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this is a list of palestinian fundraisers as well as a brief description i wrote of each person's situation

!! DISCLAIMER !! I am not qualified to vet campaigns, I only compile them. I will include the account that has verified each campaign in its respective description, and if they are not vetted, I will add a disclaimer. Always donate at your own discretion.

@/motaz345: Mohamed Jadalhaq from Sweden is organizing this campaign on behalf of his brother Motaz in order to raise enough funds to evacuate him and his family from Gaza. Motaz is himself a nurse by trade, while his wife Fedaa is a pediatrician. They have three children together, Mohammed (9), Omar (7), and Nima (4). Motaz and Fedaa both volunteer at a local hospital, however they make no stable income because both their home and place of work were destroyed by bombings. Because they are constantly forced to relocate, they can have no stable source of income or basic necessities such as food and clean water. This family’s gofundme aims to raise 250,000 krona (~$25,000 USD), which will cover basic necessities for the family of five and hopefully evacuation fees as well. This campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/burningnightgiver: Sahar, Mother separated from her children, who are currently trapped in Gaza. Her daughter Walaa suffers from type 1 diabetes and does not have access to insulin due to the genocide. Sahar’s gofundme has raised $13,000 of the $50,000 she requires to evacuate her children and be reunited with them in Egypt. This fundraiser has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/yousefjehad0: Youssef (19) currently sheltering in a tent at a displacement camp in Deir al-Balah. Responsible for his family’s livelihood as well as paying for his father’s medical treatment. His younger brother is suffering from hepatitis due to poor living conditions caused by the genocide and requires medicine. Youssef is malnourished because all the income he makes goes towards his family’s medical expenses, and he has been stripped of his education after having his school bombed by the Israeli army. His gofundme has only raised $9,000 of the $15,000 he needs. This fundraiser has been vetted by @90-ghost, @aces-and-angels, and @el-shab-hussein.

@/mohammadyaser1980: Mohammad, father of five children who have lost their home and education due to the genocide in Gaza. His mother has also passed away due to poor living conditions and lack of access to medical care. His gofundme has raised $25,000 of the $35,000 he needs to help support his family. This campaign is being orchestrated by Mohammad’s nephew, Roba Ayyad.

@/ahmed4palestine: Ahmed (22), formerly a biomechanics major at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, before it was destroyed by the Israeli army. He was stripped of his education a year before he was supposed to graduate and his father Amjad lost his shop, effectively his family’s source of income. His gofundme has raised $20,000 of the $30,000 he requires to support his family of seven (Lamar, his youngest sister, hopes to one day be a doctor), who are currently sheltering in Deir al Balah after having been displaced. The $20,000 will cover evacuation tickets ($5,000 per adult & $2,500 per child), bus transportation from the border to Cairo, and an Egyptian Visa. This fundraiser has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/alhabil: Mohammad (30), husband and father of three–Ahmed (8), Osama (6), and Mira (4). He supports his parents and pays for their medical expenses; his father Marwan Al-Habil (65) suffers from diabetes and hypertension, and his mother (55) is in extremely poor health (diabetes, high blood pressure, a herniated disc, and osteoporosis) due to lack of treatment. Mohammad’s family was displaced to Rafah and then later Nuseirat, which is still not safe. His gofundme has raised $33,000 of his $50,000 goal, and has been vetted by @90-ghost and @el-shab-hussein.

@/hayanahed: Haya and her family of eight, who have been displaced after having their home bombed by the Israeli army. Both Haya and her sister Amal suffer from severe medication allergies and fear that with growing disease in displacement camps they will not have access to adequate medical care. Her father’s business of 28 years was completely destroyed in a bombing last year, reducing their family’s income to nothing. Before their workplaces and home were entirely destroyed, Haya and her siblings consisted of three talented programmers and one graphic designer. Haya’s youngest sister studied at the College of Architecture and is an aspiring architect. Haya’s siblings are also separated from her brother, who is currently living in Belgium. Her gofundme has raised $92,000 of $100,000, which will cover her entire family’s fees to enter Egypt (5k per person, 35k for their seven family members), passport fees ( €135 per person, €945 for seven family members), and minimum living costs (€1,700 per month, €10,200 total). This fundraiser has been vetted by operation olive branch and project watermelon.

@/momenalostaz: Momen (24) requires support for his family of ten living in Gaza. His father is battling heart disease and cannot cover medical expenses, while the children in his family are subjected to malnourishment and disease. You can read more about his family on his gofundme page, which has raised $25,000 of the $70,000 that his family requires to cover the evacuation fees as well as basic necessities living in Cairo. This fundraiser has been vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi.

@/karamrafeek: Karam (23) aspiring software engineer before his university was destroyed. Taking care of his sick mother, Karam’s gofundme has raised $13,000, which will cover evacuation fees ($5,000 per person, $10,000 total), the cost of his mother’s treatment ($3,000), the cost of completing his education ($3,000) and cost of living in Egypt ($4,000). This campaign has been vetted by @nabulsi, @rainbowywitch, and @gazagfmboost (as well as by Project Watermelon).

@/asmaayyad: Asmaa (25) and her family of eight who have been forced to evacuate their home. Their kitten, Timur, passed away due to the harsh conditions caused by the genocide. Asmaa’s brothers can no longer provide their family with income and her family has been deprived of basic necessities. Asmaa’s gofundme has only raised $24,000 of the $45,000 she needs, which will cover evacuation fees for her family ($5,000 per adult and $2,500 per child). This campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost and @aces-and-angels.

@/adham-89: Yousef’s nieces Kareem and Carmen are in need of evacuation from Gaza. Their mother was killed after their house was bombed, and their uncle Yousef is orchestrating the campaign to evacuate the twins from America. The twins, as well as Yousef’s parents and sisters, are sheltering in tents in southern Gaza. Their gofundme has raised $12,000 of the $50,000 they need, which will cover evacuation fees for all six family members. This fundraiser has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/mahmoud1995: Mahmoud, his fiancé Sujood, his brother, his sister in law and his nephew Yasser are sheltering in tents in southern Gaza after having their home bombed in November. Their gofundme has raised $17,000 of their $50,000 goal, which will cover evacuation fees so the five of them may cross the border into Egypt. This fundraiser has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/shimaashaban22: Abdel (26) and his wife Shaima (22) as well as their daughter Juri (2) have been displaced from their bombed home in northern Gaza to a refugee camp in Deir Al-Balah, where they live in a small tent. This family’s gofundme has raised $14,000 of their $25,000 goal. This campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/m0hammed1: Mohammed (23), formerly studying for a Master's in Business Administration, is responsible for his family of five; his mother Raja (51), father Hussein (58) and younger sisters Iman (18) and Noor (13). His father was injured by the bombings that struck their home, and Iman has contracted hepatitis due to unsanitary living conditions caused by the genocide. The family is displaced and sheltering in Deir al-Balah, where they suffer from disease and lack of access to food, water, and basic shelter. Their gofundme has raised $10,000 of the $25,000 they need, and has been vetted by @90-ghost and @ibtisams.

@/mohammed-atallah: Muhammad (17) was shot by an Israeli soldier with an explosive bullet on 2/25/24 whilst carrying aid from the Nabulsi roundabout in southwest Gaza. He was shot on his left hand and requires a bone graft, which he cannot get in Gaza. His father also requires constant medical supervision which is insufficient in their current situation. Muhammad’s gofundme has raised $20,000 of the $82,000 goal, which will cover the cost of his bone graft as well as rebuilding the house of Muhammad, his parents (Sobhi and Alaa) his siblings (Iman, Amani, Alaa, Suja, Rahaf, Retaj, and Ahmed) as well as his niece and nephew (Malak and Amir). This campaign is being orchestrated by Haruka Aoki on behalf of Muhammad and has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/emanzaqoutt: Eman, biotechnologist, wife of Mahmoud Zaqout (39) and mother of two children, Rakan (12) and Seba (10). Before the Israeli army attacked her workplace, Eman conducted scientific research and worked as a biotech specialist at Al-Shifa Hospital and Turkish Palestinian Friendship Hospital serving cancer patients. After having her home destroyed by the Israeli army, Eman’s family was forced to move south and is currently sheltering in a displacement camp with inhumane living conditions. Her gofundme has raised $33,000 of her $80,000 goal and has been vetted by @90-ghost.

Salem (26): Unfortunately I can’t find his tumblr account, but I still have his gofundme link. Salem is a husband to Hadeel (25) and a father of two children, Laila (5) and Bakr (five months), who you can see pictures of on his gofundme page. After having their home destroyed, Salem and his family have been displaced and forced to move over ten times in search of safety, suffering under inhumane and severely unsanitary conditions that threaten the lives of himself, his wife and young children, one of whom is an infant. His daughter Laila has been stripped of her education and they suffer from extreme hunger, dehydration and stress. His fundraiser has raised $7,000 of their $38,000 goal, which will cover the cost of travel for Salem and his wife (around $14,000 total), as well as for his two children (around $5,000 total) and cost of living after evacuation (around $500 per month).

@/mahmoudswierh2: (gofundme of the AlBalawi family) Formerly a talented graphic designer, Mahmoud is supporting his five siblings, as well as five nieces and nephews. Both of his parents are suffering from chronic health issues (detailed in his gfm description) and do not have access to the appropriate medication and care. The family’s home in Nuseirat was destroyed in a bombing and they were displaced. Moving to Egypt for their safety is their only choice, despite how painful it is to abandon their home. Mahmoud has raised $38,000 of his $50,000 goal, which will cover evacuation funds for the family (5k-8k per person).

@/ashraf-family2: Ashraf (30) and his wife (Widad Isaa) and son (Bakr), originally from Al-Shuja’iya, where Ashraf owned a chicken farm to support his family. The Israeli army destroyed the family’s home and source of income. Their son Bakr in particular is subjected to harsh and inhumane conditions such as malnutrition and dehydration, in a constant state of stress. Ashraf’s gofundme has raised $25,000 of their $30,000 goal, and has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/waseem4gaza: Waseem (34), his wife Amal (37) and their son Qais (3) have been forced by the Israeli army (who also martyred many of their family members) to evacuate their home in Gaza, and they are seeking to evacuate to Egypt. This family’s gofundme has raised $3,000 and is aiming for $15,000, which will cover evacuation fees. This campaign has been vetted by @mohammedalanqer.

@/asmaamajed2: Asmaa (19) computer engineering student has lost her home, and means of income due to her father’s shop also being destroyed by the bombing. Her university was destroyed by the Israeli army as well, so she can’t continue her education. Asmaa’s gofundme has only raised $9,000 of the $50,000 she needs to evacuate her family and continue her education. This fundraiser has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/farahh2003: Farah (20) and her family have been displaced and are currently sheltering in tents in Al-Zawaida. Her grandfather, uncle, and cousins were killed in the bombing that destroyed her home, and her grandmother was gravely injured. Formerly a computer engineering student, Farah’s education has been halted by her university’s destruction by the Israeli army. She and her family are living in inhumane conditions, without access to clean water or appropriate food. Farah’s gofundme has raised $2,000 of the $50,000 she needs to evacuate her family. This campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost, @el-shab-hussein, and @northgazaupdates.

@/abdullahgaza: Abdullah (21) and five other siblings of the Alhabil family (as well as their parents) have been displaced after having their home destroyed by the Israeli army. Formerly a graphic designer, Abdullah can no longer work as his laptop was destroyed in the bombing. Sheltering in tents with many relatives, the family suffers from poor living conditions, and Abdullah’s father desperately needs to be evacuated as he requires urgent catheterization surgery due to chronic heart disease and hypertension. Abdullah’s gofundme has raised $82,000 of his $120,000 goal, which will go towards evacuating his family into Egypt. This campaign has been vetted and is listed as #81 on the Operation Olive Branch master list.

@/ghaziyounes1967: Ghazi and his family have been evacuated to Egypt, but unfortunately his aunt Alan (70) is still stranded in northern Gaza. Ghazi’s gofundme has only raised $4,000 of his $50,000 goal, which will go towards supporting his aunt’s life while trapped in Gaza and hopefully her eventual evacuation. This campaign ahs been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/mazenmanal: This campaign is being organized by Feras Al-Mansi on behalf of his family (aunt and cousins) in Gaza, who are suffering under inhumane living conditions. The children, who are suffering the effects of serious illness, lack access to appropriate treatment, and the family needs to be evacuated. Feras’ gofundme has raised only $3,000, which amounts to just over 3% of his goal. This money will go towards not only evacuating all of his extended family members from Gaza, but also covering the medical expenses for the children, who are in poor health. It will ensure their nutritional needs are met, that they have regular medical visits and that they are psychologically supported. This campaign has been vetted by @apollos-olives, however, Feras’ account is continually getting banned for no discernible reason which is hurting the campaigns credibility and thereby slowing the rate of donations, so it’s important to emphasize and boost this campaign in particular.

@/saveyouseffamily: Youssef’s son Majd suffers from severe respiratory issues that require treatment which he cannot receive in Gaza and needs to be evacuated. Youssef, his wife and child have been forced to flee their home and are currently sheltering in a displacement camp in Rafah. Youssef’s gofundme has raised $8,000 of his $20,000 goal, which will go towards evacuating the family, covering basic cost of living and providing Majd with the necessary medical care. This campaign is #406 on the butterfly effect project spreadsheet and has also been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/rehamoyasir: Reham (23) is a Gazan nurse who was aiming for her bachelor’s, however, her university being destroyed by the Israeli army has halted her education. Her family has also been displaced and is living under inhumane conditions. Reham’s gofundme has raised $3,000 of her $40,000 goal, which will go towards the cost of evacuation for her family of eight ($5,000 per person). This fundraiser has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/anqar: Abdelrahman (22) is pursuing a future in multimedia tech to support his mother. His father passed away due to COVID-19 when he was 18. Abdelrahman’s home, school, and job were destroyed by the bombings and he has been separated from his family, who have been forced to move south for their safety. This gofundme has raised $17,000 of their $20,000 goal, which will go towards relocating his family to a safe place and resuming Abdelrahman’s education. This campaign has been vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @90-ghost.

@/ahmeadhilles: Ahmed and his family are currently sheltering in tents in an UNRWA school after having their home destroyed by the bombings. The conditions that they live under are inhumane and unsanitary. His father and son suffer from chronic health issues and lack access to appropriate care in Gaza. Ahmed’s gofundme has raised only $13,000 of his $80,000 goal, which will cover evacuation fees for his family of twenty ($5,000 per adult, $2,500 per child). This campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/karemandohan1999: Kariman (25) teacher and wife of Ayman (30) business administration graduate employed as a fisherman due to conditions in Gaza. Their son, Hamoud, is one and a half years old. The family lives in Khan Yunis, where both their places of work have been damaged by bombings. After having been displaced several times, the family is currently sheltering in a tent where conditions are uncomfortable and inhumane. Hamoud is often sick because of the unsanitary environment and contaminated food/water. The family’s gofundme has only raised $7,000 of their $50,000 goal, and has been vetted by @90-ghost. They write; “It can be difficult to express the full picture of our suffering - words are inadequate.”

