#the house i grew up in is going to be in my and my sister's name starting in a few years (for various reasons)

[watchinglee2]

Southern Hospitality - Cade Maddox x Male Reader

Warnings: language, smut

Y/N - Your Name

Southern Hospitality

Words: 2.18k

It was July 2024 school was out and you and your family were on the way down to Mississippi to visit your grandma for her 65th birthday. It's been years since you've seen your grandma since she moved to Mississippi, almost 5 years to be exact.

As much as you were excited to see your grandma after so long you were dreading going back to Mississippi. You were from New York City where everything is fast paced and you lived in the city. Down in Mississippi everything was slow, boring and gray to you and you hated it.

But one thing you hated even more than being in Mississippi was the trip to Mississippi. Your dad was super cheap and instead of getting a plane to Mississippi he decided that a road trip in his minivan was the move.

It was 17 hours of pain and torture and your anticipation for the worse to happen. You were stuck in a moving box with 2 of your twins siblings that constantly argue and are louder than a Taylor Swift concert.

Surprisingly your siblings were on their best behavior, still annoying but tolerable. "Is everyone excited to see grandma and be back in Mississippi" your mom turns her head to you guys in the back of the car as she talks to you guys with a smile to try and lighten your mood.

Your siblings respond eagerly by saying yes and you stay quiet for a minute until your mom darts her attention directly at you. "How about you Y/N".

"I mean I love grandma and can't wait to see her but I can't say Im happy to be in a hillbilly state" you say as you rolled your eyes. "Hey your mother grew up in Mississippi" you dad smiles at you while looking at you through the rearview mirror.

"Well if it makes me any closer to my son I lived here until I was 10 and then I moved and became a true New Yorka" Your mom looks over to your dad and he looks back at her after she puts on a exaggerated New York accent and they both left out a chuckle.

You admire your parents efforts to be corny and be uplighting at the same time. You prayed for a love like that one day in your life.

"Well If it makes you feel any better we are about an hour away". When your dad says that you immediately roll your eyes and lean your head on the window to go to sleep.

~1 hour later~

You are awaken by the yelling voice of your dad. "WE'RE HERE!". His voice wakes you and your siblings up. As you began to become more aware of your surroundings you began to take in the scenery. It was a large, elegant suburban home with a mix of brick and stone exterior. The house has multiple gabled roofs, blue shutters, and a welcoming arched entrance.

You felt like you were the president and you just arrived to the white house. You and your family get out the car and makes your way to the front door. Before your mom could knock, the door swings open with your grandma screaming of joy.

"MY FAMILY IS FINALLY HERE! GIVE MAMA A HUG" your grandma, Mary opens her arms and you all join in for a huge. It was warm and you are glad to be in her presence again.

The hug breaks apart and your little sister Tavia asked your grandma "Grandma I didn't know you lived in a mansion". "Oh sweetie this is the starter house the real mansion is on the way". Your grandmother lets out a chuckle.

Your grandma wasn't really but always really well off (due to family inheritance) plus the divorce settlement from your grandpa was a huge benefit to her. She showed you guys the house of Facetime before but standing in it and experience it for yourself was a difference experience.

It almost made you feel like that's where you belong strangely as it was.

As you were taking in the interior you and your family turn around as you hear the door opening and a stranger walking through it. "Sorry Miss Mary I saw the door open a little and just walked through". You were greeted by a handsome man with crystal blue eyes and clear glass skin. With a bright smile that could blind a million people at once.

"Oh Cade Im so glad you're here, you can meet the rest of my family" your grandmother says as she embraces him in her arms. As they separate Cade begins to go to your family and say his hellos. He shakes your father's hand as well as your siblings hands and then yours.

When he gets to you, you guys share a stare that only last 1 second in real time but over 30 minutes in your mind. Then he moves onto your Mom who have seen to known him. "Cade it's so good to see you again" your mom hugs him.

"Oh Honey where do you know him from" your dad says with a smile trying to hide his jealously because Cade is so attractive. "Oh he's my mother's god son. He's been so busy traveling the world on business that it's been like 20 years since we seen each other. Cade what are you doing here?".

"Well I've been back in Mississippi for a few weeks now to visit my family. I just needed to be around some of my people and I started feeling homesick. I just came here to pick up some food from Miss Mary". Cade says as his eyes dart back to you for a quick second.

