. as odd as the accessories look paired with her usually all-black outfit, she has absolutely no shame in it.

blue collar!abby dreams of one day starting a family with you, even if it’s just with a dog or a cat. she wants that typical, all-american two-story house, backyard pool, white picket fence lifestyle, and she’s working hard to make sure it happens for you both.

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Dear friends,

I hope you’re well. I’m reaching out with a heartfelt plea for support. The conflict in Gaza 🇵🇸 has taken my home and the bakery I poured my heart into. It wasn’t just a livelihood—it was my passion and my way of serving the community.

Now, I’m working to rebuild, but I can’t do it alone.

How you can help:

1. Spread the word: Please reblog my pinned post to raise awareness.

2. Donate if you can: Even the smallest contribution will help me rebuild my bakery and future 🍞❤️.

Your support means everything. Together, we can restore hope, one brick at a time 🌿🤲.

Thank you,

Ismail Almughanni 🇵🇸🕊️

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bailey was right guys everyone say yay!!

i’m so glad i’m not losing tiktok literally what would i do without it

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Hello, my name is Hossam. I live in Gaza, which has been subjected to a war of extermination for more than a year. I take care of forgotten cats who die every day due to lack of care. I am collecting these donations to save as many of this cat from death as possible.

Please pay attention to the campaign, contribute, and donate even a little. Every euro will help me provide security and food for these forgotten animals.

https://gofund.me/a32001e7

animal lovers & lovers of living things, consider supporting Hosssm in Gaza.

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i hate it when people say that abby can’t be a sub because of how intimidating and big she is. that’s literally half the fun !!!!!!! big strong abby getting flustered because someone half her height and size is ordering her around like she’s some dog, and she just simply obeys. doing whatever she can to please because her ears perk up every time she gets told “good job, baby.. you’re doin’ so good.”

abby’s literally on top and aggressive 90% of the time poor baby needs someone she can just turn her brain off with and feel good about it. also those pouty lips are not the lips of someone who is a dom 100% of the time. she’s literally made to sit on her knees in front of you and pout because she can’t shove her tongue into your cunt or because she’s dying to grind against your boot.

i am all for dom and mean and rough and scary abby do not get me wrong but acting like that woman doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body is simply incorrect !

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can i be real (although controversial) for a sec…

i’m lowkey tired of seeing mainly descriptions of the ‘baby pink/white’, ‘frilly’, skirt-wearing, coquette, shy fem/femme reader in vi, sevika, ellie, and abby fics…

i mean she’s cute! we love her! but give me emo/grungy reader who only wears black and platform combat boots!! give me reader who’s pierced & has tats & wears studded belts/chunky accessories!! give me sassy reader who doesn’t take BS!!

you can still be fem/femme and be alternative/punk/emo to the other alt baddies out there!

planning to write some myself atp… stay tuned sapphics... 🤭

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i will literally move back to DR america don’t piss me off

i’m so glad i’m not losing tiktok literally what would i do without it

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Jinx posted it

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Vetted by: 1) gazavetters verified on the list is (#89 ) 2) fiercynn verified on the list is (#22 ) 3) a-shade-of-blue Here and Here 4) 90-ghost Here 5) dlxxv-vetted-donations Here.

Dear Kind Soul,

Life has a way of testing us, and for me and my family, it’s been a test of survival. As we navigate the aftermath of a devastating war, our world has been reduced to uncertainty, cold nights, and endless struggles to find stability.

I’m Ghazi Al Amoudi, and I’m reaching out to you not for luxuries or dreams, but for the most basic human needs—safety, shelter, and hope for a better future.

Due to unforeseen issues, I had to pause my previous GoFundMe campaign and create a new one to ensure all support reaches us without any obstacles.

Here’s the previous link (now paused) And here’s the new link, where you can continue supporting us

Our goal remains €70,000. Thanks to incredible generosity, we’ve raised €3,942 so far—almost 6% of the way. But with €66,000 still needed, we have a long road ahead.