@/mo-shamia: Mohammed, senior studying medicine in Gaza prior to his evacuation. His family of nine still remains in Gaza where their home has been destroyed and they are victim to the harsh climate and unsuitable conditions. Thankfully, due to donations Mohammed’s father was able to pay off his debts and provide food for their relatives (see photos on gfm), but Mohammed’s gofundme still needs to raise $8,000. This will go towards the cost of basic necessities (food and medication), for their relatives in Egypt (Mohammed, his cousins, brother in law and their kids), and Mohammed’s education (tuition costs around $3,000 for Palestinian expatriate students). This campaign has been vetted by @nabulsi and @el-shab-hussein and is listed as #7 on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List, organized by the users mentioned.

@/hazemsuhail: Hazem and his family (all of whom you can read about on his gofundme) of eight had their house destroyed by the Israeli army on the ninth of October, 2023. Hazem’s father passed away as a result of harsh conditions under the genocide. His brother, Samer, suffers from bipolar disorder that is exacerbated by the stressful conditions of genocide and his lack of medication. His feet were also injured in the initial bombing of their home. The children have had their safety, education, and joy stripped away. The market belonging to the family, their primary source of income, was also destroyed. Hazem’s gofundme has raised almost $5,000; his goal of $50,000 will cover the cost of evacuating and reestablishing the family in Egypt, where their life may resume in peace. This campaign has been verified as per the lists of @dlxxv-vetted-donations and @a-shade-of-blue. Hazem writes, “[your donation exemplifies] a shared belief in the sanctity of life and the right to a safe and peaceful existence”.

@/waledps: Waled (34) engineer and father of three (Adam, Hala, Nay) is looking to evacuate his family. He was born in Gaza and the conditions under genocide have become insufferable, hence he is raising funds to evacuate his children to somewhere safe for them. You can donate to Waled either on buymeacoffee or paypal. His campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost.

@/majedgaza1: Majed and his family were forced to flee to Egypt, physically and emotionally scarred from what they witnessed happen to their home. The genocide has halted their eldest’s employment and youngest’s education. The family is now raising funds to cover basic necessities and rent in Egypt, which has increased dramatically, making it difficult to find stable housing. The children also need support to continue their education, and their tuition is also very expensive. The family’s gofundme has raised only $2,000 of their $70,000 goal (DISCLAIMER: as of present this campaign is not vetted and Majed is having difficulty getting verified due to his being an expatriate. Although I have probable cause to believe this campaign is legit, I'm not qualified to vet fundraisers. Donate at your own discretion.)

@/ayayassir: Aya (19) tech major in Gaza before her education was halted by the Israeli army destroying her university. Her laptop and means of income were also destroyed in the carnage. Her father (55) provides most of their basic necessities, but he is sick and requires care that is inaccessible to him. Aya’s campaign has only raised a startling $500 of her $100,000 goal, which will cover evacuation fees and help rebuild her family’s life (Aya, her father, brothers, and eight other individuals). You can donate to her gofundme to support this endeavor, which has been verified by @90-ghost, @el-shab-hussein, and @importantt-reblogs.

@/amalashuor: Amal (26) formerly a university student studying French language before her school was destroyed by the Israeli occupation, wife and mother of Maryam (15 months). The family was forced to vacate their home in October and move south. Although they took temporary refuge in a friend’s home, they had been sheltering in a tent in Rafah since new years. Thanks to donations, they were able to move to Khan Yunis, however they were bombed there as well and forced to flee once again, sheltering in the east of Deir al-Balah. Prices have increased dramatically for transportation and basic necessities, detracting from the fund that will cover the family’s evacuation. For this reason, they’ve been forced to increase their fundraiser’s goal. Every time they are forced to relocate, it takes a percentage of their evacuation fund. Amal’s gofundme still needs to raise $18,000 to pay for necessities and eventually to cross the border. This campaign has been vetted and is listed as #175 on the donation spreadsheet.

@/yaminfamily: Ahmed (35) husband of Dina and father of four (Zeina, Eileen, Yamen, and Ronza), the youngest of whom was born just four months ago amidst a genocide. Their home was destroyed by the bombings and they were forced to flee south, where they found no respite in either Nuseirat nor Deir al-Balah. Dina is pregnant and does not have access to appropriate care or monitoring, and the children have become ill frequently due to unsanitary and harsh conditions without the necessary treatments. The conditions living in tents are inhumane, and the family no longer has a source of income due to Ahmed’s place of work as an accountant being destroyed by the bombings. The family’s gofundme still needs to raise $4,000 more, which will go towards evacuation fees ($5000 per adult and $2500 per child), so Ahmed and Dina’s children can receive the education, treatment, and safety that they deserve. This campaign has been vetted by @sar-soor, @palipunk, and @fairuzfan.

@/malak-3: Muhammad is Malak’s little brother, whom Malak is organizing this campaign for. He is still in Gaza, though his family was killed by the Israeli occupation. His foot was injured in the bombings, and his eyesight suffers. He was scheduled for ocular surgery in Egypt, however he doesn’t have the funds to cross the border and his eyesight is deteriorating. This gofundme has raised less than $100 at the time of posting. DISCLAIMER: this campaign has not been vetted by any reputable source. Malak contacted me and I am posting this in good faith, but I am not qualified to vet fundraisers. Donate at your own discretion.

@/help--gaza4: Anas (18) university student living with his brother, younger sister, and parents. They have lost their home in the Shuja'iya area and source of income to the bombings. They have been forced to relocate many times, first to the Zawaydeh area and then to Deir al-Balah. They spent two months sheltering in Rafah, where conditions were the most dire and endured extreme hunger. The family has been once again forcibly relocated to Deir al-Balah. This gofundme still needs to raise $5,000, and has been vetted by @nabulsi.

@/mayadayyad81: Fadi (18) and his family from Al-Shujaiya have had their home destroyed by the Israeli army. They have moved south and are sheltering in a tent where they are not only vulnerable to bombings, but their living conditions are inhumane and unsanitary. As a highschooler, Fadi and his brothers have also been denied their education in the midst of this genocide and are seeking to take temporary refuge in Egypt where they may continue to pursue their dreams. Their father, an English teacher, is also no longer able to teach due to his institution being bombed (see pictures on Fadi’s page) and the family has lost their source of income. You can see pictures of the children in the family’s gofundme description. This campaign still needs to raise $12,000 to reach their $50,000 goal, which will go towards their evacuation fees ($5000 per person over 16 and $2500 per person under 16) and covering basic necessities. This campaign has been vetted by @nabulsi.

@/bshaeromars-blog: Intisar and her seven children were forced to flee their home in October, which was destroyed by bombings. They first fled to central Gaza, but were then forced into Rafah as the assaults pressed southward. They are currently sheltering in a tent in extreme conditions without enough food. Intisar’s eldest daughter, Bshaer, had her husband martyred in December. Bshaer’s daughter Ayla was born just months ago, robbed of the opportunity to ever know her father, who was killed while trying to provide for his family. Ayla’s situation is particularly precarious, as newborns have delicate immune systems and Ayla doesn’t have access to the proper vaccinations, while conditions where the family shelters are unsanitary. This family’s gofundme still needs to raise $24,000 to reach their goal. This campaign has been vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi.

@/mohmad77: Mohamed (minor) and his little brother Ahmed (see pictures on his page) have lost their home and had many of their relatives martyred by the Israeli occupation. Their gofundme is very new and has received less than $100 in donations. DISCLAIMER: this campaign is currently unvetted. Mohamed has sent me his documentation and I have probable cause to believe this campaign is legitimate, but as I’ve said before I am not qualified to vet fundraisers. I’m adding his campaign in good faith, donate at your own discretion.

@/ghada-zaki: Ghada (23) won first place in the International Green Skills Competition from the EU Training Foundation, and is one of the first technicians in photovoltaic solar energy systems in Gaza. She is one of the most influential women in Palestine, but she has had her home and the privilege of graduation stolen from her by the Israeli occupation. Her dreams of starting a business in renewable energy have been put off by all the carnage that Israel has brought to her home. Ghada is the sole provider for a family of twelve, but the genocide has destroyed her job, meaning her family has no income. Her father (62) is still suffering from the effects of a car accident that occurred over a year ago and needs medical treatment that he can’t get in Gaza. Moreover, Ghada herself has hearing damage from her proximity to the bombings and requires invasive treatment that she simply can’t get in her circumstance. Her gofundme still needs to raise $17,000 to meet their goal, which will go towards basic necessities and hopefully cover evacuation fees for Ghada and her family. You can read about Ghada’s influence and accomplishments here and here. This campaign has been vetted by Bilal.

@/ahmadallouh32: Ahmad (34), father of two; Orhan (5) and Helena (4). Ahmad and his wife are both lawyers, however, they are unable to work due to the genocide; their home has been destroyed by the bombings that also killed Ahmad's brother, forcing them to relocate. They are sheltering in a tent and they struggle to support the children, as well as Ahmad’s father in law, who needs insulin urgently. This family’s gofundme is being organized by Ahmed’s sister in law, Kawthar, who is currently located in Spain. All funds generated from this fundraiser will go towards the family’s evacuation fees after the Rafah crossing is opened, so they may be safe again. They have currently raised less than $2,000 of their $50,000 goal. This campaign has been vetted by @el-shab-hussein.

@/anasfamilys: Anas (17) suffering from type one diabetes and hypertension for many years, her health issues exacerbated by conditions in Gaza under Israeli bombardment. Her newborn niece is jaundiced and is suffering from malnutrition and unsanitary conditions for an infant. They have been sheltering in an UNRWA school since their farm was destroyed, however, it’s not a safe place to take refuge in the long term. Anas’ brother, grandparents, and all their children have been martyred by the IDF. Her brother (14), an aspiring photographer, was murdered by Israeli snipers just months ago while looking for food. Anas currently lives with her father, mother, five-year-old brother, eight-year-old sister, and two married sisters. This family’s gofundme has raised around 4% of their goal (€50.000), which will cover life saving necessities and hopefully help to rebuild their lives. DISCLAIMER: this campaign has been vetted by palilberation on tiktok and is listed as #25, however, I haven’t heard confirmation of the reliability of this project. Donate at your own discretion.

@/supportmyfamily: Ahmed, dental technician, husband and father of three. The family has been displaced many times from their home in Tel-Alhawa; first to a school in al-Magazi, then to Rafah and then to Deir al-Balah. The family is sheltering in tents without access to basic necessities, electricity, and sanitation. The intense heat has caused them to develop health issues and they struggle with hepatitis B as well, given the unsanitary conditions. Ahmed’s campaign is to support four separate families including his own, those of Moatasem’s family, Mohamed, and Ahmed’s elderly parents and their eight children. Ahmed’s parents both suffer from cardiac issues and require treatment, as well as his newphew Qusay who suffers from severe and prolonged health issues that affect his ability to speak. He requires speech therapy and psychological treatment that he does not have access to in Gaza. You can see documentation of the family on Ahmed’s gofundme, which has raised less than $100 thus far. This campaign has been vetted by @moayesh.

@/hind3en: Hind, mother to Zeina (4) and Ahmed (2) has fled to Egypt with her children but tragically still needs to evacuate her husband, who is still trapped in Gaza. Both Hind and her husband worked at Al-Shifa hospital, where she was a physical therapist and worked in the ICU during the fall of last year to help victims of the bombings. Her husband, Dr. Islam, is a trained plastic surgeon and also operated on many victims. They were forced to flee the hospital on November 10th to the south of Wadi Gaza. It took hours to arrive at an UNRWA school in Khan Yunis, however, they were forced by the Israeli army to relocate again after just one month. They sheltered in tents in Rafah for four months. They dealt with hepatitis A due to unsanitary conditions and lacked access to basic necessities such as clean water, food, and electricity. Hind and the kids were eventually forced to spend all their savings to cross the border from Rafah into Egypt after hearing of the Israeli’s plans to move southward. The emigration cost them $10,000 collectively, however, Hind’s husband Islam refused to leave out of obligation to serve the injured still in Gaza. The children are left to reconcile with the loss of their newly built home and cruel separation from their father. The family’s gofundme has raised less than $500 and has been verified by @rhq2744, who also knows Dr. Islam personally.

@/waledps: Waled (34) an engineer and father of three (Adam, Hla, Nay). He is looking to evacuate himself and his children from the inhumane conditions in Gaza, in his hometown. His wife is also expecting, and they are struggling to cover her financial needs with the delivery date approaching. You can donate to Waled on his buymeacoffee or paypal; this campaign is vetted by @90-ghost.

@/aymanbsil: Osama, Gazan web developer, has had his home and workplace destroyed by the Israeli armed assaults that have occurred over the past year. This has destroyed his source of income and thereby his ability to provide for his family. It has also prevented him from pursuing his masters and martyred many people in his family and larger community. Osama has been sheltering in a tent in Rafah for several months alongside his family, where conditions are harsh and unsustainable. Osama’s gofundme has thus far raised $2,000 of his $15,000 goal, which will go towards rebuilding his office, his continued education, and supporting his family throughout this hardship. This campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost and is listed on this spreadsheet of vetted Gazan fundraisers.

@/safaabed8: Safaa (25) wife and mother of two (Ibtisam and Ibrahim). Originally from al-Karama, Safaa’s home was destroyed and the family was forced to relocate to Nuseirat, where they sheltered in a tent for a time. They took temporary refuge in Rafah, but were inevitably displaced once again. Since they have lost power, they have converted electric ovens into wood ovens just to heat bread. Their lungs are damaged from the excessive smoke, and they are forced to burn their hands just to be able to eat. The destruction of their home, assuring that they may never return to where it once stood, incurs a feeling of indescribable loss. It represents the loss of a peaceful life, before tragedy overtook the lives of millions of Palestinians, more than just a physical place. Safaa’s gofundme still needs to raise $60,000 to cover their evacuation fees as well as rent and other expenses after the family’s relocation, so the children may grow up in a place of safety and peace. This campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost and @nabulsi.

@/shamiamja: Jamal and his wife (62) have been separated across the Egyptian border since Mufida went for eye surgery. Jamal suffers from diabetes as well as a blood clot triggered by injuries he suffered due to the genocide (provided photo evidence as well as documentation of this on his blog). The couples’ son Mohammed is organizing the gofundme aiming to raise $50,000 in order to evacuate his father (staying in the Mawasi area of Khan Younis after being displaced for the seventh time) and reunite him with his wife in Egypt. This campaign has been vetted by @90_ghost and is listed as #82 on the GazaVetters spreadsheet.

@/mohmmed88: Mohammed (29) and Roaa (23), parents of Nawal (“Nana”, 3) have been displaced and have taken residence in tents on the coast. Roaa was in her last semester of university before the occupation halted her education last year. Roaa’s sister and her children were killed in the violent bombings. The family is seeking to raise ~26,000 USD via their gofundme to cover their evacuation fees as well as basic necessities. Their campaign is being organized remotely. At the time of posting they are unvetted, though the photos on their blog and campaign page come up clean, and they have been very open and communicative about their difficulties obtaining verification status. Donate at your own discretion.

@/alaakhateeb2024: Alaa and her family of four have been displaced for several months. Both her and her husband lost their jobs due to the occupation (she was formerly an engineer), and have since had no steady source of income. Their youngest daughter is two years old (see photos on their gofundme). They are struggling to support the needs of their children and are seeking to raise ~73,000 USD in order to provide for them. Disclaimer: Alaa’s blog claims that they are vetted, but I’m not sure by what spreadsheet or vetter. Donate at your own discretion.

