#we’re human and it’s a struggle we have.

[fee224]

Sickest girls in town

Perfect little family

Rafe woke up to a soft knock on the door that nobody would’ve noticed if he wasn’t such a light sleeper. He rubbed his eyes, leaning up on his elbows as he watched the door creak open and two tiny shadows waddle in, the biggest one struggling to hold a tiny thing as the smaller shadow made her way for rafes side of the bed.

A small rough cough came from Elsie mays throat as she clawed at rafes arms, waiting to be picked up, which she was seconds later, and placed in between rafe and you.

“Daddy I feel sick” Lottie climbed onto the bed with her sister crawling to her mama. Rafe grumbled tiredly, pulling her up to him and swiping a hand over her forehead. “Mmshit” he whispered with his eyes still closed, wanting to fall back asleep. “Y’got a fever baby” he sighed as Lottie got comfortable beside him.

“We all do daddy” Elsie murmured from in between them all as rafe reluctantly woke up. “Yeah? You feel poorly too?”. He smiled, unbothered as Elsie climbed on top of his chest and cuddled into him.

You stirred at the whispering, and the small finger poking into your side, opening your eyes to little Sadies satisfied grin at your consciousness.

“Hey princess” you muttered, turning to rafe who had two girls cuddling close to him. You’re throat felt sore like you could barely talk, and your eyes felt exhausted, the warm blanket was oh so tempting.

“Mornin’ sweet” he sensed your awake presence without squinting an eye open.

“Mommy! We’re sick!” Elsie announced loudly from her perch on daddy’s chest. You smiled tiredly. “Yeah, think me too” you said as loud as you could manage, without your throat stinging.

“Got you all huh?” Rafe rubbed Elsie’s back soothingly as she drifted back to sleep.

“Kicking our sorry butts” you smiled, scooting closer to the poor fool looking after you for the next two days.

Next thing there was sounds coming from the kitchen of cupboards being opened and not closed. “Raccoons back” you sighed “aight im gonna go have a cigarette with the raccoon then I’ll be back Kay?” He winked to you, placing Elsie and Lottie carefully tucked under the comforter and striding out of the room in only his boxers.

You’re eyes felt like they only shut for three seconds when he came back in with bottles of milk and tea for you on a tray with a wide pupilled Barry trailing behind him in a graphic tee and sweatpants.

You sat up against the wall behind your bed, tucking Sadie under your armpit as you fed her a bottle. “The fuck you doin’ in our bedroom, get out perv” he pushed his chest back out into the hallway as Barry trunched back into the kitchen area.

“Thanks rafe” you said calmly as he gave you a gentle smile, rummaging through his drawers. There was a peaceful early morning silence as you sat up in bed, the girls beside you drinking hot milk from their bottles, watching the tv placed on top of a dresser. You listened to the shower through the thin walls.

He came back in minutes later with wet hair and clothes. You stuck your tongue out at him and he blowed you a kiss in return.

He took the best care of his girls for the rest of the day, forcing warm drinks down their throats, providing himself as a human hot water bottle, making chocolate cereals for dinner, bathing all the girls and getting them back into bed while you napped. Rubbing your back as you released dry coughs throughout the night and sitting up with you.

“Love you ray” you whispered with your eyes shut as his hands massaged your back gently, trying to send you to sleep.

“Love you y/n” he kissed the back of your neck, lifting your long hair out of his way.

- fee xxx

[telesilla]

So something came up on Bluesky, a question:

legitimately why are you here (on social media)? i am asking myself the same (other than because of addiction).

And it’s kind of wild, because when I did the math, it is literally 30 years since a very cold night in January of ‘95 when I figured out how to venture from the safe and tame world of AOL out into the wilds of USENET. I spent several hours on a newsgroup dedicated to the works of one of my favorite fantasy authors from my teen years, having a discussion about magic and Christianity with a software engineer in Rotterdam and it was like, oh this is a new thing. I was seriously struggling in those days, figuring out my identity and also the mental illness was coming to the surface more and more, but I knew I’d found a new and important place.

In the last 30 years, I’ve experienced the best and worst of the Internet. I’ve started two relationships online that led to marriage—one disastrous and one happy—and I’ve been through countless flame wars and endless wanks. I have met some amazing people and, to paraphrase, some insufferable people who also met me. And I’ve written. 3m+ words of fiction and who knows how many words of just me talking to people and, sometimes, just yelling into the void. Before February of ‘95 I had never finished a story, because why bother? Writing on paper is hard for me and I only got my PC that Christmas and anyway, I’d told myself stories my whole life. But now…now, I had someone to share them with.