Every time Cade opens up his mouth you get hard a little bit but you try to cover it with your hands. His deep voice and southern twang makes you fall in love with him even more even though you don't know him.

"Well It was great to see you again. We should catch up sometimes. Ok family let's go get settled and enjoy Mississippi even though Y/N doesn't want to be in Mississippi".

Your grandma turns to you with a shock face and says "WHAT! Why not?"

"He thinks it's boring, hot and too plain. And I kept telling him it's great down here" your mom says as he taps your shoulder.

"It sure it. Hey Cade does your family still own that horse stable? Y/N here likes horses maybe you can teach him to ride one." Your grandma says as your grandma looks at Cade.

Cade seems to look you up and down in a slightly seductive way observing every each of your body. "Hey we can do that. Im actually going to the stable tomorrows I can take him".

You ask your parents if you could go and they give each other a silent look of approval. "Well I trust you and I know Cade so you should be fine so you can go" your mom says.

"Great! I'll come by at 11 to pick you up. It was nice to meet you all". He smiles and takes his food and walks out the door. You were excited that you get to be around him alone and couldn't wait for tomorrow.

~ 1 day later ~

The next morning Cade picks you up in his car and you guys drives to the staple. Being in his car made you feel like a school girl who is experiencing her first date. You and him mange to make conversation on the way to the staple.

"So Y/N what type of horses do you like?" he says gripping his left hand on the stirring wheel while the other is on his lap. "I love fast horses, specifically white with a nice shape and strong and big." you say as you're biting your lip and seemingly lower your eyes to his bulge in his denim jeans.

He watches you as you stare at his print for a minute not knowing that you were doing it. He seemly picks up what you are putting down and says "Yeah I definitely have one" he licks his lips as he stares at you.

10 minutes later you arrive at the horse stable and you see a small guest house near the stable. You and Cade get out the car and go into the guest house. It's basically like a mini major and you honestly couldn't believe how much you could get in Mississippi.

He leaves you in the guest room as he changes into his house riding gear. A few minutes go by and he pops into your room and your mouth drop.

The outfit in the image is a bold and provocative take on a cowboy look. It features a black cowboy hat, paired with black leather chaps that have an open front, revealing a minimal black thong or briefs. A black belt with silver studs and a buckle adds to the edgy aesthetic. Knee-high black leather boots with a slight heel and pointed toes complete the lower half of the ensemble. Holding a black leather whip

"Ready to ride a horse" he looks at you and smile as his dick starts twitching. Immediately you began to take off your pants and get on your knees with knowing it. Cade walks to you and says "Take out my dick".

You push his underwear to the slide to reveal his 9 inch throbbing dick. He was hard as a rock with his veins sticking out. Your mouth begins to water just as the sight of it.

You slowly suck on his tip like a baby with a bottle. His tip sends pleasure to your mouth and you keep salivating on him. "Ah suck that shit" Cade says as he pushes your head down and start throating his length.

Before you knew it you had 9 inches in your mouth filling up every corner of your mouth. Cade rapidly thrust his dick in his mouth and you look up to him in his sexy cowboy gear. "You want this dick in your hole" he says in his low raspy voice.

You nod your head yes as his precum dips down your throat and you have tears in your eyes. You began to get into missionary and he begins to rub your hole.

“You want some southern dick baby?” Cade says as he gently slaps your hole with his dick. Before you could even respond he’s sliding his 9 inches into you.

You gasp in pain and pleasure and you put her hands on his abs to try and push him off but he is too strong and takes your hands and pins them down.

“Take all that Mississippi dick in that pussy” Cade says as he looks down at his member going inside and out of you.

Your wall tightens up on Cade fills you. Soon he starts to fuck you faster and harder as the pain becomes tolerable and the pleasure is more enjoyable.

Cade spits in your face and slaps you and calls you a good boy and all of your insides tickles.

Cade pleasures you for another 13 minutes until your phone rings and it's your mother. Cade tells you to answer it while he's still inside you.

"Hey mom" you say trying to act normal as you prompt the phone up to you laying down on the bed.

"Hey Bud, how's the horse back riding with Cade" you mom says to you as she smiles through the phone. "Oh it's great, he has a really big horse" you say as he look over the phone to see Cade smiling at your comment as he slowly thrust in and out of you.