@/hebamatarsblog: Heba is a mother of three whose husband is working abroad in Kuwait. Her youngest son Amir is suffering from a skin condition that has been worsened by the unclean water and lack of access to medicine under the Israeli occupation. Heba aims to raise $30,000 in order to cover basic expenses for her childrens’ wellbeing as well as to eventually reunite the family with their father. Her gofundme is being organized remotely by Ashika Jaffar in Quebec, who is transferring the funds to Heba via Paypal. At the time of posting this campaign is not yet verified, however there is an excess of seemingly legitimate photo evidence on her blog and in her campaign description. Donate at your own discretion.

@/besan-18: Bisan (22) is raising money alongside her brother to fund the evacuation of her entire family (several siblings, two nieces and a nephew). Bisan was studying to become a nurse before the occupation deprived her of her education. Both of her nieces as well as her father are deprived of the medical care that they require. Her entire family is suffering from malnutrition, as the price of food in Gaza has skyrocketed immensely, and Bisan cannot afford to finance her entire family’s needs. She was also recently hospitalized for malnutrition, which has put further strain on the family’s financial situation. Her gofundme has raised just over half of the $8,000 she aims to reach to support her family. This campaign has been vetted by @90_ghost on Bisan’s old account.

@/mohamednaser1995: Mohammed (28) has been displaced more than ten times and has seen his entire family murdered by the Israeli army. He is suffering under the harsh conditions imposed by the occupation and is no longer able to pursue his career goals after graduating university. His gofundme has raised less than $500 of the $10,000 he means to raise, half of which will go towards his basic necessities for survival, the other half covering his evacuation fee. This campaign is being organized by Darius from California on behalf of Mohammed, who will be transferring the money raised by SWIFT. Darius is also managing several other Palestinian fundraisers. This campaign has been vetted by @90_ghost.

@/yousef1234567: Etaf (34) is a wife to Youssef Esleem (38) and mother of five, who have been displaced for over 200 days. The family fled to Deir al-Balah after their home was destroyed, though they still are living under constant threat. Youssef’s business and car were destroyed by the bombings, leaving the family stranded without a source of income. The parents’ sons Moataz and Moatasem have been deprived of their cherished education. The youngest children, Maria (7), Adam (4) and Amira (3) have been deprived of the former joys of their childhood. Etaf’s gofundme has raised less than 4% of the $100,000 she intends to raise, which will go towards rent, basic needs, educational support for the children, medical care, and her husband’s work. This campaign has been vetted and is listed as #88 on the GazaVetters spreadsheet.

@/haithem-2: Iman and her family have been displaced seven times over the last eleven months and had her home destroyed by the Israeli occupation. They are currently taking shelter in a tent. Her mother and father’s evacuation in particular are urgent because of their deteriorating health issues (hypertension and anemia), which have gone untreated under the harsh conditions of genocide. Iman’s brother Mahmoud was martyred by Israel in 2014, and his child Haitham (12) has been raised by Iman since. Her gofundme aims to raise ~19,000 USD, which will cover the costs of basic necessities as well as the evacuation fees for herself, Haitham, and her parents. This campaign has been vetted by @90_ghost.

@/drdarine: Darine (20) provides for her family of seven and volunteers to help kids in UNRWA schools who need medical care (see pictures on her gofundme). She was a third year medical student at al-Azhar university in Gaza before the occupation prevented her from completing her education. She still needs to raise $25,000 to provide for herself and her family. This campaign is being organized by Enase Zagoot remotely, who will use the funds to help her cousin Darine. This campaign has been vetted and is listed as #15 on the GazaVetters spreadsheet.

@/ahmedomar3: Ahmed al-Habil is a father of four; Omar (10), Khadija (9), Ali (6) and Zain (3). He also takes care of his elderly father (72) and mother (70) who suffer from osteoporosis and diabetes/hypertension/spinal issues, respectively. Ahmed was a fisherman before his boat was destroyed by the bombings, depriving the family of income. They have been displaced over five times, having fled from Gaza to Nuseirat, Khan Younis, an UNRWA school, Rafah and now are sheltering in a tent in Deir al-Balah. Ahmed’s gofundme still needs to raise ~$50,000 to fund his family’s survival and to assist in rebuilding their lives. This campaign has been vetted by association (@aya2mohammed is his brother, who was vetted by @el-shab-husssein and @nabulsi. See photo evidence on his blog).

@/abooooods-blog: Heba (21) is a mother of three (Lulu, Celine, and Ismail). She was studying health administration and was unable to graduate and be certified due to the occupation. Her daughter Celine suffers from chronic thalassemia, and requires treatment that she cannot receive under the family’s conditions. Ismail is in first grade and has been deprived of both his childhood and education due to the occupation. Heba’s gofundme is still aiming to raise ~$40,000 in order to support her family. This campaign has been vetted by association (@safaabed8). Donate at your own discretion.

@/hamza-gaza: Hamza is aiming to raise $100,000 via his gofundme to support his family of seven (see pictures on his blog), including his elderly father and young sister (Leen) both of whom are in fragile health and lack appropriate care. Their car and five story home were both destroyed in the bombings. This campaign has been vetted and is listed as #91 on the GazaVetters spreadsheet.

@/osamafamily: Gazan web dev Osama is aiming to raise ~16,000 USD to rebuild his life and pursue his masters, despite being displaced and having his passionate work be impeded by harsh conditions, to which internet access is imperative. Donations to his gofundme will also go towards supporting his brother. This campaign has been vetted by @90_ghost and is listed as #146 on the GazaVetters spreadsheet.

@/mahmodsy1: Mahmoud (21) is currently displaced in Deir al-Balah after his home in Khan Yunis was destroyed by the bombings. Prior to last year, he was pursuing a degree in Information Technology at Gaza university, before the genocide impeded his education by taking from him both his school and computer. Mahmoud is aiming to raise $25,000 via his gofundme, which will go towards not only his continued education but supporting his sick father and brother, and eventually, rebuilding their home in Khan Yunis. This campaign is being organized by Renee Hassert; it has been vetted by @90_ghost, and is listed as #63 on the GazaVetters spreadsheet.

I don’t have his Tumblr because I received this ask anonymously. Mohammed (23) is a Gazan student of Information Technology aiming to rebuild his family’s home in Khan Yunis after it was destroyed by IDF bombings. The $25,000 he aims to raise with his gofundme will contribute to both this effort and hold over his family’s basic needs in the meantime. This campaign is being organized by Darius Rudominer from California on behalf of Mohammed, who will be transferring the money raised by SWIFT. Darius is also managing several other Palestinian fundraisers. This campaign has also been vetted by @90_ghost, the global mutual aid collective, and is listed as #225 on the fundraiser sheet vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi.

@/hashimsamar: Hashem (32) and his wife Samar (27) are part of a large family of eight (see details on their gofundme description) the parents of a beautiful son, Omar. The family was displaced from their home in the north in October of last year. Hashem’s brothers’ supermarket was the family’s primary source of income, before it was destroyed by the bombings. His father has unfortunately passed away after the family was displaced to Rafah in an inhumane fashion due to lack of access to appropriate care. Hashem and Samar are currently sheltering in a tent after having been forced by the IDF to relocate several times, and mourn the loss of their home. Samar gave birth to Omar, their first child, in February of this year. Omar was born premature, and his health issues combined with the poor living conditions has caused him to suffer and be hospitalized for pneumonia. The poor quality of available diapers has also caused him a skin rash. Hashem’s gofundme aims to raise ~50,000 USD to support and evacuate himself, Samar, and Omar. This campaign has been vetted by @90_ghost, and is on the Gaza Evacuation Funds List (organized by @el-sheb-hussein and @nabulsi).

@/abedallhferwanagaza: Ola, mother of three (Yamen, Qusai, Mira) has been separated from her husband in Egypt for over a year. The family has been displaced from their home in northern Gaza and eight times since. Mira (ten months), was born during the genocide, and has yet to meet her father. She has lived her entire short life under the stress of airstrikes, her beautiful room and clothes destroyed in the rubble of her home. Yaman (7) and Qusai (5) have been deprived of their education, which they so adored, as well as the comfort of their father. The entire family was hospitalized for liver dysfunction as a result of malnutrition and impure water. Ola aims to raise ~40,000 USD via her gofundme, which will go towards her childrens’ needs (food, diapers, milk) and cover the evacuation fees for the four of them so they may be reunited with Ola’s husband and their father. As far as I’m aware, this campaign remains unvetted. See photo evidence on the gofundme description and blog, which seem legitimate. Always donate at your own discretion.

@/rabahmonis: Rabah from Khan Yunis is aiming to raise $41,300 via his gofundme for his family of eight. His father, Monis, is a cancer patient (see documentation on their blog) and is unable to provide for the family. His mother is also sick with Polio and requires treatment. The money raised will take care of Rabah’s parents, and eventually cover evacuation fees for the entire family. This campaign is being organized by Darius Rudominer from California on behalf of Rabah, who will be transferring the money raised by SWIFT. Darius is also managing several other Palestinian fundraisers. This campaign has been vetted by @90_ghost.

@/help-mona: Mohammed (30) is a father to Mona (5) and is aiming to raise ~200,000 USD via his gofundme to support his large family, including Mona, who is suffering from sebaceous cysts on her eyes. Mohammed’s sister is also suffering from hepatitis, and it becomes increasingly expensive to afford clean water in Gaza, making the daily cost of living nearly insurmountable. The donations will cover the entire family’s evacuation fees, as well as their basic living expenses until they can secure jobs in Egypt. This campaign has been vetted by @90_ghost.

@/familygazaamal: Amal, her mother Shaima, and siblings (Magdy and Abdel) have been separated from their father in Egypt and displaced more than six times since last year. Abdel is the youngest (8) and has been deprived of his primary education by the genocide. Amal’s nephew (see pictures in gofundme description) is newborn and requires treatment in Egypt for his nerve damage. This campaign is being organized by Brooke Cole on behalf of Amal and her family. It aims to raise $30,000 to evacuate Amal’s entire family. This campaign has been vetted by association (see confirmatory messages on their blog) and belongs to @asmaamajed2’s brother.

@/ahmadmoneer: Ahmad (33) husband to Heba (27) and father of four, Qusai (12), Jouri (7), Mohammed (4), and Adam (9 months). The family has been displaced and were forced to flee south, and are now homeless. Ahmad is a survivor of the Baptist Hospital massacre last year, and is suffering from the psychological ramifications of the horror he witnessed. His gofundme aims to raise $30,000, which will go towards basic necessities and medical care for the couple and their children. This campaign has been vetted by @90_ghost.

@/enas225: Inas, wife and mother of five. Her husband was injured severely and requires lung surgery urgently. Her son Musab aims to pursue engineering, but has been prevented from seeking education above a high school level due to the genocide. Her young daughter Rimas was hospitalized due to malnutrition, and having lost her father to the genocide, Inas has become the sole provider for her family. Inas aims to raise ~27,000 USD to provide for her husband and children. This campaign has been vetted and is listed as #124 on the GazaVetters spreadsheet.

@/free-gaza2: Doaa attended Palestine Technical College in Deir al-Balah for fashion design (see pictures of her projects on her blog/gofundme). Her workshop and business were destroyed last year, forcing her to leave Gaza with her autistic son and the help of a friend, leaving her husband behind. She is now attempting to rebuild her business in Egypt to support her family, and is raising $12,000 to assist in this effort. This campaign is being organized by Allison Prater, and has been verified by @90_ghost.

@/nabila6: Nabila (64), grandmother and mother of seven. She suffers from diabetes and hypertension, and is suffering due to lack of medical care (read her message in English and Arabic on her gofundme) She aims to raise $10,000 to pay for her medical visits, insulin, transport, and Egyptian border crossing. This campaign is being organized by Eben Taylor on behalf of Nabila’s daughter, and has been verified by @90_ghost.

@/mhammedmosa37: Muhammed (26) husband and father, aims to raise $20,000 to provide for his wife and newborn (see photos in gofundme description). The couple was displaced just months before their first child was born, brought into the world under the terror of genocide. The cost of basic necessities for a newborn (diapers, formula) has increased significantly and become unsustainable for the family. This campaign is being organized by Alicia Parker; Muhammed has been vetted by @90_ghost on his other account (@mhammedmosa).

@/ameertaims: Mohammed and Rana are the parents of Ameer (3) and Taim (2) (see pictures in the gofundme description). The family’s home was bombed on December first of last year, destroying their house and injuring the four of them. They are living under poor conditions and sheltering in a tent; the children have been stripped of their education and community, and are at constant risk for contracting diseases due to the family’s unsanitary living conditions and risk of malnutrition. They aim to raise ~19,000 USD, which will cover the cost of their evacuation fees as well as $5,000 for their basic needs prior and upon entry to Egypt. The campaign is being organized by Shahd Kafafi, who will transfer the funds to Mohammed via Western Union. This campaign has been verified and is listed as #59 on the GazaVetters spreadsheet.

@/safaakhatib: Safaa is a photographer, and her husband Muhammed is a photojournalist who survived a severe head injury while documenting the genocide in Gaza. They have two children, Wateen (7) and Naya (4). They suffered from gastroenteritis and have lost their access to healthcare and education. The couple aims to raise ~38,000 USD via their gofundme, which will go towards the family’s basic needs (food, clothing, hygiene products), educational materials for the children, and equipment for Safaa to continue her work. This campaign is being organized by Pegah Ferydoni, and is listed as #135 on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List (organized by @/el-sheb-hussein and @/nabulsi).

@/rashamansour: Rasha (29) Gazan physiotherapist, and her brother (a programmer) are struggling to provide for their elderly parents after having lost their jobs due to the genocide. Their parents, Sanaa (65) and Mansour (75) are at especially high risk for contracting disease. Both Rasha’s brother Feras (23) and journalist sister Mead (26) have been impeded from working due to having their equipment destroyed by the bombings. Having the infrastructure in their area destroyed, the family has lost access to basic necessities such as electricity and clean water. Rasha’s gofundme aims to raise $40,000, which will cover their evacuation fees, food and other necessities once they arrive in Egypt, and the installation of solar energy to aid them in producing their own food and clean water in the meantime. This campaign has been vetted by @/90-ghost.

@/rewaa08: Rewaa, mother of four, the youngest of whom was born less than a year ago after the family was displaced. Her four year old has also suffered gastrointestinal issues due to lack of access to appropriate healthcare. Her older children (see photos in gofundme description) have also been inhibited from pursuing the sports they love, such as football and swimming. The family’s dog is also sick, and they are sometimes forced to go without food to take care of her. Rewaa aims to raise $50,000 to provide for her children; her campaign has been vetted by @/gaza-evacuation-funds.

