#you receive : Heart Attack

[fisheito]

"OI, DON'T LAUGH! "

nope sory is time for laugh i am laughing I've been laugh inh for the last 11 hours

[kitsune-kaos]

Finally finished Attack on Titan. My God. Just. Wow.

[wellpresseddaisy]

This is actually excellent news:

So, Harris is actually leading in both bellwether counties in PA: Northampton and Lehigh. That was the canary in the coalmine in 2016 that the Clinton campaign was failing to reach voters. That she's up by a decent margin in both polls is extremely encouraging.

[waywardsculs-a2]

@futurequeenxhell

“Papa! I wanna fly too!” 6 year old Charlie attempts to jump from her bedroom window like she saw in a movie .

( for Lucifer- this is hatedbeing’s other side blog ;3 ))

UNPROMPTED // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

If there was one thing he was grateful for, it was most definitely his reaction time in this moment. No sooner had he seen his toddler daughter so much as step toward the window did wings instantly spring free, propelling him forward faster than the eye could see just in time to wrap arms around her tiny frame - right as she launched herself out of the window.

With Charlie safe and sound in his hold, at the very least, Lucifer released a quiet sigh of relief as he cradled her in his arms, one hand gently rubbing along her back as he easily hovered in place mid - air.

" Charlie , sweetheart ... You can't just be jumping out of windows like that . You'll end up getting hurt . " He scolded softly, lips pressing a kiss against her forehead. " If the day comes where you grow wings of your own , princess , I promise to teach you how to fly , but please don't do that again . "

[rafent]

[ scold ] + [ stare ]

Three strikes marks the necessity for intervention, and a third glance thrown her way and caught in the action has a girl stand quietly from where she works.

With calm but unrelenting confidence—not violent, not forceful, but surely unstoppable in the way Poe often asserts herself—she places a hand on the wall behind Rafal. It is all too easy to forget that the two are the same height until they stand in such close quarters, though she of course thinks herself the bigger person here in all respects. A lion-tamer does not shrink from her cats, and nor does Poe from her villain. Pink meets red as she forces their gazes to lock.

(The door has long since been closed. For the intent of dulling the echo of idle conversation and passers-by darting to-and-fro while the two of them work, but with the effect instead of creating an empty room.

Naught exists unless it is witnessed, and this applies to actions too.)

"When you look at me like that—" She leans in. Mere inches separate them. "—do you think yourself subtle, Rafal?"

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 scold — your muse scolding mine for something stare — your muse staring mine down

For once it was not singly the Corrupted who qualified as corpses come alive. This living corpse, perfectly breathing and yet frozen over as if with postmortem stiffness, stilled with arms held parallel at his sides in the manner of two planks. A single careless movement would brush him against her, and so it was careless movements that he avoided. Such caution marked the extreme level of proximity between them. And, in that, the sheer audacity also.

He glowered even as he could curse only himself. So rarely did a powerful Fell Dragon of all creatures find himself walking upon hot coals, as this one did now. To be reduced to a profane state of powerlessness by human hands capsized the natural order. A measly broad to commit the deed; a weak and inferior girl-thing; so audacious as to trap him against the wall; so audacious as to pique his interest. Rafal who would sooner not admit to either decided naturally upon the third option.

"I may not have been the most well concealed, I will admit." Like tentative paw-steps placed one before the other, words left him in similar fashion, slow and wary of forces unseen. Gaze avoidant. "But merely looking is not a secret worth guarding. There is not a soul alive who has faced retribution just for that."

The liberty of his escape denied, and all but seized by his scruff, irritated reception left him in place of denial. Hardly an improvement by most standards, but those of the Fell kind did atrocious things to survive. As he would do in this pinch. In the quiet of the office den, his inscrutable stare turned upon Poe properly, navigating from eyes, to nose, to mouth. "Furthermore, some truths are better left unearthed. Now that you have revealed me, do you trust that I will leave you alone? That you will be able to handle the most fearsome truth of all?"

An unspeakable threat, a deep liquid purr building in the gullet, all were harbinger to a resistance soon to skin and appearances to unravel. His furtive behavior had peeked out due to a clever eye, he ought to reward its observations - and the seeker of truth - with a punishment as beastly as deserved. At this impossible distance between man and woman soft lips enslaved all attention. Enraptured and looking nowhere else, he made it no secret now where his fantasies pooled. One half-step brought him forward, chest nearly to chest, a change of the tides and defiance of the prey.