The Internet is younger than I am, but it fits into a long line of brilliant human inventions, from the spoken word, to writing, to printing, to instant communications like telegraphs and telephones, each one seemingly requiring faster and faster adoption. We’re still dealing with the ramifications of instantaneous communication and that was over 100 years ago. No one reading this will be alive when we are able to look back and see how the Internet and social media shaped us as a species.

It’s so easy to look at Elon throwing a Nazi salute and think, “the Internet was a mistake” but tbh, it’s too late for that. I’m sure at least one person looked at the violence and chaos of the Reformation and thought, goddam Gutenberg, this is all your fault. And idk, man, maybe I’m just a naive optimist, but right now, on a cold January night, when the world feels dark, Mongolian horse ranchers are bonding with USAmerican horse girls, and people are watching videos of snowball fights in New Orleans, and someone somewhere is coming out to their online friends using words they might not have had when I was born, and all around the world conversations are happening between people who would never meet face to face—so many flickers of light. Maybe, just maybe, the real Internet is the friends we made along the way.

Happy Internet Anniversary to me.

[eponatheempath]

Astrology observations #5

Virgo placements including sun, moon, rising, etc

While watching a video on YouTube a thought came to mind, and I noticed that people with Virgo placements are the types that want everything to be tidy, clean, and perfect. I think what people with Virgo placements can learn to grow and develop is to throw perfectionism out the window and allow yourself to make mistakes. Develop a growth mindset instead of a fixed mindset which is what I believe most people struggle with because everything needs to be perfect.

Gemini placements

I think people with Gemini placements including sun, mercury, moon and rising I observe that they’re extremely intelligent they know how to negotiate and are friendly unless mean. Gemini is ruled by mercury and the third house of communication I believe that no matter what people think of them they have the courage to stand up their themselves when people don't trust them or doesn't believe in them. People with Gemini placements are meant to be extremely smart and intelligent.

Libra Moon, Rising and Sun

I think people with Libra placements including moon in Libra are either soft or harsh. As Libra myself I believe that we’re good at having manners when chaos happens. I feel like these types of people prefer staying out of trouble because they rather not waste their energy around people or situations that isn't worth their energy. Libras are conscious about conflicts which is why Libras prefer to stay calm or walk away from a situation. Also I think they have good soul because they don't like to cause any havoc and trouble.

Venus placements and your love language

In astrology Venus is the celestial body of love, beauty, aesthetics, and relationships. I believe that our Venus placements tells more about how we love and I strongly believe our love language is key, although the number one key to a healthy and loving relationship is self love. Each and every one of us has Venus in a different sign like a woman who has Venus in Cancer I believe their love language is quality time, acts of service, and sometimes physical touch. As humans I believe our love language is important as loving yourself to be in a healthy and loving relationship. Always ask others what their love language is and be aware of they have evolved. Because self development is important to grow as person and flourish in a relationship and with yourself.

Capricorn placements and why they're so successful

In astrology Capricorn rules the tenth house of career, social status, and public image and Saturn for restrictions, rules, karmic lessons, death, and aging. I observe that people with Capricorn placements are successful if they have any aspects that indicates success. For example, Venus conjunct Midheaven, Sun conjunct Mercury, etc. I think the aspects in your chart will show in your life where you're successful if you have Capricorn placements or not. I have Neptune in Capricorn and if I recall its probably in the 3rd or 2nd house. The most important is pay attention to your aspects in your chart because they will show where you're successful in life.

Taurus people especially those who has disability

From my experience, there's someone I know in real life and her name is Enza she's a woman older than me in a wheel chair she has disability and is disabled. She is so sweet and her zodiac sign is Taurus. I think my impressions of people who has Taurus placements are the sweetest. I feel they don't get enough for being sweet, kind, and caring because their qualities are their super power. Kindness has a power and its super powerful than hate and discord. Do yourself a favor and find someone who has any Taurus placements. I love Taurus people they're so sweet and kind.