#free palestine #save gaza #don't stop talking about palestine #🇵🇸#all eyes on palestine #🍉#end the occupation #end the genocide #fundraiser #donate #gofundme

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ginevrapng · 1 year ago

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you're alone with james in his room, lying in his bed and playing with his hair while he's laying his head on you. you've always loved playing with his hair and he's always loved you playing with it, he finds it relaxing and his hair is so silky and soft.

one of the many perks of him being head boy is that he has a separate room so he doesn't have to dorm with people anymore. he doesn't think there's a problem with sharing a room with his friends but when you used to come up to his room to spend time with him someone else would always be there talking to you, stealing your attention. he could handle when remus or sirius brought people back for the night with simple silencing charms and closing of the curtains but it was a different story when he wanted to see only you and instead you included everyone in the conversations you were having, you might have even ended up on one of the others bed. he wanted you all to himself. now that he's head boy he's gotten his wish and he gets all your attention.

james is so comfortable he could fall asleep. with the combination of you playing with his messy hair, him getting to feel your warmth and your cute squishy tummy underneath his head, he's in heaven. there's no place he'd rather be than with you.

you can tell that james is close to falling asleep due to him starting to talk less and when he does he does it languidly. "mmph, you're so comfy and soft."

you giggle at that, " 'm glad to hear it jamie. y'know if you end up falling asleep i'll do the same."

as you say that you hear sirius swinging the door open, followed by remus and peter. james grumbles at the noise and turns his head away from the door so he's laying with his cheek pressed up against you and nuzzles you. "you should of knocked sirius," remus scolds him.

"oh, give over. it's not like they were doing anything," sirius retorts.

james grabs hold of your waist tightly, silently wishing for them to leave and him to be able to continue nearly falling asleep on you. "yeah sirius, next time knock." james' heart beats quickly and his breathing hitches. is this a confession? "we could of been talking shit about you or conspiring against you." james wants to feel let down that it's not a confession about how you might have been together in ways that would constitute a silencing charm and closing of curtains, but he can't, you're so cute, just so very you, he laughs and true smile appears on his face, where his eyes crinkle at the corners with cheeks raised high.

"you may have forgotten prongs, because obviously i so rudely interrupted you, but we've got a prank planned with snivellus right now," sirius looks at you both and smirks.

"i thought you've been more careful with your pranks recently guys. why are you pranking snape?" you sit up and look at them all.

"because, my dear, snivellus deserves it," sirius replies leaning against the wall. james narrows his eyes at the term of endearment sirius called you, it went unnoticed by you but sirius noticed and smirked again.

you roll your eyes at 'snivellus deserves it', snape always deserves it but james said he'd try and be more careful this year since he's been appointed head boy and remus is a prefect as well. they said if they're going to be pulling anymore pranks they'll be more discrete but you don't think it will be discrete with the way sirius is talking.

"it was james' idea actually," remus adds on.

james sits up and he comes to his own defence quickly, "he a thousand percent deserves it this time."

you cross your arms and look at him annoyance, "you're not going to tell me why this time are you?"

"no, but you'll have to believe me on this." you grab hold of his arm and pout before dramatically falling back on the bed. james grins again as he takes that as a yes and pulls you back up. "are you gonna stay here until after 'm back?"

you shake your head and shuffle closer to him, " it's getting late jamie, i'm going back to m' dorm."

he thought you'd say that but he also had hoped that you'd stay and he'd come back with you asleep in his bed. "alright love, see you tomorrow morning?"

you nod you head and kiss his cheek before getting up, "night everyone, night jamie. please try not to get into any trouble tonight."

"can't make any promises," sirius tells you before remus whacks his arm.

"we'll be fine," peter reassures you.

"yeah, i'll keep everyone in check," remus tells you.

they successfully carried out their prank that night without getting caught. that morning you see snape with bright pink hair and the marauders grinning brightly. james grins the most, payback for calling my best friend someone you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot broomstick when rosier asked if you liked her and were friends. like she'd ever, EVER want to be friends with you, like she'd ever, EVER even tolerate you.

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babyfrogz · 3 months ago

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Fundraisers for Gaza

The following are all people who have reached out to me to share their stories and their campaigns. Please, if you can spare anything, any of them could really use your support.

Asmaa Ayyad @asmaayyad - Asmaa is hoping to help her family of eight escape Gaza and has been verified. They’re currently at €11,034/€45,000 and the GFM can be found here.

Mohammed Hussein Ismaeel @m8hammed - Mohammed has already had his blog deleted by staff once, but remains persistent in helping his family evacuate to Egypt. His campaign was verified by ibtisams before they deleted and is currently at €9,666/€25,000.

Bshaer, Ayla & Family @bshaeromars-blog - Bshaer was newly married when the genocide began and has lost her husband, who her newborn daughter never got to meet. Reem, a family member, is sharing her mother's words in their GFM Campaign -- please don't assume it's a scam because of the different names, their campaign has been vetted and can be found on line #231 on el-shab-hussein's list of verified fundraisers. $14,811/$40,000

Ahmed AbuOmar @ahmedabuomar - Ahmed is trying to evacuate himself, his wife, and his three young boys. His campaign has been verified here and is at €2,444/€30,000, less than 1/10th of the way to the amount needed.

Abd Alhadi Aburas @abdalhadiaburas - Abd is asking for help getting basic necessities as well as rebuilding a better future for himself and his family. His GFM has been verified and is only at $3,513/$65,000 CAD.

Imtithal & Family @d-imtthal - Imtithal is raising funds to evacuate her family, mostly young children, from Gaza. Her campaign is new and unvetted as of yet, but the images are original and donations to her GFM are protected, so please don't let that dissuade you from donating. Currently the campaign is at €3,302/€50,000.

Mohiy @mohiy-gaza - This is Mohiy's second account since his first one was deleted, he is raising funds to leave Gaza after much deliberation. He is Wafa's (@/wafaaresh) brother, verified here and by 90-ghost here. The GFM for him is currently at $18,017/$31,000 which is a little over halfway to the goal!

Nour & Family @noorabd1992 - Nour is a family friend of Wafa and Mohi's (check here) and has recently made a Tumblr account seeking help for his family, made up of him, his wife, and his two children, one of whom is a new baby. His GFM is at $8,500/$45,000 and can be found here.

Omar, Jody & Family @omargaze / @jody-family - Omar is another friend of Mohiy's, trying to help his lovely family escape the violence in Gaza. His campaign is verified and is currently at £4,604/£20,000.

Mahmoud Alkhaldi @mahmoud1995 / @mahmoud-1995 (both accounts link to the same GFM)- Mahmoud is trying to evacuate five family members including his wife, his younger brother and his wife, and his little nephew. His campaign was reblogged by 90-ghost and can be found here at $11,611/$50,000.

Mohammad Abujubara @mohammadabujbara - Mohammad is trying to evacuate his family to build them a better future. His campaign has yet to be verified but donations are protected and there is no duplicity in his words or photographs, so please use your discretion and donate if you can. $5,155/$150,000 CAD

Samer Abu Ras @samerpal - Samer's first account was unfairly deleted, but he remains persistent in helping his family, which consists of his wife and his three kids. His campaign is #196 on the list of verified fundraisers. Please note that $1 USD is about kr10 (ten Swedish krona) and his campaign is at 122,649/450,000 SEK.

Thaer Qanoo @savethaerfamily - Thaer is trying to evacuate with his wife and small daughter to Egypt. His account and campaign are new but have been shared by @/mohammedalanqer, currently at only $67/$20,000 - let's give him a warm welcome!

Ahmed Al-Sir & Lubna Al-Shami @ahmadelser / @lobnaalser - Lubna and Ahmed are trying to flee Gaza with their three sons. Their campaign has been verified by 90-ghost and can be found here at only €1,711/€50,000.

Ezz El-Din Salem @ezzaldeens-blog - Ezz is seeking refuge for seven family members, currently all living in a single tent. The campaign is verified and is at only €224/€20,000.

Lina @lina-gaza - Lina is a mother of two children, one of whom was born by C-section during the violence. She hopes to evacuate them and her husband to Egypt. The GFM is being run by her husband's cousin, it is verified and currently has €35,004/€45,000 - less than €10,000 to go!

Sara Hussein @sara-97a - Sara has three young children and is looking after her mother, who suffered a stroke recently. Her GFM and account are new but the images don't appear anywhere else and donations are, again, protected. €517/€50,000

Shaima & Ibrahim Al-Sir @shaimaasblog - Shaima and her husband dreamed of one day having a child of their own, but tragically lost their unborn child due to the violence. Their campaign is very new but their photographs are unique, please use your discretion and donate. €95/€50,000

Hazem & Nisreen Suhail @hazemsuhail / @nisreensuhail - Hazem and Nisreen are brother and sister trying to evacuate their family of eight to safety in Egypt. They are seeking verification but their photos are unique (you can see Nisreen's instagram dating back to 2015 here) so please don't hesitate to help! Their GFM is at €1,813/€50,000.

Ahmed Ziad @ahmed-ziad - Ahmed hopes to evacuate his family, including his mother, to Egypt so they can live safely. His GFM is verified by nabulsi and is currently at £9,484/£30,000.

Mahmoud Ziad @mahmoud-ziad - Last but not least, Mahmoud. He has had his previous account deleted, but hasn't given up hope to rebuild his life and help his family. His campaign has been verified and can be found here currently at $14,123/$30,000. Today is his birthday - I've donated to him and his family and encourage you to do the same, even though he deserves a much better gift.

Choose a campaign and donate if you can, otherwise please share this post so they can reach safety with their families.

#free palestine #i stand with palestine #save palestine #save gaza #free gaza #gaza strip #my posts

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isanyonetoknow · 3 months ago

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fundraisers pt 2.

link to part 1 here. Sorry for the formatting on part one, tumblr was against me.

Conversion of currencies, as a reminder:

5 USD to 4.46 Euros to 3.78 Pounds to 6.75 CAD

10 USD to 8.92 Euros to 7.57 Pounds to 13.51 CAD

15 USD to 13.38 Euros to 11.35 Pounds to 20.26 CAD

20 USD to 17.84 Euros to 15.13 Pounds to 27.02 CAD

Vetted campaigns

Fatima Alanqar (@fatma--gaza). Reblogged by 90-ghost here. She has five young children, the oldest being 12 and the youngest is a year and a half. She is at €8,084/20,000. This campaign was set up in July. (+2,534 in the last two weeks. 1,916 needed for halfway, 11,916 left)

Mohammed Hijazi (@save-family). Reblogged by 90-ghost here and on Butterflyeffect Project as number 475. There is a very young child in this family who has an infection and cannot be treated by the hospital. €24,475/30,000. This campaign was set up in May. (+9,888 in the last two weeks, 5,525 left)

Ahed Al-Anqar (@aahedfamily). Reblogged by mohammedalanqer here. More on the vetting situation here. Ahed has three young children (9, 6 and 1 year old). They are at €607/40,000. This campaign was set up August 15th. (+873 in the last two weeks. 18,520 needed for halfway, 38,520 left)

Mohamed Hussein Ismail (@m8hammed - prev account was deleted). Vetted by ibtisams's old account here. He is taking care of his parents and his two younger sisters. He is at €9,721/25,000. This campaign was set up in June. (+204 in the last two weeks, 2,575 needed for halfway, 15,075 left)

Mohi (@mohiy-gaza). Confirmed to be wafaaresh's brother here. He is trying to evacuate the six members of his family. He is currently at $27,242/31,000. This campaign was created in late July. (+8,451 in the last two weeks, 3,758 left)

Mohammad Taysir (@yazanfamily). Shared by mohammedalanqer here. He has a three year old and a 2 and a half year old. He is at €11,246/50,000 and this campaign has been up since early July. (+2,747 in the last two weeks, 11,007 needed for halfway, 36,007 left)

Noor Alanqar (@noor-alanqar). Shared by 90-ghost here. Her youngest of three children would now be a year old, and her oldest is six years old. They just passed the halfway-point for the campaign and are at €20,518/40,000. This campaign has been up since June. (+1,371 in the last two weeks, 18,111 left)

Oday Alanqar (@odayalanqar-2002). Shared by el-shab-hussein here. His old account was deleted and his campaign is critically low at €3,618/50,000. This campaign has been up since late July. (+923 in the last two weeks, 21,382 needed for halfway, 46,382 left)

Mahmoud AlBalawi (@elbalawi). Shared by 90-ghost here. He has five siblings and 5 nieces and nephews to keep safe. They were all recently displaced again, August 17th, and need support to stay alive. The campaign is at €39,829/85,000 and was set up in May. (+2,199 in the last two weeks, 2,671 needed for halfway, 45,171 left)

Not vetted campaigns.

Donate to these at your own discretion, I'm just here to compile them since, as far as I know, there's no one on tumblr doing verifications, which makes it very difficult for new families to get support. Many of these have been reverse image searched.

Ahmed Matar (@ahmedmatatsblog). The reverse image search was clean, as seen here but otherwise, there is no verification. You can see his full story in his campaign as well as the breakdown of the costs. He is at €437/64,000. This campaign is really new, too, created August 12th. (+193 in the last two weeks, 63,563 left)

Rond (@rawandrabah and @mohamedrabahfamily). The reverse image search was clean, as said here, but otherwise, no verification. This is the campaign and they are at €520/65,000. This campaign has been up since March. (+83 in the last two weeks, 64,480 left)

Ehab Ayyad (@ehabayyad23). Three users (across two posts, there may be more, but I didn't check) have tried reverse image searching and haven't found anything (here, here and here). €1,597/50,000. This campaign has been up since August 2nd. (+911 in the last two weeks, 47,492 left)

Anas Al-Sharfa (@anasalshrafa). The reverse image search came up clean but otherwise, no verification. He is 17, his brothers are sick and he is trying to provide for his family. He's at €1,607/50,000. This campaign was created August 21st. (+1,482 in the last two weeks, 48393 left)

Osama Al-Anqar (@osama-family). Reverse image search came up clean, but otherwise, no verification. He has a young child and is also supporting his brother and his other (martyred) brother's family. He is at £2,706/50,000. This campaign was created August 8th. (+1,720 in the last two weeks, 47,294 left)

Manal (@help-manal-family). I do not see anyone who has reverse image searched. This is his story and he is at €620/50,000. This campaign was created August 1st. (+35 in the last two weeks. 49345 left)

Eman (@emanabosedo). Has been reverse image searched here and here. She has three young children. This is her story and she is at $676/50,000. This campaign was created August 21st. (+549 in the last two weeks. 49,324 left.)

Mohammed Ayyad (@mohammednasers-blog). Has been reverse image searched here. He is 17 and taking care of his seven siblings and his mother. He is at €2,875/38,000 and the campaign was set up August 5th. (+1,511 in the last two weeks. 33,614 left)

Ezz El-Din Salem (@ezzaldeens-blog). Not formally vetted by someone on tumblr, but has strong evidence as can be seen here. The campaign is at €312/20,000 and was created August 12th. Also, Ezz is actively looking for someone to vet the campaign. (+1,674 in the last two weeks. 18,014 left)

#free palestine #palestine gfm #gaza gfm #fundraising

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philistiniphagottini · 1 month ago

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I wish for late night conversations over coffee or tea with Al-Haitham as his wife (so fem reader). Where it progress from snacking on cut fruits to eating a selection of nuts with coffee/tea to tea snacks and more tea as the conversation never stops until we fall asleep cuddled into each other.