Your support, no matter how small, could mean the world to us:

A €10 donation can help provide clean water for a day.

A €20 donation could bring warmth to our freezing nights.

A simple share of our story could connect us with someone who can help.

🌟 Please join us in this journey of hope: Donate here

Each day, your compassion keeps us going. Your kindness is not just a donation—it’s a lifeline, a promise that better days are possible.

Thank you for being a beacon of hope in our darkest moments. Together, we can turn despair into possibility.

Almost 6% of my long-term goal Reached!

€3,942 out of €70,000

Donations are protected by GOFUNDME

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Hello Dear ❤️🙏🏻

Can you help my family to evacuate from Gaza, I do not lose him in war 💔

Donation link :

https://gofund.me/5fbe0cf3

I will appreciate your help 🤍

of course :/ sending peace and prayers

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Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔 Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check I my blog I and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

🍉🍉🍉 We rely on your donations to have a shelter and provide basic daily necesseties. We need your contributions and support with us, no matter how small it may be for you, but it makes a difference for my family 🙏🏻 Please, Support us with 5$, 10$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated 🙏🏻

🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291

Donation link 🙏🏻

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cw - the usual (petnames, yadda yadda) strap sex (r!recieving) reader and abby r married teehee

lazy sex w abby oh my god. you just got off from work, tired as ever. abby just wants to make her baby feel good after a long day at work. she doesnt want you doing anything, just rewinding on her strap.

"mmm...right there." your face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, the occasional quiet moans slipping from your lips. abby has you in her lap, all of her deep inside you. swear you can feel it all the way in your stomach. her hands gripping your hips, assisting your movements.

"yeah?" a smirk finds its way on her face, flexing her pelvis as the strap reaches where you need it the most. "f-fuck baby..." you jolted a bit, arms still wrapped around abby's shoulders.

"my sweet girl worked so hard today hmm? all she needed was my strap? taking all of it so good...wish you could see yourself right now angel." you whimper at her words, the grinding of your hips getting more sloppier as you feel your orgasm coming.

"i-i'm so close abby..." she reaches down, her thumb rubbing messy circles on your clit. "c'mon, go ahead and give it to me." abby's lips lazily kisses yours, your leftover lip combo earlier from work rubbing off on her lips.

your body shakes against abby's as your orgasm violently washes over you. your nails she paid for obv grip onto her biceps, your body slowly calming down from the harsh climax. "there we go, fuck." abby's also follows, washing over her shortly after yours. your body falls against hers, quiet, barely audible moans seep through your lips as she slides the strap out of your cunt.

"you want me to run you a bath angel?" your wife questions, a nod from you following shortly after. her lips places a peck on your nose before she heads to prepare your bath. she just loves taking care of her baby.

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pairing: vi x reader | 1k words plot: violet does not appreciate when a guy touches what's hers authors note: this is messy and my very first vi work, send help

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“I love how you smell” violet muses against your skin as you sit perched on her lap. The sweet words this woman whispers to you makes your chest all fuzzy and warm and you couldn’t complain.

You hum softly, leaning back against her and her strong arms sneak around your waist. She loves having you in her lap, absolutely adores it. Her hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt, the skin beneath warm and smooth. 

“You two make me sick” Ellie makes a gagging noise and throws back her beer. “Get a room, mh?” Abby laughs and passes the joint to a girl beside her.

Damn jocks, a sweet moment and these brawly hockey players yap about it to no end.

“Fuck off” Violet laughs and nuzzles her face into your neck. Oh, how you loved her so close, so warm around you.

You place a hand over hers and grab your drink, you’re way too sober for this. These frat parties would be the last thing on a friday night for you if it weren’t for Vi, the star player and your adoring girlfriend.

You set your cup down and pat Vi’s arm. “I’ll get us another drink, what’d you want, baby?” She places a kiss to your jaw and hum’s

“A beer, love. Hurry back, yeah.” Her voice rich and husky in your ear. With a small smile you get up from her lap and walk into the kitchen, not without Vi giving your arse a playful smack, of course.