If you come this far, thank you for reading, and for my moon in the signs and houses post there will be a delay because I may take longer for it to finish and edit before I publish this week. If you enjoy my astrology content please like and reblog. 😊

[tareqabuassi-gaza]

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The Heartbreaking Reality of Gaza's Destruction 🌍💔

This photo speaks volumes of the unimaginable devastation in Gaza. Entire neighborhoods have been reduced to rubble, homes destroyed, and families left with nothing but the haunting memories of what they’ve lost. Each shattered building holds stories of dreams, love, and life – now turned into ashes.

The Human Struggle Behind the Rubble 🏚️😭

Among the millions affected, my own family is enduring unimaginable pain. We’ve been displaced nine times, narrowly escaping death each time. My three little daughters are battling illness caused by the lack of clean water, food, and shelter. We’re living in a tent under the cold sky, carrying the weight of fear and loss every single day.

How You Can Make a Difference 💞

Your support can bring light to this darkness. A small donation can help provide food, water, and basic supplies to my family and countless others who are suffering. Together, we can give hope to those who need it most.

If you wish to donate or help, feel free to reach out. 📩

Every act of kindness, no matter how small, can be a lifeline for families like mine. Let’s unite to heal Gaza. 🌟

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[itscamile222]

Hallo !! I just wanted to ask for some advice if that’s alright.

So I have been trying to reality shift a bit more lately, albeit I haven’t been able to for a few reasons but one of the main ones is I sometimes feel like I’m forcing it. I don’t know why, I just have this nagging feeling like I’m not being patient or content with my journey or my efforts. I don’t know if it’s because of my fear of succeeding or failing, even though I have shifted before..

I will admit, I don’t attempt to shift as much as I want to, but I would like to hear some advice if u have any !!

hallo beautiful 💗💗

if you feel you’re forcing it, don’t worry too much , it could just be your brains playing tricks on you. anyway, you could try doing things that feel more natural to you. daydreaming, thinking as your dr self… it’s all try & error until you find something you feel comfortable doing.

we’re all impatient on our journey. i mean, we can live in our favourite movies and have our dream life! who wouldn’t be?? you’re not alone in this one, i totally get you. i also struggle a bit with both fear of failing and the fear of succeeding. it’s something natural as humans beings we are. but don’t allow your fears to affect you, don’t let them overpower you.

you already shifted and you will again. you’re capable of doing it. you always were and always will. trust yourself and don’t give up.

hope i helped 💕

[cve-th3mvsic]

to anybody and everybody who has a uterus, still gets their period, and uses pads when they’re on their period:

do you ever think you’re like, at the end of your cycle or that your period is done, and you should be done bleeding, (and you’re also js secretly desperately hoping in your mind that you’re done bleeding right now because you’re just so done with it and don’t wanna wear the damn pad anymore), so you decide to not wear a pad/not put on a new one because there wasn’t anything on it before and you’re like almost sure that you should be done, but then later, the next time you use the bathroom, you realize, whoops!! you’re wrong. you are still bleeding, and, just to your luck, you bled through your underwear. and now you’re extra upset because you really hoped that you were done and you really didn’t wanna have to put a pad on, but it bled through and now you have to put a pad on again. and what’s even worse, it didn’t just get on your underwear. it might’ve even gotten on your pants/shorts, or your inner thighs. so now you probably feel gross, and you feel like you have to shower asap.. because who would want to keep the blood on their inner thighs? 

it’s such a disappointment. especially when it’s a lot of blood.

(i don’t mean this in a pissed tf off kind of tone, i’m just bummed out about it. this happened to me today, which is why i’m posting this. i wanna know if anybody else relates)

___

also, i’ve seen lots of people say that apparently, to some people in society, talking about periods/menstruation is considered a weird thing to do. the people that i’ve seen say that have also said that we should normalize talking about periods.

we should 100% normalize talking about it.

we’re fucking humans and it happens to us. we bleed down there. it’s a normal thing for us people with a uterus. hate to break it to ya, but we can’t change that. and ya know, if i could i would. if i could choose to not have a period anymore, i wouldn’t have it. — it should not be weird to talk about periods, or what it’s like having a period. that shouldn’t be considered weird.

like be for real.

the human body is a strange thing (in my opinion), but definitely not strange enough to be something i wouldn’t talk about.

i think that this kind of thing/topic may be something that not many people would have the confidence or guts(?) to talk about .

to the people who may be too scared to talk about the struggles of having a period and what it’s like: i’ll say it for us. i’ll talk about it.