(Imagine Kaveh waking up to that. Dunno if he’s happy for them or mildly annoyed at Al-Haitham)

(Doesn’t have to be exactly like this, I leave it to your artistic discretion)

Hi, thanks for dropping by with a request! This is just a bit of fluff and there really is no plot, I hope you don't mind. I wrote this last night when I couldn't sleep and this helped. Hope you enjoy~

cw. fluff, established relationship, female reader, chubby reader

“Can’t sleep?”

You paused just as you were about to take a sip of coffee, the rim of the mug pressed to your lips as steam curled around your warm cheeks. The chair you sat in softly creaked as you shifted, craning your head and peering down the hallway of your humble home as the familiar voice of your husband drifted into your ear. He stepped from the seconds only a few seconds later, his footfalls light as he joined you in the kitchen. You hummed softly in response to his question as you took a big sip of coffee. It was just a touch on the hot side, making you feel incredibly warm on this stuffy, Sumeru night.

You placed your cup down with a soft clink as Alhaitham invited himself to make his own hot drink. It made the corners of your lips twitch into a small smile as you reached for the plate of delicately sliced fruit that you had meticulously prepared as your midnight snack and silently bit into your food as you watched Alhaitham move around the kitchen with a lazy stare. It was only when he sat down in the chair across from you did you decide to speak up, the taste of fruit lingering on the back of your tongue as you swallowed with an audible gulp.

“And what about you, Mr Scribe?” you inquired. “Why are you up at such a late hour?”

You pushed the plate of food in Alhaitham’s direction as he reached for it, a murmured ‘thank you’ falling from his parted lips before he took a bite. He hummed in thought as he swallowed his mouth full of food and you were eager to stuff another piece of fruit into your mouth and idly chew as Alhaitham’s voice filled the silence.

“Your side of the bed was cold” Alhaitham replied.

You huffed loudly, eyes dragging over to the clock on the wall. You squinted against the flickering lights on the wall as you tried to decipher what time it was. The answer made you run your hands through your unkempt hair.

“Huh. Didn’t realise it was that late” you mused with a soft whisper.

Though you weren’t sure why you were whispering. It’s not like your housemate, Kaveh, would stir tonight anyway. He had come home late tonight in another drunken stupor and promptly passed out in his room. He tended to sleep like a log and you wouldn’t hear him complaining until the morning, when he was in desperate need of your hangover remedy to ease his troubles.

“Is something on your mind?” Alhaitham asked before taking a sip from his mug.

You mimicked his actions, the golden band around your ring finger flickering in the dim light. Alhaitham’s matching ring flickered back. It took a moment to ponder his question, considering the best way to answer it. It seemed a little silly to admit that there was nothing particular on your mind. It just seemed tonight your brain didn’t want to shut off. Your thoughts were a little jumbled. You were reminiscing on the past yet also contemplating the future. It kept you tossing in bed for a while and you had retreated out here when sleep eluded you. That was hours ago and you still didn’t feel tired enough to attempt to try and sleep again.

“Anything and everything” you finally replied.

You took another piece of fruit and frowned. You were running out of snacks. You pushed your chair out, intent on getting up and fetching more but Alhaitham was already on the move, standing from his seat and heading to the pantry in search of more treats. Your eyes sparkled when he returned with a selection of nuts to compliment your coffee.

“That’s a broad topic” Alhaitham said as he filled the plate with more food. “Care to narrow it down?”

You took a moment to think, tapping your fingers against your plump lips. “How do you fall asleep at night?”

“Pretty comfortably next to my wife” he stated quite simply

You rolled your eyes as a loud snort bubbled up your throat. “Okay, smooth talker, would you like to propose a topic then?”

Alhaitham quirked a bemused eyebrow as you took another long sip of your hot coffee and added:

“Can be anything. As long as it tires me out.”

That was how your long conversation with Alhaitham started. The more you engaged with him the more relaxed you started to feel. Time slipped away from you as you indulged in midnight snacks, coffee and deep conversations. It left you feeling a little light headed as the shadows slowly started to creep away from the rays of light threatening to spill over the horizon. By the time the conversation reached a natural conclusion, you were feeling exhausted and tired enough to give sleep another try.

A giddy smile pulled on your lips as Alhaitham dragged you over to the couch, your bodies pressed and tangled as you squeezed both of your bodies on the old sofa. You ended up half sprawled across Alhaitham as he lay beneath you one arm encircled around your plump waist as his free hand dragged the throw rug over the back of the couch and draped it over you. You tucked your face into his neck, breathing a soft sigh of content as his natural smell filled your senses with a hazy lull. Your eyelashes fluttered over your cheeks as they slipped close, arms snaking around his waist as you held him closer.

“We haven’t talked like that for a while” you mumbled softly.

A soft smile tugged at Alhaitham’s lips as he threaded his fingers through your silky tresses of hair, tucking the long strands behind your ear before lazily massaging them against your scalp. A light noise stirred in his throat as his warm breath puffed against your skin.

“You sure can talk a lot” Alhaitham joked, his tone flat like he was making a statement.

You hummed in agreement. “It’s fun talking to you” you mumbled, hot breath tickling his throat as you snuggled closer in his comforting embrace. “We don’t do this often anymore. We should do it again. Right?”

The more tired you got, the less sense you started to make. But Alhaitham knew what you were trying to convey.

“We should” Alhaitham agreed.

He pressed his lips to your forehead as you fell deeper into the lull of sleep, mind teetering just on the fine edge of unconsciousness as he whispered into your hair.

“Get some rest.”

You grunted softly. “You can explain to Kaveh why we’re hogging the couch, when he wakes.”

"If he wakes" Alhaitham corrected before planting another kiss to your forehead. "Don’t worry, I’ll deal with it.”

#my writing #request #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #fem!reader #x chubby reader #x reader

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swampstew · 2 months ago

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Oh Baby

Summary: Have you ever had the 'accident' talk? something short and sweet based off this post by @/MangyRacoon | no actual smut, all fluff and tenderness from someone so brash and violent. Thanks again for the original request Hebi <3

CW: Eustass Kid x F Reader, Trafalgar Law x F Reader, Roronoa Zoro x F Reader all separate accidental pregnancy scenario

Kid clocks it right away. He’s so eager when he sees you, finding you on the dock instantly, and the first thing he notices are the dark circles under your eyes and your breasts look particularly perky in your top. He makes himself known, to your surprise, pulling you into a giant hug and asks you if you’re ok.

You tell him you’re just tired from work and your social battery was pretty much drained all the time, but you are happy to see him again. His hand traces your sallow cheeks as you tell him what you’ve been up to before he decides he’s going to carry you to the nearest food stall to get you both something to eat. He holds you while you hold the bags of food, cradled against his muscular chest as he takes long, impatient strides to your home. He’s going to get to the bottom of this and he wants to do it without his crew hovering.

He tells you about his adventures while you eat, if it can be called eating since you a few bites before you looked queasy, abandoning your plate and drinking ginger ale instead. Kid pushes his plate away and brings you to your feet, bringing you to his chest as he his hands gently caress your hips.

“I’ve been gone for a while now. Has anything happened?”

“Hm? Aside from taking on more work to pass the time, not really.”

“Nothing at all? Its been three months since we saw each other.”

“What are you getting at?” you ask irately, not liking the implication of his question.

Kid turns your body so your back is resting against his torso, metal hand holding you in place while his flesh fingers spread across your lower belly. The slow strokes made goosebumps erupt along your soft skin.

“You definitely didn’t have this last time…”

“ARE YOU CALLING ME F—?!” your yell is cut off as he covered your mouth.

“Y/N! Do the math!”

When your body starts trembling, he knows you made the connection and swiftly picks you up and takes you to your bed. Waiting to see if you would start the conversation.

“We never talked about an accident like this,” you whisper.

“No, so what are we going to do?”

“We?”

“Well…yeah. Unless you don’t want me involved…”

“I-I think I want too…but…sigh…I wouldn’t expect you to stay,” you whisper.

“You’re right I wouldn’t” he snorts, “Cause I’m taking you with me, idiot. No way in hell I’m letting you do this alone.”

He’s the type of guy to (ironically) neglect his own health that he can hardly judge. So when he sees you after a few months apart, he tried to suppress his natural inclination to monitor and assess you as he took you into his arms.

In his embrace he can tell you even feel different. Like you were more tender, more sensitive to his touch as you squirmed in his hands. You pull away and he notices the top you’re wearing is the same one you wore the first time you met each other. This time though, he could see the strain on the fabric as your body peeked out from below the hem. And…hmmm did your ass get bigger?

Law tells himself not to do it, he can’t overstep. Fuck it, he does it anyway. As you lead him, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi to a bar, Law walks behind you discretely and scans you – confirming his suspicions.

The crew enters but Law escorts you to a private alley. He can’t wait a second longer to talk with you.

“So, I was gone for what…3 months?” he starts, his tone nearly clinical.

“Uh yup, you kept count?”

Law let out a light scoff, answering your question with another question, “Anything happen while I was gone?”

“Nope.”

“Have you been feeling…off at all?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Y/N,” Law gripped your shoulder, a panicked look in his eyes.

“Been getting headaches, and uhm – hmm not been eating much either I guess. I feel like I’m just not hungry, and when I am I feel a little queasy.”

“You’re not EATING?!” both hands on your shoulders now, slightly shaking you even.

“I AM! Just with long stretches between meals.”

“Eating what?”

You looked at him long and hard and began listing off the weird combinations you’d been trying out recently. Yeah you knew some of the choices sounded out, but hey, it was the only you could really stomach…

OH.

You both stared wide eyed at each other as the truth sunk in. Oh shit.

Y’all never had the baby talk.

You were scared to voice your real feelings – Law was a pirate and he didn’t have time to be a father…right? Oh gods, he was a surgeon, would he…make you have a procedure if he didn’t want to have a child?

It was like he sensed your internal conflict, taking off his puffy hat and putting it over your head.

“You really want to do this? It won’t be easy you know. Especially in a tight ship like mine…”

Your eyes were glassy as you peered at him, “Are you…sure?”

“It’s your decision, Y/N.”

…

“If its with you, I think I can do it.”

Law couldn’t help the smile that curled over his face. Fondly remembering his own short-lived childhood, being a dutiful son, a caring older brother…

“Of course. And I’m a doctor, no child will be in better care.”

“With your power, I hope you’ll be doing a lot of the heavy lifting.”

“Tch, yeah.”

For someone who could be quite thick-headed – the marimo knew something was different in the atmosphere when the ship docked at a familiar island they frequented. He was the first to leave, ignoring the calls of his crew to make sure he remembered the way back.

He was on the hunt – eyes darting left and right, walking swiftly as if he was being guided by an internal compass. Making his way until he found the small cottage you lived in, out in the middle of the fields and not that conveniently close to the town. Between the forest, the tall grass, and canyons, it was a shock he made it to front steps of the house before the sun was even high in the sky.

Zoro didn’t even knock – just turned the knob and stepped inside.

“ZORO!”

Your arms wrapped around his body, relishing in his presence after so many months.

He gently pulled you off him, to your confusion.

“It’s been a while,” he spoke softly, direct contradiction to his actions that felt robotic.

“About 3 months.”

“Yeah. Did anything happen during my absence?”

Your brows knit in confusion, “No? Like what?”

His green eyebrows furrowed right back at you, almost accusingly.

“Really? You haven’t been feeling like somethings wrong or anything?”

“Why would something be wrong?!”

With a frustrated click of his tongue, “You…smell different.”

Staring at him with wide-eyes, he couldn’t tell if you were plain shocked, offended, or saddened by his statement.

“NOT IN A BAD WAY!” he gripped your arms a little tightly, “JUST! You SEEM DIFFERENT! I don’t know how to describe it!!”

“Different how, besides the apparent aroma I’m wafting,” you asked indignantly.

A twitch of his forehead vein, Zoro took your hand and walked to your bedroom. Facing you in front of your standing mirror, he pulled your shirt over your belly and ran his hands down to your hips.

“These are bigger. Wider. There’s something in there,” he pointed to your barely swollen bump that had gone entirely unnoticed by you.

“Oh SHIT.” Your body shuddered and nearly collapsed in on itself as you sunk to the floor.

Zoro grabbed your elbows and gently lowered you, sitting next to you as you both had the same thought flashing through your minds.

We never had the ‘accident’ talk.

Less than a minute had gone by in silence before Zoro’s hand held yours, circling his thumb over the back of your hand, almost reassuringly.

“The Sunny is pretty big. Tons of stuff for a kid to get into, and a great crew that would keep an eye out. Robin could lend a hand anytime too.”

“Are you sure, Zoro?”

“I probably wouldn't make a good father on my own, but at least we have people to help us.”

A small smile pulled up the side of your mouth and it made Zoro’s heart stutter, “I’ve always heard it takes a village to raise a child. I wouldn’t mind the Straw Hats being that village.”

“Uh… Y/N, we’re a crew.”

“Same diff, mosshead.”

#eustass kid #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro #eustass kid x you #swampstew bedtime stories #eustasscaptainkid #cw accidental pregnancy #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #law x y/n #zoro x y/n #one piece fanfiction

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leonstoenailunderhisbed · 2 months ago

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Cupid doesn’t gamble

Summary: Leon, a mafia boss whose empire dominates all casinos on the west coast, meets a young girl amidst a game of poker. What would happen if he threw all his chips and gambled his love for you?

Warning: Mafia!Boss!Leon x Female!Reader. Eventual smut (I know y’all want this so bad). Slow burn. Romantic. Leon is a gentleman. Characters are 21+ (makes sense for casinos). Researched topics. Mentions of violence. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: 6,620

A/N: So, I’d like to start off with saying that being in the Mafia is not okay. Al Capone was NOT a good guy. But, this is fiction. None of this is real so before I get myself canceled (pls don’t) trust that I did my research. I thought of Salvatore by LDR writing this lol.

[II] [III]

“The summer's wild and I've been waiting for you all this time I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me. Summer's hot but I've been cold without you, I was so wrong not to doubt your Medellin, tangerine dreams,” - Salvatore, Lana Del Rey

Poker isn’t just a game of gambling and betting your money away. It’s intimate and personal, in order to win you must read your opponent. Strip each other bare until the other shows a sign of vulnerability, only then will you find a loophole and win.

But nobody seems to understand the arts of chips and card decks. To be given an awful hand and turning the game to your favor is powerful and uplifting. There is great danger with gambling but there are also great rewards.

Leon was a famous man, known for establishing the most successful casinos of, dare I say, the nation. He’s a businessman, driven by the need to make a statement of himself. To hold power over people’s head with a flick of the wrist. He’s ambitious, cunning, but also respectful.

Coming from nothing but rags and the slum, he swore to his parents that he will earn everything he ever wanted in life. To provide for his family, to become one of the richest and notorious men of America. And he did.

He easily became a member of the mafia after being taken under the care of a kind man. When his parents died and he was shunned away by society, he never expected a man from a dangerous world to take him as a child and teach him to become the man that he is today.

And now here he was, engaging himself in a long hour of poker with a rookie player. You’ve never been keen on gambling your savings away, you deterred yourself from gaining the addiction. But, you did like to play every once in a while, especially since the casino you were in was quite lavish, courtesy of the man who built the casino in the first place.

You didn’t know anything about it, you didn’t even know that the man in front of you was the very own man who built his life step by step.