"Oh that's great baby. What do you think about Mississippi now?". "I love it. I love it so much" at the end of your sentence you let out a moan as Cade goes harder and doesn't care that you were on the phone.

Your mom asked what is happening after you moan but your voice begins to break up as Cade is hitting your g spot. You couldn't hold back anymore and you begin to break the act of being normal.

"Fuck Me Daddy. Fuck Me. Fuck Me Oh MY God" you say as Cade pounds into you as the speed of light. "What is going on Y/N" your mom voices fades to the back ground.

"Imma cum in that pussy. You want my nut baby" Cade says as he kisses your neck and pumps into you. You drop your phone with your mom still screaming in the back but you guys just tune her out.

"Cum in me daddy" you say eagerly as your hands grip onto his back. Finally you and Cade cums at the same time and release a joint moan.

Cade pulls out of you and just stands in between your legs. "Looks like imma have to come to Mississippi more often" you both laugh as he kisses you.

[httpvomitello]

George weasley x reader who has lots of siblings except the siblings are pets that she just loves to death? Like someone will point out that she has lots of dog hair on her hoodie and shes like "yeah, i miss my babies"

Also, George walking in on a massive cuddle puddle and reader is absolutely burried in fur babies??

Or when she comes back after each break with a different pet because she didnt want anyone to be left out?

Sorry, i live with a whole pack of dogs and cats and i need to see george realize how humans can bond with animals the way his family has

Hello, hellooo! I love little animals, I have a black cat that is my baby ❤️ i hope you like it ~ ♡

Furry Little Siblings .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: Nothing, could have prepared George Weasley for the sight of you absolutely buried in a cuddle puddle of fur, paws, and wagging tails when he finally visited your home.

george weasley x f!reader

��(Y/N), you have dog hair all over you.”

You glanced down at your hoodie, which was, in fact, covered in fur. “Oh,” you said absentmindedly, picking off a golden strand. “Yeah. I miss my babies.”

George, who had been dating you for several months now, was well aware of your deep, undying love for your pets. He just hadn't realized the full extent of it until moments like this—when you sighed wistfully like some tragic heroine in a romance novel, as if you’d been separated from actual human children instead of a bunch of dogs.

Fred, sitting across from you at the Gryffindor table, snickered. “You say that like they’re your actual siblings.”

“They are,” you said matter-of-factly. “Mum and Dad only had me, but I have so many brothers and sisters.”

George smirked. “You mean the ones that bark?”

You beamed. “Exactly.”

It was charming, really. Endearing. But George had no idea just how deep this rabbit hole went.

Not until he visited your house.

George prided himself on being able to handle just about anything.

He grew up in a mad house, after all. Weasleys were loud, chaotic, and there was always something going on. He was prepared for anything your household could throw at him.

Or so he thought.

What he wasn’t prepared for was stepping into your living room and immediately being ambushed by a whirlwind of fur and excited barking.

“Merlin’s balls—”

You gasped, practically diving onto the floor. “My babies!”

It was a massive cuddle puddle. A sea of wagging tails, fluffy bodies, and more paws than George could count. You had vanished beneath it all, laughing as an overenthusiastic Labrador smothered your face in kisses.

George blinked. “Love, how many—?”

“Six!” you called from beneath the pile. “Well, actually, ten if you count the four cats, but they're not a fan of the dogs. Oh, and we have a tortoise, but she’s a bit slow to the party.”

George’s brain stalled.

Ten.

Ten.

His girlfriend had ten bloody pets, and judging by the way they worshipped the ground you walked on, they ruled this house.

A golden retriever bounced up to him excitedly, sniffing at his shoes before letting out an affectionate woof and wagging its tail so hard its entire body wiggled.

“Er—hi there, mate,” George said, awkwardly scratching behind its ears.

“He likes you!” you called, finally surfacing from the dog pile, cheeks flushed and hair a mess. “That’s Rufus. The one licking my face is Beans. The little scruffy one? That’s Pickles.”

George blinked at a wiry-haired terrier that had somehow climbed onto your shoulder like a parrot.

Pickles sneezed.

George had no idea what he’d just walked into.

By the time an hour had passed, George had fully accepted his fate.

He was sitting on the floor, completely surrounded by your siblings. You were curled up next to him, a sleepy golden retriever resting its head on your lap, while a spaniel lay across George’s legs like he belonged there.

And maybe he did.

Maybe George did, too.

