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[firstfullmoon]

William Fargason, “I Have Lost Faith”

[grinchandthegang]

Woop woop wa woop woop

[girlinafairytale]

you should not stop thinking about the children in gaza. you should not stop thinking about people with serious medical conditions living in gaza. you should not forget about the young people shouldering heavy responsiblities in gaza.

my friend mohammed is just nineteen years old and is taking care of his whole family. he has a six year old brother. his brother should be in school. he should be enjoying his childhood. however, for him and countless other children in gaza, a school is not a place where one goes to learn but a place where one goes to seek protection from bombs.

some of mohammed's loved ones suffer from various medical conditions. his brother is blind and had a coronary artery surgery. he looks after them with great love and care. he is doing his best to make sure that his family is safe. however, everything has become more expensive as no aid has entered gaza since may. food and warm clothes are very expensive and mohammed cannot shoulder the costs all by himself.

please consider helping my friend by donating or sharing his fundraiser. there has only been one single donation in the last 24 hours. we've raised €15,657 out of €50K.

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@ahmed0khalil

[i-love-my-dorks-and-simps]

freng kis

[thelunarsystem2426]

W what is that

[cjayius]

THE WALLS — LEE HEESEUNG

SYNOPSIS. weeks after the incident at his race, heeseung still hasn't made a move on you, so why not put him in a position where he has to make a move ?

pairing. racer!heeseung x f!reader wc. 00k tw. kissing , hee is down bad genre. fluff ( CATALOGUE )

you try to ignore him, really, you do. but heeseung makes it impossible. every time you think you've found a moment to yourself, there he is—leaning too close, his voice a low murmur in your ear, his presence like a gravity you can't escape.

like when you're fixing a few settings on the car, crouched by the rear wheels in the dimly lit garage. you hear him before you see him, the sound of his boots against the concrete, and then suddenly, he's next to you.

"you need help?" he asks, but the way he's leaning down, peering over your shoulder, it feels less like an offer and more like an intrusion. "i've got it," you reply, your voice steady despite the way your hands tremble slightly as you work.

but he doesn't back off. instead, he crouches beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours, the faint scent of his cologne sending your senses into overdrive.

"you sure? looks like you're struggling." his tone is teasing, but there's something in his voice—a low, husky note—that makes your stomach flip.

"i'm fine," you snap, your frustration masking the way your pulse races.

but then his hand covers yours, stopping your movements as he leans in even closer. "let me help," he says, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper.

you freeze, your breath hitching as his fingers curl over yours, guiding your hand as if you suddenly forgot how to do your job. the proximity is unbearable, his body so close you can feel the heat radiating from him, and you hate the way your heart races, the way your skin burns under his touch.

the tension only escalates when the team organizes a party to celebrate a recent win. the air is thick with music and laughter, the dim lighting casting a golden glow over the room. you tell yourself you'll stay in the corner, nursing your drink and avoiding heeseung, but of course, he finds you.

"you're awfully quiet tonight," he remarks, leaning against the bar beside you. "just tired, “ you say, avoiding his gaze.

but he doesn't let up. "you know, if you keep acting like this, people are gonna start thinking i did something to you," he teases, his tone light but his eyes sharp, searching yours for a reaction.

"you did," you mutter under your breath, though you're not sure he hears you.

and then you see her—some girl from the team, laughing at something heeseung says, her hand lingering a little too long on his arm. you know it's none of your business, but the sight of them together ignites something in you, a sharp pang of jealousy that you can't ignore.

fine, two can play that game.

you spot someone across the room—a guy you vaguely recognize, another driver from a different team. he's tall, good-looking, and more than willing to entertain you when you approach him with a coy smile.

"hey," you say, tilting your head just enough to let your hair fall over your shoulder, your smile sweet but calculated. "i don't think we've met."

the guy's response is immediate, his interest obvious as he leans closer, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as he talks. you don't hear a word he says—you're too focused on the weight of heeseung's gaze burning into you from across the room.

it works.

heeseung's jaw tightens, his grip on his drink white-knuckled as he watches you laugh at something the guy says, your hand brushing against his arm. the tension in the room shifts, the air between you and heeseung crackling like a live wire despite the distance.

before you know it, he's there, stepping between you and the other guy with a look that could cut glass.

"can i borrow her for a second?" heeseung doesn't wait for an answer, his hand closing around your wrist as he pulls you away from the crowd. "what the hell are you doing?" you snap, wrenching your arm free once you're out of earshot.

"me? what the hell are you doing?" he fires back, his voice low but filled with barely restrained anger.

"talking to someone," you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. "why do you care?"

heeseung steps closer, his gaze intense, his voice dropping even lower. "because i do," he says, the words sharp and raw, cutting through the space between you.

your breath catches, the air around you thick with tension as heeseung's eyes lock onto yours. for a moment, neither of you speaks, the weight of everything unspoken hanging heavy in the air. "you're unbelievable," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else you can't quite name.

"and you drive me insane," he mutters, his voice rough, his eyes dark as they flicker to your lips. the moment stretches, charged and electric, and then suddenly, it snaps.

heeseung steps back, running a hand through his hair as he exhales sharply. "forget it," he mutters, his voice tight. "do whatever you want."

but as he turns to leave, you grab his arm, your resolve crumbling under the weight of everything you've been trying to deny.

"wait," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

he pauses, his back to you, and for a moment, you think he won't turn around. but then he does, his eyes meeting yours, and the vulnerability there takes your breath away.

you don't even realize you're holding onto his arm until his gaze drops to where your hand grips his sleeve. heat rises to your cheeks, but you can't bring yourself to let go. not yet.

"i..." your voice falters as you try to form a coherent sentence, but the weight of his stare makes it impossible to think straight. heeseung tilts his head, his usual cocky smirk replaced with something softer, almost hesitant. "you what?"