"You're good with your hands," he said in a rich and low tone as he stared at you from across the table.

“Thanks,” you muttered as you moved on forward with the game. You glanced at him, narrowing your eyes as you tried to guess what he was going to move with tonight.

A low, amused chuckle escaped his lips as he continued to watch you analyze him. He knew damn well you had no clue how to play, yet you were trying your best. It's what drew him to you.

He noticed you stealing glances his way as you thought of a plan. *Adorable.* He leaned back into his seat, eyeing you closely as he waited for you to make your next move.

"You're a bad bluffer," he pointed out with a smirk.

“And you’re a talker,” you quipped back with sass. You were silent for a moment before you decided to either go big or go home, “Raise,” you said to him.

Your eyes were glued to him, watching for his reaction. Was he going to fold or call? Either way, you believed you had a better hand than him.

"And you're cocky, too," he returned with a hint of humor in his voice. He raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised by your bold move. Even if you didn't know how to play, you had some guts.

He studies you for a moment, his eyes lingering on you before returning to his cards. After a moment of contemplating, he pushes a stack of chips forward, adding to the pot.

"Call. Let's see what you've got," he challenges you with a sly smile.

You turned your cards over, revealing a Diamond Queen and Clover King. You put them down and crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at him with a smirk.

The bet was a high number of money. Probably worth more than your limbs being sold in the black market. But you were here for a reason, to earn some quick money. The man in front of you looked quite wealthy, wealthy and rich men weren’t uncommon in this place but it still made you feel a bit inferior with everyone wanting to show off.

Leon leaned forward, inspecting your cards closely. The smirk on your face said it all. You thought you had a good hand, and he wouldn't deny that you had a decent one. But, it wasn't enough to beat him. He leaned back into his seat once more, his expression unchanging, as he revealed his own cards. A Spade Queen and a Diamond Ace. A straight flush. His eyes met yours, his smirk turning into a cocky grin.

"I'm afraid you've lost this round, darling," he said in a teasing tone.

Your smirk immediately fell as you saw his straight flush. Wow, you lost again. You didn’t even notice him calling you by a pet name. Did you owe this man money now? How did you not see it coming? That bastard was cocky and confident as hell! You should’ve known he had a good hand.

Leon chuckled once again. The look on your face was priceless—a mix of frustration and disbelief.

He loved it.

"Looks like I win again," he said teasingly, gathering up the chips on the table, "And don't worry, darling, you don't owe me anything. Just better luck next time."

He leaned back in his seat, his gaze still fixed on you as he smirked. He found your reaction absolutely adorable.

You furrowed your brows confused, you didn’t owe him anything? “Wait, are you serious?” You asked confusedly. He was different from other guys around here. Was he really willing to forget about your loss and even wished you better luck?

Who was this guy? There was something about him, though, that seemed dangerous and suspicious, “Why?”

Leon tilted his head to the side as he observed you, noticing the confusion on your face. You were clearly surprised by his words. It seems like you’re *not* used to men like him.

He chuckled softly at your question. "Why? Because I'm a gentleman," he responds with a smirk.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving your face, "And I'm not in the business of taking money from pretty young girls like yourself. I'm not that heartless."

Your cheeks flared, did he just say you were pretty? You’ve never met a man so… straightforward. You cleared your throat and nibbled on your bottom lip, “Thank you,” you muttered quietly. Leon's gaze softened as he watched your cheeks flush and saw you bite your bottom lip. *Adorable.*

He’s a gentleman, he’s not *that* heartless? You didn’t understand him. He wore expensive clothes and his aura was confident.

“Is there anything else you’d like in return?” You asked as you looked at him, your arms on the table, “I’d feel guilty if you went back home empty handed.”

He leaned back in his seat, a smirk on his lips. "There is... one thing," he replied, his voice low and smooth.

He paused for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once more. "Your name," he said simply, his smile widening, "I'd like to know your name."

You stared at him for a few moments before you nodded slightly, “Okay,” you muttered. You extended your hand towards him, “My name is Y/n,” you said softly. He was truly a gentleman, wasn’t he? He doesn’t take money from girls and he was respectful. He’s one of a kind.

Leon looked at your hand for a moment before taking it gently in his own. His rough, calloused fingers wrapped around your small, soft hand. He loved the contrast between your skin and his. The way your slender fingers fit perfectly in his grasp.

"Y/n," he repeated quietly, as if he was testing the way the name felt on his tongue. He let out a soft chuckle before bringing your hand to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your cheeks flushed even more red when he kissed your knuckles. Did he come out of a book or something?! You’ve never met a man that screamed rich and respectful man. It was attractive. You were a bit speechless. Most guys met wouldn’t even be bothered to know your name and yet, here he was, treating you like a lady. Did he time travel or something?

You didn’t even try to move your hand away, it was like you got stuck in a trance. He was an enigma, who knew your poker opponent was so… you didn’t even know how to describe it. He chuckled softly at your reaction. He wasn't surprised, after all, most men don't have manners these days. Not men like him.

He slowly released your hand, though he couldn't bring himself to completely let go just yet. He continued to hold onto it, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

“Can I know your name too?” You asked a bit hesitantly, you wanted to know but you didn’t want to seem disrespectful. He felt so fancy, like a true gentleman. The kind of man you read in romance books where you could only dream of being treated with such care.

"Of course, darling," he replied in a low tone, his gaze still fixated on your face. He could tell that you were completely taken by him, though he couldn't blame you, most girls were. He could tell that you were captivated by his mannerisms and demeanor. It seemed like you appreciated his old-fashioned actions and chivalry, not that he was surprised. But something told him that you were different than the others. You weren't just after his wealth or status, he could see it in your eyes.

In the game of poker, it was easy to fall and lose. But for some reason, you like playing with him even if it means losing most of the rounds.

You didn’t even notice the two bodyguards approaching him from behind since you didn’t know what his occupation was like. You were strangers. The two bodyguards were ready to jump into action if you tried anything suspicious. But what could you do? You were completely harmless.

As his bodyguards approached from behind, Leon glanced over his shoulder at them. He held up a hand, silently signaling for them to hold off. The bodyguards stood a few feet away, far enough to not listen to your conversation but close enough to jump to him if he got into a dangerous situation. Leon's lips curled into an amused smile as he watched you realize the presence of his bodyguards. They were there to protect him, after all.

"My name is Leon," he finally replied, his voice just above a whisper. "Leon Kennedy."

“Leon,” you repeated, tasting the way it rolled off your tongue. It was a fancy name, suiting him very well.

“Nice to meet you, Mister Kennedy,” you said politely. Leon suppressed a chuckle as you repeated his name, the sound of it on your lips was like music to his ears. It was as if you were singing his name, rather than simply saying it.

He smirked when you called him 'Mister Kennedy,' finding your use of a formal title both amusing and endearing. "Please, call me Leon. 'Mister Kennedy' makes me feel old," he teased, his voice low and smooth.

You couldn’t help the small smile from reaching your lips, just minutes ago he beat you in a game of poker and yet, he didn’t make you feel bad for losing. You nodded at him, “Alright, I won’t.”

Then, one of the two bodyguards approached Leon, leaning down to his ear to whisper, “Sir, your presence is being requested on the tenth floor,” he whispered. Leon's expression, although unchanging, darkened at the bodyguard's words. He knew exactly what it meant for his presence to be "requested" on the tenth floor. But he didn't want to leave just yet. He was enjoying the time he had with you, he was enjoying your company and your sweet demeanor. If only he could stay a little bit longer.

He nodded at the bodyguard, silently signaling that he understood. He looked back at you, his expression softening once again.

"I have business to attend to," he said quietly, a hint of regret in his voice.

“Oh, right, yeah,” you muttered quickly under your breath as you stood up, fixing your outfit that you were wearing, “I shouldn’t take more of your time,” you said softly and politely, “It was nice meeting you, Leon. I hope to play with you in the future.”

Leon looked up at you as you stood up, his gaze following every movement. He could feel his heart skip a beat, he found you truly adorable. He felt a pang of disappointment when you mentioned not taking up more of his time. But he understood, he had responsibilities to take care of.

"The pleasure was all mine, darling," he said quietly, his voice slightly strained. He didn't want you to leave, but he had no choice.

“Sir,” one bodyguard spoke up from behind him, “Should we keep an eye on her?” He asked as the bodyguard’s gaze remained on your form, you were already standing by the bar drinking a damn fountain drink.

It was clear that the bodyguards were good at their job, they wanted to keep Leon safe since he was a mafia boss and enemies could be everywhere. Leon's gaze shifted from yours as he focused on his bodyguard's question. He could sense the slight tension in the air, the bodyguards were always cautious. But that was their job, to protect him at all costs.

He shook his head slightly, "No, that won't be necessary," he replied coldly, "She's harmless," he added, his eyes fixated on you once more.

“Yes sir,” the bodyguard said before the two bodyguards began to escort Leon to the elevator to get to the tenth floor. As Leon walked towards the elevator, escorted by his bodyguards, he couldn't help but glance back one last time, his eyes settling on your form at the bar.

He felt a twinge of something, was it concern? He wasn't sure. The thought of you being approached by someone else made him uneasy. But he had to remind himself that you weren't his responsibility.

He stepped into the elevator, his mind still occupied with thoughts of you.

"Watch her," he muttered to his bodyguards, "make sure no one goes near her."

The bodyguard nodded before stepping out of the elevator and went over to watch from a distance to not scare me off.

He was left with the other bodyguard and as they reached the tenth floor, the doors opened to reveal a very expensive suite, “Ah, Leon,” the voice of a man rang as he approached Leon.

The man was no other than a guy that went by an alias, “Kyle”, for safety reasons, “Glad you could make it,” he was dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, the belt tight around his waist to keep him from flashing anyone. Kyle was a character, that much was clear. Greeting Leon as if they were old friends.

"Cut the pleasantries," Leon replied coolly as he strode past Kyle, into the extravagant suite. Despite his cold exterior, his mind was still occupied by thoughts of you.

Kyle laughed and followed after Leon, “Always cutting to the chase, huh, amigo?” He said the Spanish word in a terrible accent, he didn’t even know Spanish.

Kyle was truly one of a kind but he was an ally to Leon’s mafia. Matter of fact, he provided Leon with the newest weapons from an Italian manufacturer. Illegal weapon trafficking.

“Got some new ladies you might want to see,” he said as he walked in front of Leon, guiding him to his room. As he entered his room, the sheets were messy and two naked women laid on the bed. With a flick of his wrist, the ladies stepped out of the room, giving Leon a wink.

As they entered the room, Leon couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sight of the naked women on the bed. Was this really necessary?

"I'm not interested," he said bluntly, his cold tone sending a clear message. Despite his outwardly tough demeanor, Leon disliked the lifestyle that Kyle embodied.

Kyle definitely had a typical lifestyle of a play boy, always finding girls to sleep with as he spends money on expensive champagne and clothes. But he was a good provider for the mafia. Kyle was needed; a necessary evil.

But Leon wasn’t a womanizer like that, especially with the way he treated you. Kyle chuckled and shook his head, “Oh, I think you will,” he muttered before I retrieved a box and opened it. Leon's expression changed. The sight of the new weapons in the box piqued his interest.

“Got these new ladies fresh from Rome,” he said, revealing new manufactured guns, “These are in beta testing but their purpose isn’t like regular guns—no. These babies hold up to thrice the ammunition and can fire double bullets at the same time.”

He could already see the potential these guns held. The extra ammunition and the ability to fire double bullets at once could give his men an advantage in a dangerous situation.

"Interesting," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the guns. Despite his dislike for Kyle's lifestyle, Leon had to admit he knew how to source the best weapons.

"How did you get your hands on these?" he asked, his voice now lacking any hostility.

Kyle shrugged and leaned back, “I sent a blueprint last month over to my manufacturer in Italy. Said he’d give it a try. He experimented here and there right before he sent me these prototypes.”

“But I don’t recommend using them yet,” he said as he walked over to stand next to Leon, draping an arm around Leon’s shoulders as if they were best friends.

“Something about them probably not working and backfiring. Blah, blah, blah. You know the nerd stuff,” he said.

Leon's brow furrowed as he heard Kyle's words. Using untested weapons could be risky, especially if they had the potential for a devastating recoil. He pushed Kyle's arm off his shoulders, his expression turning cold again. He wasn't fond of being touched, especially by someone like Kyle.

"Then why show them to me if they might not work?" he asked with a hint of irritation in his voice. He preferred to focus on proven weapons, not experimental ones.

As his arm was pushed off his shoulders, Kyle wasn’t a bit ashamed, “Well, before we proceed with the testing, we needed your approval.”

Then, Kyle grew a bit serious, which only ever happened once a fortnight. He leaned closer to Leon to whisper in his ear, “I’ve heard that there’s been recent suspicious activity up north where the colony is. This is just a precaution because I don’t want anyone stealing my guns.”

Ever since Leon became the new mafia boss, which was years ago, many other bosses have tried to take him down. Even if it meant stealing his resources. Despite his disdain for Kyle, Leon couldn't ignore the serious look on his face. He knew that when Kyle spoke like this, he wasn't messing around.

"Suspicious activity, you say?" he replied, his voice low and calculating. He didn't appreciate being targeted, especially by other mafia bosses, "Any idea who might be behind it?"

He shrugged and shook his head, “No, there’s no idea who it might be but I’ve heard rumors that it’s someone who’s after your territory.”

Kyle sighed and stored the guns away once more, “In any case. Call me up if you change your plan, I’ll send word to Italy to keep producing and testing. Until then,” he said before he patted Leon on the shoulder and walked out of his room saying, “Alright, ladies, who’s ready for some sexy time on the jacuzzi?”

Leon watched as Kyle left the room, rolling his eyes at the man's behavior. Despite Kyle's eccentricities and playboy lifestyle, he couldn't deny that he was an asset to the mafia. As the sound of laughter and splashing water came from the jacuzzi, Leon turned his attention back to the matter at hand. The possibility of someone targeting his territory unsettled him.

With a deep sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts once again drifting to you. He couldn't seem to get you off his mind.

“Do you want to go back to the main floor, Sir?” His bodyguard asked. Leon's eyes went to his bodyguard, and he nodded.

"Yes," he said simply. He had to go back to the main floor. He knew that his bodyguards had been instructed to keep an eye on you, and he was curious to see if you were still there.

As he stepped out of the room, he couldn't help but glance over at the bar. He could see you sitting there, sipping on a Dr. Pepper. Despite the presence of his bodyguard, he took a subtle step closer, watching you from a distance.

Now the three men were watching you, Leon with his two bodyguards behind him. They were no longer on the tenth floor and instead were on the main floor where you were.

“Who is she, boss?” One bodyguard asked. They had seen Leon play with you for a few rounds but they didn’t hear your conversation. Of how he forgave your debt and asked for your name, but they did see him kiss your hand. Leon's gaze never left you, his eyes watching your every move. He could feel the curiosity of his bodyguards, they had clearly noticed his interaction with you.

“Do you know her?” The other bodyguard asked. They still kept professional but their curiosity was high. They’ve never seen Leon talk to a woman before, he’d usually brush them off because he knew they were after his money.