You turned to him, eyes shining. “So? Still think I’m an only child?”

George let out a breathless chuckle. “Love, you have the most siblings I’ve ever seen.”

You beamed, leaning into his shoulder. “I told you.”

[hecatesbroom]

Blanche's grandma's place is the only place she felt consistently loved in... no I'm fine. I'm fine

[endervoide]

I grew up in a more Non-Traditional Mormon Household, and as such I've seen a lot of things that lots of other Mormon Girls haven't seen (I am Agender, but I still very much identify with my female experience) And I've seen at least half of the actual Mormon marriage celebrations in person. My parents got married legally, but because they lived together (and had premarital sex, gasp) before they got married, they had to wait a whole year before they could get "Mormon Married" (Sealed for all eternity)

It was such a traumatic experience for me, a 12 year old, and my mother, who was 28. Long story short, The man My mother got married to isn't my biological dad, but he managed to adopt me a few years prior. The Church didn't know if they were allowed to eternally Seal our Family (Because this Sealing involved our whole family, including my Half brother and sister, who were biologically related to my adopted dad) And there was a very real possibility that if my parents got sealed, I would not be allowed to be sealed with them, but my siblings would.

Three hours later, and a call to the actual Prophet's office later (It is late at night, like 10 pm) They gave us the go ahead. I and my siblings had to stand in a side room with a random old lady for a very long time, after we had been separated from our parents for three hours, not knowing why at the time. Then when I walk in to the Sealing Room, I see my mom and dad wearing thin white robes and wearing ridiculous leaf costumes, which has something to do with the endowment process?? Very. cult-y, even to 12 year old me who was very into religion at the time (I didn't truly start my distancing from the church until I was 17-18, and even now I struggle with handling it) The whole thing was so scary. My mom's face was red and puffy and I knew she was crying and I didn't know why but I did know something was wrong.

Then we got sealed. It took us holding hands above and alter/podium of some sort wild a man with the proper level of priesthood said something about being a family even beyond death and into resurrection, and that's it. Ten minutes of nothing, really and this was the very extremely 'Mormon' part of the Mormon Marriage.

Ive been to a wedding for my cousin. She wore this beautiful ballgown dress that was all poofy, and had to spend the whole day with a bitchy Mother in law all day, and Then she divorced the guy a year later. I, a 16 year old, had to sit outside the temple on the temple grounds with all of by siblings (my mom had more kids, i am the eldest of 7, with large age gaps between me and my other siblings) and my cousins all had to sit outside on the grass. For about an hour or something that felt like forever. The after the temple we traveled to a church building that had its gymnasium open for the event (I've been to 4 weddings/other events and they're always in a Church Gym) and that was that.

It was really depressing when I finally started thinking about romance (Autisim and AroAcespec double whammy) at around 15, and I realized it made no sense for me to fantasize about a wedding, because my wedding was going to happen in that room, with those white robes and leaf costumes and all of my siblings missing out on my actual marriage because I would most likely be 18 when this happened and my oldest siblings would be 14 and my youngest sibling wasn't even born yet, and it truly felt awful, a horrible realization that not only was there no point in dreaming of wedding dresses, there was nothing for the after party either. If you've been to one Mormon dance/event you've been to them all, all rustic farm charm you see on HGTV House Flipping shows (Chip and Joanne I'm looking at you guys) and Everyone knowing for a fact that you were going to lose your virginity that night (I know this is a thing with most weddings of religious/"Traditional" nature, but in my family I wasn't even allowed to kiss or give front hugs or anything)(gasp I have boobs apparently) and then right after that you're expected to have children and raise them and you are stuck and I didn't want that. I realized at 15 that I really did not like the idea of being sealed that way everyone else wanted to be sealed.

Another side note, kids 12 and up can go into the the temples if they have a temple recommend (Basically a permission slip from your bishop) and all you can really do is give baptisms for the dead (dead people who weren't baptized during their lives) and that's all you can do. Most women don't get their Endowments unless they are either 1. Getting married or 2. Going on a mission (Which the church really discouraged in a subtle backhanded way) and once you get your own endowments, you can do endowments for the dead, and once you get sealed, you can get sealings for the dead as well.

i am increasingly convinced that the wedding industry is having a statistically significant impact on young women leaving the mormon church. has anyone looked into this?