Vi’s eyes follow you, her gaze stuck on your bum in that sin of a skirt. She’d eat you up right then and there, god have mercy on her.

“Mate, you’re drooling.” Ellie snickered beside her and she cracked a smirk.

“How can I not when I've got a girl like her?” and she meant it, you were the hottest girl around, not even Cait could hold a candle to you.

And christ, she really wanted to lift that skirt and ravish you over that counter.

Ellie snorts and rolls her eyes, you were hot, that’s no secret. “We get it, you bagged the hottest of them all.” her voice exasperated as she nudged Vi.

Her eyes snap back to you, so pretty by the counter and utterly her’s. She adjusts her pants, just the sight of you makes her slick.

 Her eyes follow you as you pour a drink for yourself and pop open the bottle of the beer with a lighter, god how can you be so so hot?

Her smirk falters as she takes notice of a guy behind you, his eyes peering at your arse like you didn’t belong to her. Alright, that sounded big headed, yes.

But, to her defense, everyone knew you were her girl, so why did that prick feel the need to approach you?

Vi’s eyes narrow as she watches the guy reach his hand and touch you, a ugly soaring fire spreads in her chest as she gets up.

She can't put her finger on it but, rage? Maybe even fury. Her fists clench and her arms flex, the anger like gasoline to the fire within her.

You don’t notice the guy, of course you don’t - you’re preparing a drink for your girlfriend and yourself. The bottle is hard to open and you pray that the trick Vi showed you actually works, so you put the lighter in the edge of the cap- what the actual hell.

You whirl around as a hand, and not your girlfriend’s, touches your behind. The guy stands tall, a good foot above you and you have to lift your head to look at him. “What the fuck?” You bark, shoving the guy back. He gives you a cocky smirk and leans forwards. You notice his teeth sitting crooked and yellowish in his mouth and you have to suppress a gag.

 “Sorry, princess. That ass of yours is too good to pass up on.” Your eyes narrow but, before you can even think, a tip of pink hair appears behind the guy and you pray to god and all his angels that Vi won’t break his neck.

Vi is quick to grab the guy by his neck, slotting a foot in the back of knee. The guy doubles over with a grunt. “I don’t appreciate my girl being harassed” her voice low and threatening as she pushes him down by the neck. 

Ellie and Abby are by her side in an instant, both of them holding the guy by his arms like they’ve practiced this before…they haven’t right?

She doesn’t waste a second before her fist connects with the guy’s face, a sickening crunch reaches your ears and all you manage to do is watch in bewilderment and slight disgust.

You appreciate your girlfriend defending you, of course you did but, she had the tendency to go a little overboard. Just as her fist rises again you step forward and slip a hand onto her bicep. Vi halts her movement and her eyes find yours, expression softening instantly.

“Enough, baby.” Your voice gentle and reassuring. Vi reluctantly lowers her arms and slips her hand in yours.

She gives Ellie and Abby a nod and they let go. “Aw, come on. One more couldn’t hurt.” Ellie pouts, what a psycho.

Vi turns to you, her eyes searching your face. “Are you okay, baby?” You nod as a small smile forms on your lips.

You hand her the beer and grab your own drink before the two of you follow Ellie and Abby back to the couch.

One last disgusted look at the guy hunched over on the wooden floor as Vi pulls you along.

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gf!abby anderson texts . ݁𓂃 ࣪˖

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like i'm sorry but we as a fandom have to stay firm on our anti-AI values. we cannot suddenly start giving AI a pass when it's something we "want to see" like destiel kisses. it's not suddenly fine. we're not going to start using AI to make fanfic scenes come to life or audio AI to make characters "say" stuff we want to hear. you have GOT to be firm on your anti-AI stance. if you start making exceptions then suddenly anything will fly. fandom is for real art and creations made by real people. no AI fanfics. no AI art. no AI rendered "bonus" scenes. no AI audio. none of it has a place here.

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