we bleed down there. it’s not very fun. when it starts, it’ll probably get on our underwear if we don’t put a pad on or use some other kind of feminine product to stop it from doing so. (i only use pads, so i dunno what it’s like using a tampon or whatever the other options there are). sometimes, it bleeds through our clothes. like our underwear or shorts/pants. it might be embarrassing if someone sees it, but hey, shit happens. if it does, we shouldn’t be judged for it. it happens, it’s not fun. but it’s not weird.

i mean, honestly, (in a similar scenario), if i peed my pants, hell yah i’d be embarrassed. but dude, i couldn’t get to the bathroom soon enough to go pee and prevent that. yah that sucks, but don’t judge me for it. and don’t compare me to a kid or call me a kid if i pee my pants either. i couldn’t get to the bathroom soon enough to pee, that doesn’t make me a child. i just couldn’t hold it in. big deal. it’s not funny, and it shouldn’t be.

and if you don’t wanna hear about this, cool. you don’t have to.

and ya know, there’s an option of simply scrolling past the post. of simply not reading it. you can ignore this. scroll away. it’s fine. i mean, if you’ve read to here at this point, you did choose to do so.

so if you read this and got uncomfortable, maybe don’t read it. if you’ve become uncomfortable by reading this, maybe you could have not clicked the “Keep reading” button to prevent that.

(i mean, sometimes curiosity kills the cat, but still)

if you did get uncomfortable by reading this, don’t mention it here please. please don’t reply to this post about it. it’d be nice. go talk to someone else about it. i cannot force you to not reply, but i can ask you.

you have your opinions too, and that is 100% okay. we all have opinions. we should be able to share them.

but if they include that you think that the stuff mentioned in this post is weird or gross, please do not reply to this post. i ask you very kindly.

i mean this respectfully, i don’t wanna hear about it. if you disagree with me and what i posted, please go somewhere else to talk about it. i’d rather you not tell me. i cannot stop you, but i’d like you to know that i do not want to hear about your opinion if it is negative. again, respectfully, please go somewhere else to discuss your opinion if you disagree or have a very strong and negative opinion on this.

i do not tolerate any kind of hate. i will not tolerate if you decide to reply to this post, (in any way, whether it’s a reply in the messages thingy or a reblog), with hate or discrimination. if you reply with hateful words or discrimination, you will be blocked. i don’t know if you care about that, but please, take your negative opinion(s) elsewhere. it is not okay to discriminate.

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[itspileofgoodthings]

one of my fave things about teaching is that I’m NOT a counselor and I don’t have to get into the weeds with a student but also I’m part of their life every day and i see when they’re struggling and I can ask how them how they’re doing and make sure that they know I see them on a steady, daily basis and it will be healing for both of us

[aspiringhorrorauthor]

Just read a post about how you shouldn’t trust a doctor who rushes you and like, yes I fully understand the frustration, so here’s what you can do to stop yourself being rushed:

-ask for a double appointment

-ask for a triple appointment

-fuck it ask for an hour long appointment if you think it’ll help

-be outright about what you want/need from an appointment. If you need more time to process information, say that. If you need the doctor to write out all information, say that. If you have a complex case/long history, say that!

-list all the reasons why you want to see the doctor/vet that day and please don’t sugar coat it. “Been vomiting” is a ten minute fix. “Been vomiting after every meal for the past two years” is not. It needs a double appointment and possibly a referral too.

Doctors and vets are overworked to fuck and exploited to hell. Help us out a little, please

[whenthemarshmallowmettheslayer]

I’ve had a job I’ve worked at for two years. If management wasn’t so bad and I didn’t have to worry about my bills I would have stayed at that job even though I’ve had to deal with a good amount of bad customers. I genuinely loved the job itself.

[void-tiger]

Maybe I’m doing pretty well at containing this, actually. Or at least not the WORST about it…

[00-oh-yanno-00]

i have to work today and i’ll be honest, homies, if i get one more “aw you have to work on chriwtmas :(“ from a customer or another “ik its chriwrmss but we still have a call flow :(“ from management i’m going to throw the whole company into the ocean and then myself off a bridge

[mohammedaldeeb]

A Humanitarian Appeal from the Depths of Suffering🥹:

The War on Gaza, Our Losses, and the Struggles We Endure

In these difficult and painful times😔, I find it hard to find words that truly express the depth of the suffering I, 💔😓

along with my family, am going through. I am writing this message from a place of desperation and need, as a doctor working in a hospital in Gaza. Life here has become a constant battle for survival, and each day brings new challenges that test our will to continue😭.