[professorfcknmoriarty]

me talking to my sibling and trying to figure out why tf we watched so many goddamn charlton heston films as kids

we're a decade apart in age, and remember watching the exact same films of his soooo many times

[lilacandlavendr]

There is something so funny to me that my entire family has been first responders except for me but I end up obsessed with a show about first responders

[nexus-nebulae]

another childhood bucket list item obtained: i finally have a snuggie

[ghostbustermelanieking]

honestly i kind of accidentally created my own (lesbian, historian) answer to mulder and scully, so who knows?? my years in x files fanfiction might provide me with some good material down the line

[zouisalmightie]

i just realized tomorrow would be my grandads 84th birthday. and i would have called him and asked him what did it feel like to be 48 cuz ever since he was in his 70s he switched the numbers around and thought it was so funny. and i can’t remember exactly what his laugh sounds like anymore and my heart is hurting so bad.

[squid--inc]

.....

[nasergz]

War Took Everything—But It Won’t Take Our Future

My name is Naser. I never thought I would be here, writing these words, asking for help to rebuild my life. But war does not ask for permission.

�� War took my mother. It took my sister. It took my home. Our house, the place where I grew up, was turned to rubble in an instant. My three brothers and I were forced to leave everything behind. We have been displaced twice, always searching for safety, for a place to start over.

But starting over feels impossible when you have nothing.

🎓 We Still Have Dreams—If We’re Given the Chance Even in the darkest moments, we hold onto hope. We don’t just want to survive—we want to live.

🔹 I dream of going to university. 🔹 My brothers dream of becoming doctors and engineers. 🔹 The youngest just wants a normal childhood.

But without support, these dreams may never come true.

💙 How You Can Help Every dollar, every share, every kind word makes a difference. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, find a home, and get the education we need to change our future.

🙏 Please, if you can, help us. Even a small act of kindness can mean everything to us.

[yamujiburo]

A few months ago, some of you might know if you keep up with this blog, I went to Collect-A-Con LA. It was truly on a whim. Literally the day before my girlfriend and I had just come back from our Europe trip. Normally I'd be so tired and jetlagged but for some reason I was feeling really antsy and energized and just needed to go somewhere and get out of the house.

I found out that Collect-A-Con LA was happening the following day and that a lot of the original Pokemon voice cast would be there. So I bought a ticket, drew/printed up a picture that I wanted to get signed and got up early to drive to the convention center (you have to understand that I hate driving in town and also very much never wake up early). I don't know what possessed me to do this but I'm so glad I did.

I ended up having the privilege of meeting Eric Stuart, Veronica Taylor and of course, Rachael Lillis.

She was masked up, looked tired, and a bit sick. And at the time, I assumed she might've caught a cold over the weekend of the con. I went to her table and she still smiled and gave me all of her attention and time. I paid her assistant for an autograph, gave Rachael the drawing I'd done and she got to signing it. Her assistant said the print I had was cute and asked where I got it. I told her that I drew it myself and that I spent a LOT of my time drawing Team Rocket and other various Pokemon fanart. When I said that, Rachel stopped mid-sign and looked up and squinted at me and asked "are you Kiana Mai"? My heart skipped. I had no idea she knew who I was and was surprised that, given how many Pokemon fanartists there are in the world, she was able to pick me out. I left that interaction so happy and felt so seen. Soon after, I went to get my print signed by Veronica Taylor and while in her line, noticed Rachael had left her table; presumably not feeling well and had to leave the con early. I remember thinking how lucky I was to catch her before she left.

A couple months later, I saw the gofundme that her sister posted, detailing what Rachel was going through for the past few years and her battle with cancer. It put that convention day in such a different perspective for me.

All I could think about was how much she cared about her fans and how in touch with her community she was to go to a convention while being in so much pain and suffering in silence. I obviously don't know her personally, but based on how other fans who've met her, as well as her colleagues have spoken about her, I got the impression that she was an amazing, thoughtful person who cared about the people around her. That was only solidified for me based on this singular interaction a few months ago.

Rest in Peace Rachael Lillis. You've touched so many lives with your voice and so much of us grew up listening you. Thank you for everything!