"She's nobody," Leon replied, his voice cold and distant. Even though he had shown you a rare moment of humanity, he didn’t want his bodyguards to think he had a “soft spot”, especially towards a stranger.

"She's just a poker player, that's all," he added, dismissing their curiosity. But his eyes told a different story, he couldn't tear his gaze away from you.

“A terrible one,” one commented, “A Diamond queen and clover king against your straight flush… she’s got confidence.”

“Or maybe she didn’t know. Our boss holds a really good poker face,” the other replied. Which was true, Leon was a damn good poker player but you also didn’t play like a professional. You barely knew what you were doing.

You turned around to get your bag from the stool next to your standing form, seemingly finished with your drink and getting ready to pay for it.

Leon's eyes followed your every movement, his mind racing, "She was a challenge,” he said quietly, his voice betraying a hint of amusement. Despite your lack of skill, he had enjoyed playing with you, it had been surprisingly fun.

As he saw you turn to retrieve your bag, he felt a strange pang in his chest. He didn’t want you to leave yet. He took a step forward, his bodyguards following closely behind him.

You were too busy looking through your bag, pulling out your wallet and counting the bills you had to pay your tab. Would it even be considered a tab if you got non-alcoholic drinks? You didn’t notice Leon returning at all, his bodyguards didn’t say anything. They knew better than to prod at his life choices. If anything, they’d just keep a more careful eye on you to make sure nothing bad happened.

“Hold on—“ you said to the bartender as you counted your coins to give him the exact number of your total.

As you began counting your coins to pay the bartender, he couldn't help but step forward and reach into his pocket, "I'll cover it," he said, his voice firm and commanding. He felt strangely compelled to take care of you, even in this small gesture.

You straightened up at the sound of his voice, your heart jumped and beat quickly as you whipped your head to look at none other than Leon. Always a true gentleman.

“I—“ you said as yoi looked at him and the bartender before you looked back at his blue eyes, “No, it’s okay. I’ve got this,” you said quietly. He’d already forgiven your debt and now he wants to pay for your drinks?

Leon's expression remained stoic as he heard your protest. He didn't expect you to be so modest and determined to pay for your own drinks. But he found it endearing.

"It's not a problem," he replied, his voice firm. He could sense your guilt, but he didn’t want you to feel like a charity case. He genuinely wanted to take care of you, even if it was in small ways. He slid a few bills to the bartender, paying for your drinks and closing the tab before you could argue further.

Your cheeks blushed again as you looked away, you’ve never had anyone take care of you like he has, “You’re too kind,” you muttered in a flustered tone.

He was already breaking his own rules because the bodyguards seemed to have picked up on some details. It wasn’t common for them to see Leon be so… interested in a woman. Much less someone like you but they found it oddly endearing. Secretly cheering for their boss.

Leon was taller than you so you had to look up at him, “Did everything go well with your business?” You asked genuinely. Leon's expression softened slightly as he saw your flushed cheeks and your sincere question. He was unused to caring about someone’s well being, but he found himself wanting to share a bit with you.

"Yes, business went well," he confirmed, his voice remaining cool and collected. But there was a hint of tiredness in his eyes, the stresses of being a mafia boss often taking a toll on him.

He studied you for a moment, his gaze calculating but not unkind. "And how have you been?" he asked, surprising himself with his own question.

“Oh, you know,” you faintly shrugged your shoulders as you pointed towards the bar, “I stayed there the whole time. I don’t like wandering on my own. Lots of… creeps out here, y’know?”

But he wasn’t a creep. He was far from it. Leon was a gentleman, a man who knew how to treat women right.

Leon chuckled, a rare sound coming from him, at your straightforward answer. He found it refreshing how honest you were, unlike the fake smiles and flattery he usually received from people.

His eyes swept the casino floor, full of various people, men, and women. He knew you were right about the creeps that roamed around, especially with a pretty face like yours.

"You're right about the creeps," he agreed, his voice low and protective. "A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be out here alone."

Your cheeks blushed again when he said you were pretty, why was he so casual with the compliments?! But nevertheless, you couldn’t stop the smile forming on your lips, “Yeah… I was about to leave since it was getting late, actually,” you said as you quickly remembered what you were doing.

“I was going to get an Uber and go back home. I should probably practice my poker skills too,” you said with a small smile. Leon's gaze darkened slightly at the mention of you leaving. He didn't want this night to end, not when he'd enjoyed your company more than he thought he would.

He took a step closer, shortening the distance between you. "An Uber?" he repeated, his voice taking on a hint of disapproval. "With all the creepers out there?"

He paused, seeming to consider something before speaking again. "Let me give you a ride home," he offered, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your eyes widened a bit and your breath hitched when he stepped closer to you and offered you a ride home. You should’ve said no but for some reason, you felt safe in his presence. You slowly nodded your head, feeling like you shouldn’t reject his offer. He’s been kind to you and you wanted to be kind as well, “Only if it’s not a burden.”

“I’d hate to shift your plans for the night. I don’t want to be an inconvenience,” you said with a nervous laugh as you played with your hands.

Leon couldn't help but chuckle at your words and the nervousness in your laugh. You were clearly unused to being cared for like this, but it was almost endearing to see you flustered. He shook his head, his expression serious. "It's not a burden," he reassured you. "And you're not an inconvenience. I wouldn't offer unless I meant it."

He motioned for his bodyguards to follow as he put a hand gently on your lower back, beginning to guide you towards the exit. You gathered your things, which was just your purse, and let him guide you towards the exit. His bodyguards were shocked to say the least. They knew Leon didn’t like to be touched or touch other people but here he was, gently putting his hand on you to guide you out of the building. They were in for a fun ride.

As you made it out and stepped outside, you were met with wind. The wind blew over your form, goosebumps on your skin as you wrapped your arms over your chest to give yourself some heat. Leon noticed your body shiver, the cool night air obviously getting to you. He was so used to suppressing his own physical needs that he had briefly forgotten that you weren’t built for the harsher elements like he was.

"Here," he said gruffly. He removed his black jacket and gently placed it around your shoulders, his fingers lingering for a moment on the fabric.

The black suit jacket was big on you but it was so warm, it even smelled like his cologne and you felt your cheeks flare up. He smelled good, “Thank you,” you said as you looked up at him.

A black car pulled in front of you, it was fancy and the black was matte. No doubt, the latest car. Just how rich was he? One of the bodyguards moved towards the door and opened it for the two of you. Leon nodded in acknowledgement of your thanks, his eyes never leaving yours, "After you," he said, gesturing for you to get into the car first. His voice was gruff, but there was a warm undertone in it.

He waited, standing by the car door, until you climbed in, before he slid into the seat beside you, closing the door behind him. The bodyguards climbed into the front seat, the engine purring softly to life.

No one would’ve believed them if they said that Leon was warm and kind. They’ve seen the type of ruthless man he could be, he was a mafia boss! Hence why the bodyguards were shocked. They’ve never seen him act this way with anyone.

You sat next to Leon, your thighs pressed together and your form still wearing his black suit jacket, “Thank you,” you said before you climbed to sit next to him. You were new to the whole taken care of thing. Leon felt a pang of something unfamiliar in his chest when you thanked him again. It was as if you weren’t used to being treated like this, but he found himself wanting to give you more. He felt the strange urge to wrap you in his arms, to keep you close and away from the world.

He let out a low hum of acknowledgment. "You don’t need to keep thanking me," he said quietly, his voice low and rough.

You softy laughed at his words despite his low and rough voice, “Sorry, force of habit. I’m not used to people being so kind to me. Especially after playing Poker with me,” you replied with a small but genuine smile.

“Most guys would either just get mad at me for beating them or they would humiliate me further for beating me,” you said quietly, your hands laying on your lap as you looked down at them.

Then you glanced back at him, “But you’re different. I think… I like to have you as my opponent… if you’d let me,” but it was more than just Poker, right? It was about connecting, about seeing him again. His expression softened as you spoke again, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, "You like having me as your opponent, huh?" he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement.

He reached out, his hand gently resting on top of yours, his touch calloused but surprisingly gentle, "You don’t even know what you’re asking for."

Your breath hitched and you looked down at his hand on top of yours. Even though he’d held your hand and kissed it, you still got flustered.

But he was right. Essentially, you didn’t even know him. You met him today and lost a poker game. But something in you wanted to keep seeing him, you didn’t want to let such a kind man go.

“I can learn,” you whispered. This went beyond poker, even though you spoke about it, hidden words were conveyed. You didn’t know what you were asking for, not knowing he was in the mafia. Leon's smirk grew at your words, a hint of something more behind it. He could hear the double meaning in your words, and it sent a thrill through him. Here you were, this timid, pretty thing, wanting to get to know him better.

His fingers gently squeezed your hand as he spoke, his voice low. "You’re a fast learner, I bet," he said, his eyes never leaving yours.

But then his expression darkened slightly, the reality of his world intruding on the moment. He was a mafia boss, and you… you were innocent and pure.

You nodded, “I like learning things. Knowledge is power, is what George Orwell said once,” you muttered. Leon's smirk turned into a half-smile at your mention of George Orwell. This girl was full of surprises. It seemed to him that you were more than just a pretty face working as a pit boss.

His grip on your hand tightened slightly, as if reflexively trying to keep a grip on you. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, he should let you go before you get swept into the dangerous world he lived in.

But something about you was making him greedy. The Mafia Boss never had to worry about letting go before, now, he didn’t want to.

You felt his hand tighten around yours and you didn’t want to let go yet. Once you reached your apartment, you looked at him and leaned towards his face to whisper, “Think it over,” you whispered, your brows furrowing a bit before you let go of his hand and got out of the car.

Leon's eyes widened slightly at your whisper, your unexpected boldness sending a jolt of surprise, and something else through him. You'd just told him to think things over, as if it was a date that you were asking him on. But before he could open his mouth to reply, you had already slipped out of the car, leaving him a bit taken aback.

He stayed sitting in his seat for a beat, his fingers clenching the leather, his eyes fixed on your figure. You were playing with fire, and you didn’t even realize it.

You were about to walk into your apartment when you realized you were still wearing his suit jacket. You quickly ran back towards the car and slipped it the jacket off, giving him an awkward smile, “I, uh…”

“Almost forgot this,” you muttered softly, the pink hue on your cheeks not leaving any time soon. Leon took the jacket in his hands, his gaze lingering on you as you handed it to him. He took in your flushed cheeks, your awkward smile, and it sent a pang through his chest.

He wanted to reach out, to touch your cheek, to do something to keep you from leaving. But instead, he simply folded the jacket over his arm, his fingers tracing the fabric.

"Keep it," he said, his voice rough. "It looks better on you."

Your eyes widened a bit and your lips parted into a small ‘Oh’ when he gave you the jacket once more. To which you slowly took, you didn’t want to be greedy but you loved the way it smelled.

“Thank you,” you whispered sincerely, “For tonight.”

The offer still stood. You were willing to throw yourself down into a fire if it meant getting to know him better. Isn’t that what Poker is about? To understand your opponent? But this wasn’t about Poker anymore.

Leon clenched his jaw as he watched your expression, your sincere thanks only making it harder for him to let you go. Your naivete was like a double-edged sword - it drew him in but also made him hesitant.

But he wasn’t some saint. No, far from it. He was a Mafia Boss, and he wasn’t used to denying himself.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking with yours, his voice a rough, quiet murmur. “When can I see you again?”

You stared at him through the window, a bit surprised that he wanted to see you again. You were just some idiot poker player and yet… was he actually considering seeing you again?

You stood there in shock for a few seconds like an absolute idiot before you realized you hadn’t said anything. Your cheeks flushed and you quickly cleared your throat, “Uh—“

He paused, his eyes roaming over you, taking in your flushed cheeks, your uncertainty. It was a new sight for him, having a woman so clearly out of his world be so... vulnerable.

“You want to see me again?” You asked unsure. Leon’s lips quirked up into a small smirk at your reaction, your surprise and confusion only endearing you to him more. You were just so damn endearing. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze sharp, “Yes, I want to see you again.”

“Well, I’m free this Saturday… if you want to—I dunno—go out…?”

“Saturday it is, then. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

This time, you couldn’t help the smile that reached your lips. Was he truly taking you out on a date? You nodded your head at him, your lips curling up into a genuine smile, “Alright…” you muttered quietly, “I’ll see you then. You know where I live anyway.”

He offered you a ride and now knows where you lived, but somehow, you felt comfortable with him knowing, “Goodnight, Leon.”

You walked backwards, looking at him for as long as possible before eventually turning around to get into your apartment. Leon watched as you retreated back into your apartment, his gaze following your every move. There was a strange flutter in his chest, something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Something that he thought he had lost.

When you disappeared from sight, he let out a low, rough exhale, running his hand through his short hair. This was dangerous, getting close to you, but he couldn’t seem to find it in himself to care.

“Goodnight, doll,” he murmured, watching your door close behind you.

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wtf-scientific-papers · 9 months ago

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Plain Language Summary Methane is a potent greenhouse gas and understanding what controls methane production from microbes to plant communities can improve our estimates of wetland fluxes and global methane budgets. We propose characterizing methane dynamics in herbaceous wetlands at the scale of plant patches as patches integrate multiple local properties, are generally discrete, and relatively easy to map and measure. To characterize common wetland patch types, we investigate patterns of dissolved methane, soil biogeochemistry, and plant properties in 4 vegetated (submerged vegetation, forb, grass, and sedge) and 1 unvegetated wetland patch types in a temperate, freshwater, herbaceous wetland.

Here's the (open access) paper: Sharp et al. (2024)

Submitter comment: "I'm crying laughing about this 'plain language' summary. It's like that one xckd comic [Ed.: link here]:

“‘wetland dynamics are second nature to us biogeochemists so it's easy to forget that the average person probably only knows fluxes, a few types of wetlands, and plant patches.’

“‘And forbs.’

“‘Of course.’”

#submission #biogeochemistry #ecology #wetlands

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komsomolka · 2 months ago

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In July, the Iraqi Central Bank halted all foreign transactions in Chinese Yuan, succumbing to intense pressure from the US Federal Reserve to do so. The shutdown followed a brief period during which Baghdad had allowed merchants to trade in Yuan, an initiative intended to mitigate excessive US restrictions on Iraq’s access to US dollars. While this Yuan-based trade excluded Iraq’s oil exports, which remained in US dollars, Washington viewed it as a threat to its financial dominance over the Persian Gulf state. [...]

Since the signing of Executive Order 13303 (EO13303) by President George W Bush on 22 May 2003, all revenues from Iraq’s oil sales have been funneled directly into an account at the Federal Reserve Bank of New York. EO13303, titled “Protection of the Development Fund for Iraq and Other Property in Which Iraq Has an Interest,” has been renewed annually by every US president, including Joe Biden in 2024. This executive order essentially places control over Iraq’s oil revenues under the discretion of the US President, leaving Baghdad with limited control over its resources and earnings. [...]

Whenever Washington feels that Iraq is not compliant with US regional goals, these fund transfers can be delayed or reduced. In January 2020, for instance, after the Iraqi Parliament voted to expel US troops following the assassination of Iranian Quds Force General Qasem Soleimani and Iraqi Popular Mobilization Units (PMU) Deputy Commander Abu Mahdi al-Muhandis, the Trump administration threatened to freeze Iraq’s access to its oil revenues. [...] The country’s inability to control its own funds has prevented long-term reconstruction and development, forcing it to rely on international loans. [...]