The urge to lift his hand twitched in hanging fingers, and when they at last moved, it was the soft side of Poe's face which he touched. . .then promptly shoved aside to walk past. ". . .There is a piece of food stuck to your teeth. Most interesting to look at, but not to your desire I would presume. Best see to it."

[moonlit-orchid]

Normal people: vent about their feelings in a diary or blog post

Me: makes a whole ass zine at nearly midnight

[caelcstis]

💋 for Min and Jupe

kiss drabbles. // @r3dblccd currently accepting.

everything felt so heavy. his bones, his eyes, his chest. gods, his chest still ached and if he breathed too deeply, he could feel his lungs tickle and it made him cough. easy, idiot. he scolded himself. SLOW, deep breaths. he wasn't panicking anymore and his lungs weren't fucking him over in the process.

his coughing had to have caught minsung's attention, how could it not? he saw how high strung he was when jupiter's panic attack turned into a minor asthma attack instead. as calm as he acted, he could see it in minsung's body and in his eyes just how worried he was. he was like a spring coiled so tight, ready to jump loose. he felt their bed shift beside him and jupiter had barely opened his eyes to see minsung hanging over him slightly.

jupiter reached to rub at his swollen eyes, nearly shut from his crying and sleeping after his attack. "m'fine..." he reassured. he heard the breath leave minsung's nose, as if all his concerns left in one fell swoop. jupiter really was fine, just tired. he always felt worn out after a panic attack, his lungs just thought it to be a wonderful time to also clock out in that moment as well. he peered up through his squinted gaze and looked up at minsung.

he huffed a little and held an arm out while he was still rubbing at his eye with the other hand. "c'mere." he demanded softly, and like a well behaved pup, his boyfriend made to lay with him again. jupiter rolled over to his side and curled right up into the warm frame. his arm laid lazily over minsung's waist and his fingers were running little circles and stars on his back. he felt little kisses pressed atop his head that it made his scalp go numb and jupiter whined quietly. affection really was a weak spot for him, someone who rarely received it ever in his twenty-three years of life.

"i said i'm fine..." he tried to argue, as weak as it was- and minsung knew it was a weak fight.

he knew with each kiss, it made jupiter's own anxieties and exhaustion flee from his body to where he could actually relax. and they were just as gentle as they rolled down from his head to his cheeks, all the way down to his lips. a soft contented sigh exhaled from jupiter's nose finally feeling minsung's lips atop his own. the kiss wasn't anything spectacular, nor was it for very long. perhaps his boyfriend was still being a little cautious with his body, and jupiter was thankful for it. any other time he'd argue and say he was fine . . . but jupiter knew himself. he knew he really wasn't himself right now. he was better compared to a few hours ago, but he wasn't one hundred still.

the kisses made it a little better, though.

[save-mohamed-family]

My campaign is verified and added to the Gaza Donations page with number 192.

Thank you for documenting my campaign from the following accounts:

@sar-soor @heba-20 @el-shab-hussein @90-ghost @soon-palestine@ibtisams @marnota @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @i-am-aprl @northgazaupdates @fallahifag @fairuzfan

I love you all 🙏🙏♥️🌹

I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a father of three children: Abdulrahman, 6 years old, Sarah, 4 years old, and Lina, 3 years old.

My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters, who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, I am facing a severe injury to my leg, which is at risk of amputation if I do not receive the necessary treatment. My wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, and my wife is also suffering from uterine cancer.

Recently, I moved to the south of the Gaza Strip, fearing for the lives of my children. We left behind our memories and our new home, for which we had not finished paying the installments, in addition to losing my job. Currently, I live in a tent that does not protect me from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and without the minimum necessary livinng basics including water, food medical care, clothe and even bedding .

I suffer from a chronic asthma and severe attacks from tightness and an extreme allergy in the ear and I need medicine that are not available, or very expensive .

Under these difficult circumstances, after five attempts at displacement and narrowly escaping death from the bombing, I am trying with all my might to protect my family, the most precious thing I have.

My dreams were shattered, and my house was destroyed, and I found myself living in a tent no larger than 4 square metres. My work turned from a tailor to a street vendor in order to barely buy a few crumbs of bread to feed my children.