[theropoda]

dear followers, i'm writing on the behalf of a woman, a sister, a mother, a grandmother, named wafaa who has been speaking to me on tumblr from the dire situation in gaza. i'm here to share her story, her plight with you, her campaign with you so you can help her. her house has been bombed, the place she grew up, her place of work, her husband's place of work has been bombed, where her children grew up, her family (three generations of people, which is 15 people including a newborn infant) doesn't have anywhere to go.

she has already lost precious people in her life, lost precious people who were her world, her sister, her brother's son... she can't bear to lose any more people than she already has! she is already wracked with a grief and sadness i genuinely cannot even begin to comprehend. none of us can. yet she still has hope in god that through us, people across the world, can help her family escape this situation. let us not let her down.

i know you're all struggling with money right now. already struggling with bills and food. but donate what you can afford, still. even if it's just a single dollar! because it all adds up, it all adds up in the end. when wafaa first contacted me i believe her campaign was at around €13,000 out of €50,000, but now it is at €21,465! it all adds up. we can keep this going, with donation matches, by spreading this campaign, sharing even if you can't donate. so please. help her family, with whatever little you can.

(verified by nabulsi)

[goatsorcery]

reasons i never want to be a home owner:

i doubt i'll ever be in a position where i'll have enough mental/physical energy to hold a full time job and do regular yard work

the idea of having to pay for constant repairs and replacements makes my wallet shake in fear

the process of maintaining and fixing up a house so that it's in shape enough to sell also would cost more money than ill ever have

there's no guarantee that a house will be worth more when sold than when bought, even with all the repairs to make it sellable

most mortgages are cheaper per month than rent, but the total cost of maintaining a house (with taxes, repairs, utilities) is often more than rent

[tahani-family]

GAZA 😭😭🇵🇸🔗⬇️

support us we lost our home and our workes😔💔

My children are sick from the cold and the spread of diseases, and they are all in pain. I have been displaced with my children many times, and each time we had to bleed her precious evacuation money to buy transportation and transportation.

These conditions are absolutely catastrophic. It's the end of the world. No child, no mother, no person should have to go through this.

You can help by donating and sharing so we don't have to struggle anymore. All we are hoping for is to get enough money to evacuate to Cairo so we don't have to rely on the black market for simple things like food anymore.

You can help. 

Please take time out of your day to donate to my family, our campaign is moving very slowly and we need your help.

Please help my family get out of this hell. We, like all human beings, deserve safety, comfort, and warmth, and now you have a way to help provide these things for us.

https://gofund.me/5770752d.

Dear, please don't let me down, we deserve life and we deserve your generosity and kindness towards us, you are our lifeline and with your generosity you give us life even a little, but you relieve us of injustice and the cursed war, you are the hope and life once again, be side by side hand in hand, we will make a big difference with faith, strength, will and determination, we will reach the goal, we are very close, I hope you participate and contribute if you can. 💜🇵🇸🍉🍉💐💐.

I am a mother of three beautiful little girls, Sana and Hanan. Hla has been sick recently and Hla needs to be vaccinated very soon, but I can tell you that the situation has been very difficult in Gaza and the campaign has been slow lately.

Thank you to everyone who donated and participated from the bottom of my heart, but my campaign needs more support and interaction. I think that my campaign did not receive the required interaction and attention. It is not my fault that I am Palestinian so that I do not receive support. I think that other campaigns and non-Arab campaigns take momentum from interaction and support. It is not my fault that a Palestinian is marginalized for the sake of my children, humanity, and children's rights. Help m🙏🏻🙏🏻💔💔.

My name is Tahani, I am 30 years old from Gaza and I have three very young children, Sana, Hanan and my youngest, Hala, who grew up during the war. Our house was destroyed, I was displaced several times and I am currently separated from the rest of my family - my husband, brothers, sisters and parents. I cannot tell you how stressed I am.

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I am doing my best to take care of my children by myself, despite facing hunger, thirst, disease and the threat of death. The other day, there was heavy shelling near me and another family close to us was killed. Life in Gaza is now hell and I tell you that we are living as if we are waiting for our turn to die.

I am Tahani from Gaza, I am 30 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to maintain my family. I am married and a mother of three children: Sana, who is seven years old, Hanan, who is five years old, and a girl named hla. She grew up during the war and in very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital directly to the tent. I cannot describe the extent of the suffering and difficulty of living in the tent.

But I need help. The situation in Gaza is very bad right now, with the IDF preventing aid from entering and the food, water and medicine that is available are very expensive. Please share and donate to help me and my children survive and eventually leave Gaza.