"i just..." you exhale sharply, frustrated with yourself. why does he always have this effect on you? "i need to say something."

heeseung's brows raise slightly, but he doesn't interrupt. instead, he takes a step closer, his presence overwhelming as he waits for you to continue. the words are on the tip of your tongue, but they're stuck, tangled up with your pride and your fear. your grip on his sleeve tightens as you look down, avoiding his gaze.

"you've been driving me crazy," you finally blurt out, your voice barely above a whisper. "ever since... ever since that day. i can't stop thinking about you, and it's so frustrating because i don't even like you—"

"don't lie to me," heeseung interrupts, his voice low and steady.

your head snaps up, your eyes meeting his. there's no smugness in his expression now, no teasing grin. just raw intensity, like he's daring you to deny it. "i'm not lying," you argue, but your voice wavers, betraying you.

heeseung takes another step forward, closing the gap between you until you're practically backed against the wall. his hands come up to rest on either side of your head, trapping you in place as his eyes bore into yours.

"then why are you shaking?" he asks softly, his tone almost gentle.

your breath hitches, and you curse yourself for the way your body betrays you—your racing heart, your trembling hands, the heat flooding your cheeks. "because you're annoying," you manage to say, though it comes out weak and unconvincing.

heeseung's lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile breaking through. "annoying, huh?"

"yes," you snap, trying to regain some semblance of control. "you're arrogant, and reckless, and you always—"

your words die in your throat as he leans in, his face so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. "and yet," he murmurs, his voice barely audible, "you're still here."

your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest, the air between you crackling with tension. his gaze drops to your lips, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. "heeseung," you whisper, but you're not even sure what you're about to say.

his eyes flicker back to yours, searching for any sign of hesitation. when he finds none, he closes the remaining distance, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, most tentative kiss. it's over too quickly, barely more than a fleeting touch, but it's enough to leave you breathless, your mind spinning.

heeseung pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours. "say it," he murmurs, his voice so soft it almost breaks you. "say what?" you ask, your voice shaking.

"that you feel it too," he replies, his eyes searching yours.

and you do. you feel it in the way your heart races, in the way your entire body seems to lean into him, drawn to him like a magnet.

"i..." you hesitate, the words catching in your throat.

heeseung waits, his patience surprising as he watches you with an intensity that makes your knees weak. finally, you let out a shaky breath, your walls crumbling as you admit the truth. "i do."

a slow, almost disbelieving smile spreads across his face, and before you can say anything else, he's kissing you again. this time, there's nothing tentative about it—it's deep, consuming, and leaves no room for doubt.

you lose yourself in him, in the way his hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer, in the way his lips move against yours like they were made to fit together. when you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads still pressed together as you try to catch your breath.

"you're impossible," you murmur, but there's no heat behind your words, only a lingering sense of awe.

"and you're stubborn," he counters, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.

you roll your eyes, but you can't help the smile that breaks through. "we're a mess."

"maybe," he agrees, his grin widening. "but we're our mess."

and for the first time in what feels like forever, you don't feel the need to argue. instead, you lean into him, letting yourself fall into the chaos that is heeseung.

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[susuax]

Or when you only bought HEALTHY food 👹

[childmagazine]

MRI of a neuroscientist kissing her 2-month-old son offers a modern, unforgettable take on the classic mother-child portrait. They're curled up inside a 3 Tesla MRI scanner, surrounded by its loud beeps and bangs. Despite the noise, the baby sleeps soundly on his mom's chest, allowing for a clear image of their brains. Capturing this took several minutes, and even a millimeter of movement could blur the scan.

For some, this image highlights the delicate nature of human life; for others, it symbolizes the timeless connection between any mother and child. The contrasting brain structures-smaller, smoother, and darker in the baby-make this moment even more fascinating.

[legochaotixmechz]

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what if wallt and mark had a son and it was just. emmet brickowski

[firstfullmoon]

Fargo Nissim Tbakhi, “Antigone 11”

[kosmogrl]

https://twitter.com/isabelunraveled

[girlinafairytale]

i don't have any words to describe the cruelty of the israeli occupation. in the last year, around 17,000 palestinian children have been murdered by the iof.

a blockade has been imposed on gaza. no aid has entered gaza since may. this means that the supply for things like baby formula, flour, medicines, vegetables and clothes is running low. prices for all these things have increased.

because of the israeli manufactured famine, mothers in gaza are facing extreme difficulties in giving birth and taking care of their newborn babies. the miscarriage rate has risen drastically. expecting mothers are not able to consume the prescribed amount of calories that is required for a fetus to properly develop. they are having c-sections without anaesthesia. there is no baby formula in the north of gaza.

despite all these hurdles, life prevails. babies are being born in gaza everyday, under the genocide. they are loved and cared for by their families. their loved ones are doing what they can to feed the little ones and ensure their safety. these babies have a gentle kind of love that prevails over everything, even when surrounded by death and destruction.

@suad-khaled is a mother to a beautiful five month old baby named khaled. baby khaled needs formula and warm clothes to stay safe and healthy. unfortunately, it is difficult to purchase these things as they are very expensive. his health is deteriorating and he needs medicines too.

please consider donating to her so that she can feed her child. the baby formula is very expensive and is necessary for proper development of her child. i also urge you to read suad's story in her own words here.

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[dionyrtal]

Vertigo Peaks by Dion Anja 2. Return II by Dean Gioia

[sinisterscientist]

hey dude great pokemon battle. i couldn't help but notice your pokemon was wearing an extremely swag necklace, it reminded me of how lame and swagless me and my pokemon are. I'm gonna give you double the prize money as thanks for the opportunity of getting my ass kicked by an epically swag beast such as yours.