Look at what happened to my children because of the intense heat and the insects that thrive in the summer season. Every day, I take them to the hospital to treat them due to poisonous insect bites. I implore every kind-hearted soul to help me protect my children.

My son, Abdul Rahman, has a deep passion for playing football and is a devoted fan of Real Madrid. He always dreamed of playing football at his school, but the war prevented this dream from coming true.

Where are you, Real Madrid fans ?

Help Abdul Rahman achieve his dream.

Every donation will make an enormous difference in helping me save my family.

I feel very sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know that this request is difficult, but I also know that there is still humanity and living consciences and I believe in miracles.

Your support during this extremely difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.

If you have any inquiries or questions, feel free to ask me, please!

To everyone with a compassionate heart,

To all who understand the essence of humanity,

This is a message from my innocent children, who trust that their words will reach everyone who truly understands the meaning of childhood.

We cry out to you, asking you to feel our sorrow and pain, and to extend a helping hand to us in this time when we are in desperate need of your mercy and compassion.

My name is being repeatedly added to many public and private donation campaigns. Please, be a support for me in this difficult situation.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview

Sincere greetings & thanks

Mohammed & the family

[buttercuparry]

Recently there has been a fall in engagement with Palestinian content on tumblr, and for those of us who are helping Palestinians fundraise it is very obvious that this has happened directly after the very public smear campaigns, carried out by some racist users with significant followings.

It seems half the site somehow found it easier to believe in the horseshit about “belgian scam rings” and “russian botnets” in an effort to justify their apathy towards genocide victims, and the other half seems to think that everything is over and that the evil was defeated just because some racist bloggers got run off the site after giving half-hearted apologies that did nothing to mitigate the damage they had done.

THERE ARE PEOPLE STILL IN DIRE NEED OF HELP !! There are people who are still getting death threats from zionists every day and have to stay on this godforsaken website because their gofundmes haven't reached their endgoals yet...

I'm going to keep this brief:

Siraj's ( @siraj2024 ) family including his parents, and his five siblings and their families were displaced during the recent attacks by IOF on deir al balah

This means there are now 23 family members that Siraj is the sole provider for at the moment. 

10 of those members are young children.

Siraj's wife, Halima, is having a terrible flareup of eczema and his children are suffering from skin infections and badly need medical attention.

This whole family has been living in unhygienic conditions in 2 tents, packed like sardines during this heatwave, leading to spread of infections between them as well– all during a time where hygiene products have become unaffordable due to the israeli blockade, and when water has become scarce, and kids cant even receive life saving vaccinations during polio epidemic.

All this while everyday siraj risks his life trying to reach out to us from an internet point amidst violence and shelling from the IOF in what once was a “humanitarian safe zone”, even more desperately than before because–

THIS FUNDRAISER IS NOW THE ONLY LIFELINE FOR FIVE FAMILIES INSTEAD OF JUST ONE !!

Currently at $55,614/ $82,000 CAD

TIME IS RUNNING OUT!! We have to get to 60k by thursday i.e WITHIN THE NEXT THREE DAYS!! DONATE AND BOOST

Vetting link #219

If you want additional incentive to donate, pls check out:

Art raffle here (ending in 4 days!!!) - where you get to win this zine as a prize as well for as low as $5 for 1 entry, please dont miss it !!

[persephoneflouwers]

I mean there was a period of time where you were saying shitty things about both Harry and Louis. And it was more mean comments than little criticisms. I can understand why people wouldn't want to see that. It didn't bother me because I agreed with every word you said lmaoooooo. But also people are incredibly sensitive on here and can't handle reading one bad word about their faves.

If there are particular blogs and content you want to be able to interact with again I would just message the blogger. There's no harm in doing so. Chances are they might not even remember why they blocked you in the first place lol.