Thank you all. I hope you will support me to save my life and the lives of my children🇵🇸🍉🍉.

‼️Please don’t skip taking a look 🍉🇵🇸.

We are trying to survive in miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Deir al-Balah, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressure, doubts and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it is not only hunger, disease and fear; it means actual death.

We have been forced to move more than 7 times, and my house has been completely destroyed, and I cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for my children.💔🍉🇵🇸😭

Now, I find myself in this difficult situation, and I strongly and humbly ask for your help to save the lives of my family, especially my children, by getting us out of Gaza. The situation in Gaza has become unbearable due to slow death as a result of hunger, thirst, displacement, the spread of diseases and continuous bombing.🍉🇵🇸💔

The past months have been full of hell and horror. This war has gone on for too long, and our mental health and lives are constantly at risk. We have reached a point where there is no hope anymore in Gaza, as if we are waiting for death. Even if a ceasefire is reached, the devastation in Gaza in all its forms cannot be quickly repaired

Please help me and my children to get us out of genocide🍉🇵🇸💔.

Your help will contribute greatly to alleviating our suffering. I hope you will share my story with your family and friends.💔💔

I will be forever grateful for your kind assistance in this difficult time🇵🇸🇵🇸

Thank you for your kindness and generosity❤️.

Donation link 🇵🇸👇

https://gofund.me/5770752d

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𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑌𝑎𝑛! 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑛

Warning: platonic yandere, possessive, jealous, crying, a little cute?, this is PLATONIC.

This is something platonic that I don't know why I wrote, since it's not part of my usual content... but the idea came to me and I wrote it in an hour or so, so here it is. 🤷🏻‍♀️🖤

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Part 2

Yandere Little Son who is a beautiful and energetic 5 year old boy, your only baby, your only son for now (forever) who adores his mommy, YOU, with all his heart.

Yandere Little Son who since he was a baby was always calm and happy in your arms, but only with you, since he would sob and scream at the top of his lungs when someone else grabbed him (including his father)

Yandere Little Son who despite everyone saying that he would become more independent and less clingy when he grew up, that didn't happen. Oh no. He just became more attached to you and when he learned to walk he started following you around (like a little duckling)

Yandere Little Son who took his first steps walking towards you, his first words were "Ma—ma!", all his drawings are of you and him (and a distant figure in a corner that according to your son's own words is his father. At least he added it... right?)

Yandere Little Son who was sobbing and screaming when you first took him to daycare, the teacher told you that all kids were like that on their first day and that your son would calm down when he was with the other kids. Only an hour later you received a call from daycare to go pick him up since he wouldn't stop crying.

Yandere Little Son who learns at home with a private tutor since he doesn't want to be separated from you at any time, he pretends to get along with the tutor in your presence only to kick her hard under the table when you go to the kitchen for lemonade (he gets upset when she takes it easy and doesn't give up)

Yandere Little Son who approaches angrily and kicks his father with all his might (it doesn't hurt) when he sees him kissing you, his little hands push him (without moving him even a millimeter) while he yells at him in a shrill voice.

"Get away from my mommy! Get away, get away!".

Yandere Little Son who every night sleeps in your room regardless of you putting him to bed in his room, he leaves his room to go to yours, climbs into bed and lays right between you and his father, he snuggles up to your side squeezing his teddy bear while asking you to tell him a story (he falls asleep halfway through)

Yandere Little Son who always wants to match your clothes, always helps you in the kitchen when you're cooking something (he ends up covered in flour) and always gives you flowers when you go out and even when you're at home he cuts the flowers from the neighbor's garden to give them to you (your neighbor comes to your house upset because your son pulled out all her daisies)

Yandere Little Son who started crying when he found out you were pregnant and had a little brother or sister, he sobbed clinging to you hiding his face in your stomach saying he doesn't want a little brother or sister.

"NO! Mommy... sniff— sniff... I don't want a brother or sister! You'll stop loving me and only want him! sniff—"

Yandere Little Son who lets you comfort him by taking him in your arms telling him that even if you have another child he will always be your baby, your first son, that you have special affection for him, he stops crying hiding his face in your neck even though your words calm him down, he takes his head out of your neck to look at you his little hands gently grab your cheeks.

"And if I don't like my little brother when he's here... can we return him? Give him to someone else who wants him... ok mommy?"