We were once living a peaceful and stable life🙂, building our hopes and dreams😥, working towards a future for ourselves and our loved ones🥺.

However, the recent war on Gaza has turned our world upside down😢. I have lost my job💔,

and with it, my only source of income, due to the destruction of the facilities where I worked😭.

The physical destruction around us has been devastating😓, and many projects I was involved in to support the families of patients have come to a halt😢. The economic losses are staggering, and the road to recovery seems almost impossible😥.

The war on Gaza has not only taken our peace of mind but has also brought with it an unbearable level of suffering😓.

The cost of living has skyrocketed,

and we are struggling to meet even the most basic needs of daily life😣.

The situation has become unbearable, and it feels like we’re trapped in a vicious cycle of poverty, fear, and despair.

How can a family survive when they cannot even afford food, let alone the necessities of life?😭😥💔

As a doctor, I stand at the frontline, trying to save lives amidst the wreckage of war😢.

I treat the injured, manage critical cases, and do my best to bring comfort to those who need it most. 🥹

However, at the same time, I face personal struggles that are just as overwhelming😢. The hospital is in dire need of medical supplies and personnel, and we are doing all we can to save lives with limited resources. But the pain of seeing my own family suffering while I try to help others is a constant burden.

How can I help those in need when I cannot even provide for my loved ones?😣😣

Today, as I face this immense struggle😔,

I turn to you, dear reader, with a plea for help🙏🏻😥.

This is not just a request for personal assistance🙏🏻🥹, but a desperate call for hope and a chance to rebuild my life and support my family.

I need your help to share my story😓, so that it reaches as many people as possible.

Your support, through donations and sharing this story, will allow me to help my family escape the horrors of war and start a new life abroad, where we can live in safety and dignity🙏🏻🥹❤️.

I need the resources to travel abroad to continue my education l😔and provide a future for my family🙏🏻😓. Pursuing my studies and advancing my career in medicine is my way of ensuring that I can make a lasting difference, both for myself and for the people of Gaza. But I cannot do this alone.

The funds I am seeking will help me cover travel expenses, medical costs for my family, and the basic needs that we are struggling to meet each day😥.

The financial burden is overwhelming😭,

and without your support, I fear that my dreams, and the future of my family, will slip further out of reach😥😭💔.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a difference.

Every act of kindness, every person who shares this message, will help light the way for us in this dark time🙏🏻😢.

I humbly ask you to help me spread this story. Share this story with your friends, family, and networks. Let it reach those who have the means and the will to help🥹���❤️.

Together, we can make a difference. Your kindness, your generosity, and your willingness to stand by us will mean the world💝🥹🙏🏻.

In these dark times, solidarity is the light that can guide us😔💔. Your support is not just an act of charity; it is an act of humanity❤️❤️.

You are not only helping an individual, but you are also supporting a family in dire need of hope and a better future😃❤️.

I will forever be grateful for any assistance you can provide, whether it’s a financial contribution, sharing this story, or offering a kind word of encouragement.

Your help will give us the strength to continue, and it will remind us that in the midst of all this suffering, there is still hope, there is still kindness, and there are still people who care😃❤️.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart❤️❤️, for your time, your attention, and your compassion.

Together, we can create a future where we can live with dignity, rebuild what has been lost😔, and give our children the hope they deserve💝🥹🙏🏻.

Solidarity is Hope, and Helping is Life💚❤️💛🖤🇵🇸 .

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[falesten-iw]

There’s a bittersweet joy in witnessing the struggles of the Syrian people bear moments of hope, but it feels like a fleeting spark, a fragile light overshadowed by deeper, relentless forces. Can we call this freedom? Or is it just a brief pause in a cycle of pain that has gripped us for far too long?

For decades, the Middle East has been scarred by war, division, and unimaginable suffering. These aren’t random tragedies, they are deliberate, calculated acts meant to maintain control. As long as Zionism continues to reshape the region, inching closer to the goal of a Greater Israel, true freedom for any of us will remain a distant dream.

But freedom isn’t just about removing one dictator or another. Real freedom requires dismantling the entire system that keeps us in chains. It’s about a shift in power, a dismantling of structures that oppress us all. Until Palestine is free, until the people who are suffering are allowed to breathe, none of us can say we’re free.