Alright but how do I message them if I am blocked 🤧

[girlfictions]

something i’ve been thinking about lately is like. growing up muslim right after 9/11 is something i’d never really reflected on much because it was all i’d ever known — at 5, my friend’s mum didn’t let her invite me to her birthday party because i was the only brown girl in our class, at 12, my classmates would joke about my family being part of isis, at 16, my dad was interrogated by american airport security for hours — and it always stung and it always hurt but it was just the way things were because the western world hated muslims. but i don’t think i’ve ever fully comprehended the extent to which we were hated until now.

palestine is being turned into a mass graveyard. every single day there are new photos of the atrocities being carried out against them and videos of them pleading for help and still those who can actually intervene turn a blind eye. israel is claiming to only be targeting hamas “terrorists” while bombing a refugee camp. israeli police raided and assaulted a non-zionist jewish neighbourhood. israeli soldiers are posting tiktoks of them torturing captured palestinians. this is not a complicated issue and it never has been. ethnic cleansing is being committed right in front of us. and yet the western world leaders refuse to call for a ceasefire.

and while zionist organisations accuse pro-palestine demonstrations of anti-semitism, while zionist celebrities insist that they’re afraid to leave their mansions in los angeles, a six year old muslim boy was stabbed to death and his mother wounded in the same attack in chicago. a muslim doctor was murdered while sitting outside her apartment complex in texas. hundreds of peaceful protesters have been arrested (many of whom have been jewish). despite what zionists want you to believe, this is not a jewish/muslim conflict. i have so much love and gratitude to my brave jewish brothers and sisters all over the world who are condemning israel for their actions.

ultimately, israel have been granted impunity by the west. they have slaughtered thousands upon thousands of innocent palestinians. they have bombed hospitals and schools indiscriminately. they have used white phosphorus, violating the geneva convention. they have completely eradicated nearly 900 bloodlines. how many more need to be wiped out? how many more children need to be buried underneath the rubble? how many more doctors need to be confronted with the bodies of their own family members? how many more journalists need to detail the horrific acts of violence they are witnessing? what more can be done to the palestinian people that has not been done already?

i truly believe that palestine will be free one day. i believe the palestinian people will receive the justice they finally deserve. but what breaks my heart is how much they have suffered and will continue to suffer before they are deemed worthy of help. and it would be to all of our detriment if we ignored how much of a factor palestine being a predominantly muslim state has played into the way the world has reacted to their genocide.

[st4rd0lly]

i saw your tag about a 15 y/o following you and i swear they see MDNI and they still go ahead and interact

i've had once a minor like one of my posts (which i thought it was a mistake, since it could have been found on their dash or general tags) but later on they liked my rules post which, ironically, the first thing its says is not to interact if you're under 18, and they still followed me right the second they liked it.

like- be fr, it says you're 16 in your bio. are you being disrespectful on purpose or you just liked my rules without reading?

-🥮

IT’S SO 😭😭😭 i know they have reading comprehension skills, i know they do so why !! it’s one thing to read it, i can’t control you and i’m not responsible for you . but if someone says to not interact if you are a minor then don’t !! it’s not that hard

[ahmed0khalil]

Hello, among the hundreds of tragic stories, I am sharing my painful story.

My name is Ahmed Khalil, I am 6 years old. I was at the beginning of my education, trying to learn, participate, and play with other children. My family consists of 8 members, including my mother and father. My father has diabetes, my brother Fathi is blind, my other brother Abdullah has autism, and my brother Mohammed was injured in his leg by shrapnel from rockets.

On October 7, 2023, the war began and has not stopped since. The airstrikes and Israeli shelling caused fear for me and my family. We could not endure the massive explosions that felt like recurring earthquakes and the red flames sweeping through the area. We were forced to flee to southern Gaza based on orders from the Israeli forces, leaving our beautiful apartments behind. We went to a UN refugee school in Deir al-Balah to escape the terror and death.

We stumbled into a different life full of suffering from every side, living through the most painful hell of war. I developed malnutrition due to contaminated water, poor hygiene, and the spread of infectious diseases with no suitable medicine available.

The situation is catastrophic and unbearable. “There is only death left in Gaza. Even death has become a privilege because it provides a sense of relief.” My older brother Mohammed and I begged our father to leave Gaza, but it was extremely difficult due to the high costs. My father lost all his property during the war, including his electronics repair center and apartment, which were completely destroyed, so he has nothing to help us travel out of Gaza. There is no safe place in the Gaza Strip.

I pray every moment for the end of this war and a ceasefire. The ceasefire is not just a call; it is a desperate cry to end the helplessness and despair spreading to every corner after more than 11 months of war. We flee from death every day, only to wake up the next morning to try to escape it again. My heart is heavy, unable to bear the recurring nightmares, and the overwhelming flood of news about blood, displacement, loss, and despair pouring from Gaza.