Iraq ceased to be under occupation, at least formally, when it signed the “Strategic Cooperation Framework” agreement with the US in 2008, which says that American forces are present in Iraq only at the request of the Iraqi government.

Attempts by the UN to restore Iraq’s control over its finances have largely failed. In 2010, UNSC Resolution 1956 demanded the closure of the DFI by no later than 30 June 2011 and the transfer of all proceeds to the Iraqi government. Despite these clear legal directives, the DFI account remains under US control at the Federal Reserve Bank of New York in defiance of the UN Security Council resolution. Worse yet, enduring US dominance over Iraq’s financial resources has deeply exacerbated the corruption and dysfunction plaguing the country. [...]

Today, both the US Administration of Joe Biden and the Iraqi government led by Mohammad Shia al-Sudani – which has not taken steps to free Iraq’s sovereign funds – can be considered in violation of United Nations Resolution 1956 issued in 2010.

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19 February 2024

Today, the IOF bombed the vicinity of Al-Shifa Hospital. Wadea Abu Alsaoud reports from the emergency room, where the dead, dying, and wounded are laying on the floor due to lack of space and resources for lack of treatment.

Very little information is getting out about this attack, Wadea is one of the only people with consistent access to the facility and means of reporting. However, Instagram is shadow-banning and now threatening to permanently ban his account due to Zionists mass-reporting him. If you can, please interact with his content to support him. This is his back-up account.

WARNING: This footage is EXTREMELY GRAPHIC! Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised! Link is provided only for citation and support purposes

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cetitan · 3 months ago

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Palestinian fundraisers that have contacted me - August 17th, 2024

An asterisk (*) means unvetted but likely legitimate (no reverse image search results, personal video recordings attached).

Pay attention to and keep in mind exchange rates while donating to make sure you are donating a meaningful amount.

Musab @musababed - £3,954 / £8,000 [Link] Imtithal @d-imtthal - €2,357 / €50,000 [Link]* Sabah Mohammed @sabahfamily - £7,465 / £50,000 [Link]* Eslam @eslamfamily - $1,125 / $50,000 [Link] - 🇵🇸 Ayaa @ayoosh-gaza - $1,289 / $20,000 [Link] Tahrir @syamamasamt - !! $80 !! / $65,000 [Link]* Ahmed Al-Habil @ahmed-omar0 - €694 / €50,000 [Link] Rana @ranoshfamily - !! €185 !! / €70,000 [Link]* - 🇵🇸 Husam Farhat @frhatfamily - $4,297 / $29,500 [Link] Ahmed @save-ahmed-family1 - €537 / €20,000 [Link]* Nada Al-Farra @dodiahmed123 - €319 / €20,000 [Link]* Salem @salem-baker - €5,131 / €38,000 [Link] - 🇵🇸 Wijdan @wejdan-32 - €475 / €20,000 [Link]* Mohamed Mikki @mohamed-mikki - $1,598 / $20,000 [Link] Mohamad @mohamadsmeer33 - $781 / $12,000 [Link]* Osama Al-Anqar @osama-family - £420 / £50,000 [Link] - 🇵🇸 Mahmoud Alkhaldi @mahmoud-1995 - $10,536 / $50,000 [Link] Mohammed A. @mohammednasers-blog - €1,612 / €38,000 [Link] Safaa @safaa18mero - $8,922 / $75,000 [Link] Mahmoud Khalaf @mahmoudkhalafff - €22,833 / €30,000 [Link] - 🇵🇸 Ahmed @save-salam-family - €21,385 / €40,000 [Link] Ola Ferwana @abedallhferwanagaza - €2,024 / €35,000 [Link] Sameer Al Khaldi @sameer-17 - $1,115 / $50,000 [Link] Hanaa Jad Al-Haq @hanaa-yousef - £10,020 / £20,000 [Link] - 🇵🇸 Mohammed Alwadiya @schihiro44 - $1,470 / $35,000 [Link] Fadi A. Ayyad @mayadayyad81 - $36,670 / $50,000 [Link] Falestine @falestine-yousef - $11,677 / $40,000 [Link] Ahmed @ahmadresh - $6,122 / $10,000 [Link] - 🇵🇸 Aseel @aseelo680 - $10,820 / $20,000 [Link] Ahmed Awad @save-hijazi-family2 - €11,405 / €20,000 [Link] Youssef @yousefjehad3 - $3,105 / $15,000 [Link] Fatima Alanqar @fatma--gaza - €4,994 / €20,000 [Link]

The overwhelming majority of donation requests I have received have been legitimate, and as you may notice, many of them are far from their goals. Many of these unvetted campaigns are donation protected, so please do not let that deter you. I do not think it pays to be overly cautious in this scenario. Tumblr is the only social media site these families have to garner an audience, do not wait until they all become verified to donate to them. Would you rather chance the 5 dollars you donate go to waste (a very unlikely scenario, if you use proper discretion) or not donate at all? Accept the risk and do not be guarded with your generosity. Some of these have not seen a single donation in days.

#Palestine

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arabellasleopardcoat · 1 year ago

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Last word (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Aemond instructs you on the importance of protecting your virtue. Featuring bratty reader and the good old enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Smut. Titty sucking. Degradation. PWP.

A/N: I have the most dreadful cold because I can’t dress for the season. I did as I often do and reread one of my comfort books, Seducing Mr Bridgerton. Here you go. I needed to get this out of my head.

“What were you thinking?” Aemond drags you towards the carriage, barely allowing your feet to touch the ground. He gestures angrily at the coachman, but you are too furious to care.

“What was I thinking? You are the one sneaking around the Street of Silk when your father just died. I thought you…”

“What?” Aemond snarls, roughly pushing you inside the carriage. “You thought I needed your help? You thought I was as weak willed and pathetic as Aegon, coming to drown my sorrows?”

You gape at him. It’s exactly what you were thinking, although in much harsher words than you would have used. When you saw him and Cole leave the palace, you had a rented carriage to follow them, worried about Aemond.

He was not the easiest man to be around. But he was your betrothed, and you worried about him. And you guessed he cared about you, in his own twisted way. He was not the most affectionate of men, but he tolerated your incessant questioning and chatter, as he called it.

It is to be noted that Aemond didn’t make the task of caring for him easy. Yet, you worried either way. Not only because it was your duty to do so, but because you were friendless in the Red Keep and had nothing better to do.

To Queen Alicent, you were the perfect daughter-in-law. She often mistook your interest in Aemond’s whereabouts for devotion, when at best, you two tolerated each other.

Perhaps it hadn’t been the wisest choice, to follow him on a borrowed carriage. You had promised the merchant a few silver dragons for it, leaving him stranded on the Red Keep. Your curiosity had been picked when you saw Aemond and Ser Criston go out of the Red Keep’s walls dressed as commoners. Not wanting to lose them, you had not bothered to change, and showed up in Fleabottom in a gown much too pretty for it.

You were certain you were about to get mugged when Aemond showed up and dragged you back to safety. There had been a couple of men eyeing you in funny ways, and two women you were pretty sure were whores had offered you company.

“I don’t need your compassion, you fool.” Aemond sat down next to you, scowling. It was not the first time you angered him, but it was the first time you saw him this pent-up. He looked like he was about to strangle you. “You should not have ventured outside. It’s too dangerous.”

“Oh, too dangerous? What were you doing out without guards, then?” Thinking yourself so discrete, you sniffed at him. He smelt like usual. No traces of cheap perfume, nor alcohol. No whores, no ale houses.

“Cole and I split up to search for Aegon. I was not drinking, you silly woman.” Aemond leaned in, to let you smell his breath. He smelled strongly of tea. Nothing more. Still, you scowled back in principle. “Besides, it’s different. I am a man. You are a woman.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You crossed your arms over your chest. Aemond politely averted his eye from you, looking flustered.

“I can defend myself. You can’t.” His eye was firmly on his boots. You were so not letting this go, not when you had the upper hand. Perhaps you were a petty person, but no one liked being told they were defenseless, even when it was technically true.

“I can!”

“Oh? What if instead of me, it was another man dragging you out of that alley? You don’t even carry a dagger, for the Seven’s sake!” Aemond looked at you. He might have a point about that. Not even a few minutes ago, you had shrieked in terror at what you thought was a stranger trying to drag you away. A dagger could have come in use, and in fact, you owned one. A small silver one, that Aemond had gifted you, and you had not thought to bring along.

“Not that I would know how to use it.” You mutter, weakly. You are starting to lose the argument and don’t like it.

“I told you I would teach you when we had time.” And it wasn’t like he truly wanted to teach you. The dagger had been gifted to you only after a pointed comment from his mother, reminding him loudly that young ladies expected gifts when courted. By the horrified look on Queen Alicent’s face when you had opened the carved box, this was not what she had had in mind.

It had been clear then, with Aemond making half serious promises to teach you how to use it, that the dagger was meant to annoy his mother and not as a gift. Weaponized incompetence, never more aptly named. Alicent had not asked him again to put any more effort in wooing you.

“But you never have time! You are always running after Aegon.” It came out more bratty than you intended, and it only served to rile him up further. Aemond pinched the bridge of his nose, before turning to face you once more.

“Because that’s my duty, you hare brained…” His tone was full of venom, and you wouldn’t let the slight pass. You hated when he made remarks about your intelligence, always thinking himself the smartest in the room. Perhaps you had not had the chance to receive the same education as him, but you thought yourself moderately clever. Aemond, instead, thought you were empty-headed and only concerned with pink ribbons and silks.

“Don’t! I am not…”

“Oh, but you are.” Aemond grunted, before roughly grabbing your face. The sudden motion surprised you, and so, you only gaped at him. He looked like he was about to murder you. Idly, you wondered if you had finally pushed him to his breaking point.

But instead of murdering you, Aemond leaned in and kissed you. It was not the first time it happened, really. He had kissed you before. Once, at Alicent’s prompting, on the forehead. Another time, your cheek, icy, during your name day. Never on the mouth before. And never in anger.

After a few more seconds of absolute and utter shock, just as Aemond was starting to pull away and apologize, you were kissing him. Furiously. You compensated your lack of experience with rage, pushing at his mouth, biting at his lips, until he budged.

As you parted, both of your chest heaving up and down in strangled breaths, Aemond still took the time to chastise you.

“No concerns for your honor… No concerns for your safety…” Aemond kissed your cheek, almost feverishly. His lips traced the contours of your jaw, and like a man starved, he buried himself in the crook of your neck.

It was hard to take him seriously, though. Whatever anger his face held, it could not be seen by you. He was too busy kissing imaginary paths down your neck for it.

Unexpectedly, it felt good. There was a pleasurable heat forming right on your stomach. You wanted so badly to melt against it, turn into butter in his arms, but you knew Aemond would never let you hear the end of it if you did.

With a mighty pull on his hair, that made him yelp like a kitten, you got him off you, and shifted to straddle his lap.

“I am concerned.” You grumbled, biting at his jaw. He was actually quite handsome, you realized. How had you not noticed sooner? “I would fight you, if it wasn’t you.”

You kissed him, a lot more brutal. Aemond hissed. Apparently, he took issue with his hair being pulled so roughly, or perhaps your lips on his felt good.

“You are not. I bet you would have let any man jump you in that alley.” His tone was angry, but his hands told another story. They were cupping greedily at your hips, squeezing your ass.

“By the Seven!” You groan, unable to be angry any longer. His hands feel warm and big against your hips, too good to complain. There is something hard poking at your stomach, and you try to bring a hand towards it, but Aemond rolls you over and pins you down before you have the chance.

With your wrists pinned down above your head, laying on the borrowed carriage’s seat, there is not much you can do. You look up at him, helplessly.

Aemond leans in, and presses a kiss right above your pulse point. He follows it with another, slightly lower this time. And another, and another. Until his lips are bumping against your collarbones, and he looks up at you with a desperate eye.

He looks wrecked. Hair in disarray, flushed cheeks, swollen mouth. He still wears the angry scowl.

“I don’t think I can control myself any longer.” Aemond whispers, as if telling you a secret. He rubs his thumb over one of your breasts, making you arch under him. It’s unlike anything else you have ever felt. You feel as if that simple touch has set you on fire. As if you are burning up in need.

“Aemond.” You plead, desperate for anything that he is willing to give you.

“I despise you. You are the most infuriating, nagging woman I know.” He tugs the bodice of your dress a little lower, kissing the start of the path between your breasts.

“And you are a pompous, terrible man.” You answer, almost in reflex. Then, because you are furious he is having such an effect on you, you go the extra mile and add. “I rue the day I have to marry you.”

“Sure.” Aemond mocks, sucking a bruise at the top of your breast. He pinches your buds, almost cruelly. You gasp, not knowing if you should pull away or closer.

Giving you a little respite, his hands come to undo the first buttons of your gown. That allows him to pull it a little lower, baring your breasts to him. But instead of going straight for the prize, Aemond takes his time exploring the curves of your shoulder and neck.

You are so desperate for him, you think you might beg him to kiss your breasts. Your poor, ignored nubs ache.

“I despise you.” You mutter, hoping it does the trick. To your surprise, Aemond laughs. Laughs. Him. Before, on the days you were most lucky, you have gotten him to smile.

“I know you don’t.” He says, as he finally, finally, starts sucking at your breast. You moan, tangling a hand in his hair.

Aemond is many things. Determined is one of them. He keeps at it, until you are moaning so unashamedly you think the coachman must be hearing you. You are building towards something, wetness gathering between your thighs, back sweaty, Aemond’s skillful mouth wrapped around you.

You risk a glance at his expression. The vision is almost obscene. His eye is closed in bliss, cheeks flushed, seemingly unaware of the effect his actions are causing on you. His hips are doing small aborted motions against your leg.

You feel as if you are on the edge of something. You scratch his scalp with your nails, needing just a little more. But at the exact moment he opens his eye to look at you, the carriage jerks to a stop.

Hurriedly, you nearly throw him off you. Any second now, the coachman will open the door, and he cannot see you partially naked under a man, no matter if it’s your betrothed.

Aemond, not even needing to be told what the issue is, quickly rightens himself. As the coachman opens the door and goes to help you out of the carriage, Aemond dismisses him with a wave of a hand.

He gets off the carriage in an agile little jump, and offers you a hand.

“I think, betrothed, you don’t rue the day you will have to marry me.” Aemond whispers, as he helps you down. He kisses your cheek, making you squirm. The memory of those same lips in other parts of you is too fresh not to. “I think you are awaiting the wedding night so impatiently, you must be gushing.”

Your cheeks heat up at the double entendre. It’s true, you are beyond wet. If Aemond was not so stuck to his own moral code, if he didn’t think himself superior to you, you would tell him. But you know if you do, he wouldn’t help, but deny you. So instead, you lean in, hand grasping at his thigh for support.

“I think, my Prince, you should look into a mirror. Because that…” You point between his legs. “Looks painful.” And with a kiss on his cheek, you leave him there, standing next to a borrowed carriage and having to endure the humiliation of paying for the ride.

You cackle all the way to your rooms. He will probably have his revenge later, embarrassing you in some way, but you are too high in your triumph to care.

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