This isn’t just a political issue for me, it’s personal. My family in Gaza is living through an unthinkable reality: genocide, freezing cold nights without shelter, hunger, and prices so high that survival is a struggle each day. They’re stuck in a nightmare that keeps getting worse, and their suffering is not just a faraway tragedy, it’s a pain that echoes through me.

And yet, despite the immense pain, I hold on to hope. Because I know that change is possible. Every small donation, every act of solidarity, can ripple outward and transform lives. This isn’t just charity, it’s resistance. It’s standing together to defy those who profit from our suffering. You have the power to be part of this change. Stand with Gaza. Stand for freedom. Stand for humanity.

This campaign is for 26 lives hanging by a thread, including two orphaned children and a family member suffering from hemiplegia after being hit by shrapnel during a bombing. She urgently needs surgery to replace infected plates in her body. The situation is dire, and every day is a battle. The video showing the injured family member was shared earlier in this post: Link.

Please help us ! Donate and reblog this post to spread our story.

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Listed as number 282 in "The Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser Spreadsheet" compiled by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi : Link

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Additionally, Al Jazeera News has documented apart of my family's case: Link

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[bandydear]

Land acknowledgments be like: I would like to acknowledge the traditional, ancestral, unceded territory of the First Nations band we had to google before writing this an hour before the presentation on which we are learning, working and organizing today. I think it’s important to acknowledge the land because growing up as an immigrant here, I never heard the traditional names of the territories. I still don’t use them because, frankly, they’re difficult to pronounce and I don’t like learning things where I can be corrected. Indigenous people were talked about in the past tense and all the struggles they faced were in the past tense as well. It is easier to deny Indigenous people their rights if we historicize their struggles and simply pretend they don’t exist. As an activist, I would like to take this opportunity to commit myself to the struggle against the systems of oppression that have dispossessed Indigenous people of their lands and denied their rights to self-determination, work that is essential to human rights work across the world. I’m not going to invite any Indigenous voices to participate though. We invited one elder here to give us permission to guilt trip everyone in this room for five minutes, but we are making no effort to support the existing Indigenous community. We plan to continue ignoring them after patting ourselves on the back for this acknowledgement too. It’s not that we’re against adding indigenous voices, it’s just not the time and place for it. If anything, we’re for the further segregation of our cultures, because we feel guilty and uncomfortable at the poverty these communities continue to live in when we charged $100 a ticket for everyone to be here.

[jouno-s]

yes seeing the palestine tags not trending for days in a row is disheartening — but that doesn’t mean we’re not talking about it. we are still talking and sharing and reading and we will continue to do so until palestine and every other group of people struggling for freedom are liberated, and beyond.

we have known since this intense new wave of ‘israeli’ aggression started that all social media platforms have been suppressing all forms of palestinian content. so do not become disheartened or demotivated by the lack of tags trending—

*because that does not mean we have stopped talking.*

as people who are not currently in palestine, and especially as non-palestinians, we do not have the right to become demotivated by anything in this situation. we do not have the right to complain that it seems like nothing is changing. we do not have the right to lose hope when palestinians have been passionately fighting the occupation since it began.

and, do not forget about the other struggles for liberation in the world right now. keep talking about palestine, keep talking about congo, keep talking about sudan, about the uyghurs, about the rohingya, about *humanity.*

from the river to the sea 🇵🇸

[aajjks]

Wifey and Groceries (m)

synopsis. Another day, another shenanigan. Going grocery shopping with your nightmare of a roommate who really wants to fuck you, can’t be that much of a struggle, can it?

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: crack, 18+

warnings: grôcêry stôre shênânîgâns, flïrty jungkôôk, ôbsêssêd jungkôôk, tsûndêrê yôû, împlîcît sêxûâl jôkês, ânnôyîng jungkôôk whô wôn’t stôp bâbyîng yôû, lïkè îf yôû thïnk lâûghîng îs flïrtîng.

note. I never imagined receiving so much love on stuff like this but thank you- thank you so much for sending so much love on stuck with you and loving our horny roommate jaykay so much. 😵‍💫🥺 so on high demand here is another part. If this flops like I’m expecting well- umm but anyways I hope you guys enjoy this but please share your thoughts and feedback and if this also becomes a hit, I will write another part and I will really make this a series!! ENJOY!

“Jungkook, I swear to God, put that back.”

What did you do so wrong in your past life to deserve this kind of torture in the human form of your roommate, Jeon Jungkook?

You cannot believe this.

You glare at the ridiculous amount of instant ramen he’s just dumped into the cart, your fingers gripping the handle so tightly your knuckles are white.

It’s the third time he’s done this, and you’re this close to losing it in the middle of the aisle.

“What? We’re gonna need it,” he says, all faux innocence, holding up one of the packs like it’s a sacred artifact. “You never know when there’s gonna be a ramen emergency.”

“There’s never going to be a ramen emergency, you idiot,” you snap, shoving the packs back onto the shelf. “Stop acting like a child.”

Jungkook gasps, clutching his chest like you’ve just mortally wounded him. “Wow. You’re so mean to me. Is this what married life is gonna be like?”

“Married life?” You look at him like he’s grown a second head. “We’re not even—why are you like this?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,”

he smirks, leaning casually on the cart. “We’re grocery shopping together, picking out ingredients for our future home-cooked meals. Pretty much married already.”

“Jungkook, I’m going to kill you.”

“Whoa, whoa, Mrs. Jeon, let’s not resort to violence,” he teases, pushing the cart forward as you glare at him. “Not when we’re still in our honeymoon phase.”

MRS JEON???? What the fuck is he barking about?

You shove the cart to a halt, ignoring the way he laughs at your frustration. “Stop calling me that. And stop putting random crap in the cart!”

“I’m not putting random crap in the cart.” He points to the giant stuffed bear sticking out of the basket. “This guy’s coming home with us. He’ll be perfect for our couch.”

“Jungkook, we don’t even have a couch.”

“Yet,” he says, grinning. “But when we do, he’s gonna look great. You’ll see.”

You groan, turning your back on him to grab the toothpaste you actually came for. But before you can even decide between mint or charcoal,

Jungkook sidles up behind you, way too close for comfort.

“Why are we even looking at toothpaste,” he murmurs, voice low, “when your smile’s already perfect?”

Your jaw drops. “Are you serious right now?”

“Always, babe.” He smirks, leaning casually against the shelf like he’s in a photoshoot. “You should get used to it. You’re stuck with me.”

“Stuck with you?” You scoff, shoving the toothpaste into the cart. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I don’t need to. You do it for me,” he fires back, trailing after you like a lost puppy as you head toward the produce section.

You ignore him, but it’s impossible when he suddenly grabs a cucumber and holds it up like a microphone.

“So, tell me,” he says, pretending to interview you, “what’s it like to be out grocery shopping with the man of your dreams?”

“Man of my nightmares, you mean,” you mutter, snatching the cucumber from his hand and tossing it into the cart.

“You wound me,” he says dramatically, clutching his chest like you’ve just shot him.

Then he grabs a pack of strawberries and holds it up.

“What about these? Strawberries for my sweetheart?”

“Your sweetheart isn’t here, Jungkook,” you deadpan.

He’s really testing your patience right now.

“Sure she is.” He winks, tossing the strawberries in the cart before you can protest.

By the time you reach the checkout line, your cart is a chaotic mix of actual groceries and Jungkook’s ridiculous additions, including the giant stuffed bear he refused to leave behind.

He’s a big man child.

As the cashier starts scanning your items, Jungkook casually drapes an arm around your shoulder.

“By the way,” he says, flashing his signature grin, “this is my girlfriend. Isn’t she pretty?”

Your brain short-circuits. “What—no, I’m not—;”

“She’s just shy,” Jungkook interrupts, squeezing your shoulder.

“But yeah, she’s the love of my life. Isn’t that right, babe?”

Why is your heart fluttering?

You slap his arm off you, your face burning as the cashier tries to hold back a laugh. “Jungkook, shut up.”

Just shut up before I shove my fist up your mouth.

He just laughs, that loud, obnoxious laugh that makes you want to scream and smile at the same time.

As you drag him out of the store, he’s still grinning like he’s just won the lottery. “Admit it,” he says, nudging your shoulder.

“You had fun.”

You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrays you, twitching up into a reluctant smile. “You’re insufferable.”

He really is insufferable and you’re constantly suffering.

“And yet, here we are,” he teases, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Wanna grab ice cream on the way home, wifey?”

You groan, but you don’t shove him off this time.