Every minute feels like a struggle. No one should have to endure this injustice, segregation, and discrimination. The ongoing shelling in southern Gaza and the intense bombardment of residential buildings in Deir al-Balah make everyone feel unsafe, believing they might be the next to face tragedy. Communications are cut off. We are exhausted and cannot bear more tragedies and losses. We are currently living in a classroom of the UN center, which is crowded with people, including my relatives and cousins. My poor father sees our pale faces and weak bodies and stands helpless due to the lack of money and resources.

I am still six years old, and I never thought I would witness such a brutal attack with complete disregard for human values. I am deprived of my basic rights, including health and education. I need to rebuild my life with my family abroad and receive better healthcare. Traveling to Egypt would cost at least $5,000 per adult and $2,500 per child, which is an enormous amount given the harsh living conditions and the blockade that has lasted for 17 years.

Therefore, I ask you to donate so that we can evacuate Gaza to safety. Please continue supporting our campaign by donating if you can and sharing it with your friends and family. Every contribution, no matter how small, helps us get closer to our next goal and brings us nearer to securing a safer future for my family.

[youraveragecatastrophe]

quick reblogging on mobile is great until I'm accidentally sending some random posts to people I never talk to and then I'm scrambling trying to undo it

[favroitecrime]

i’ve got a take that i think (in my very obviously biased opinion) makes some kind of sense. given the reading comprehension on this app though, that opinion will never see the light of day.

[entirelysein-e]

『 Big 』

☼ synopsis: Gyomei was a gentle giant, or at least he tried to be but it wasn't easy when he's balls deep inside of you.

☼ character: Gyomei

☼ wc: 1.2k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, sub!reader, size kink, oral (reader receiving), facesitting, fingering, cervix fucking, creampie

☼ notes: he is rotting my brain badly it just won't stop 😩 || requests are open!

Gyomei has always been a gentle giant, his physical appearance small compared to his big heart and that's what made you fall for him. It was the way he cared for his loved ones so dearly, how he held your hand with utmost care as if you'd break at any second. Loving Gyomei was a second nature to you, smiling at the way he panics when he feels like he's been a little too rough, how he makes sure not to raise his voice at you, no matter what or how small he managed to made you look - compared to him, almost everyone looked small. His frame was dwarfing yours when he kissed you tenderly, big hands resting on your hips ever so gently, touch feather light when he moved to cup your cheeks. The way he had no issue lifting you up to make you sit on his lap instead, looming over you made him fear he'd accidentally squish you to death beneath his large frame but you couldn't complain when your hands rested on his broad chest, lips locking once more in a heated yet gentle kiss.

A low rumble came from his chest when you slowly unbuttoned his shirt “petal… are you sure?” He mumbles, stopping your hands from undoing another button. The memory of your pained whines coming back into his head from when you two made love last time, at how he barely fit inside of you and how sore you were after. What he couldn't see however, was how your eyes rolled back into your head and how the drool slipped out of your mouth at how good the stretch felt despite the stinging sensation. “I’m sure Gyo… you make me feel so good… so full,” you whispered as you planted open mouthed kisses onto his chest which made him melt.

Who is he to deny you your wishes, allowing you to undress him further before big hands reached for your clothes, taking them off piece by piece and letting his hands wander over your body to feel your soft skin. This was one of his favorite parts, feeling the goosebumps form under his gentle touch, your nipples pebbled effortlessly when he swiped the pads of his thumbs over them before leaning down to capture one of them between his lips to suck on it eagerly while his tongue flicked over it. Sweet mewls filled the room when he moved on to the other nipple, hands traveling to your thighs.

Gyomei had no issue lifting you from his lap onto his face when he laid back, his tongue swiping through your drenched folds without further warning as he moaned from your sweet taste. Your hands found home in his short hair, gently tugging it when your hips started to move on their own accord, grinding against his skilled tongue only to be held in place by your waist, his tongue dragging torturously slow through your folds until he attacked your bundle of nerves with quick flicks, the change of pace making you cry out his name.

Angelic moans filled his ears, muffled by your thighs squeezing around his head the closer you got, moaning into your sweet cunt when you graced his tongue with your juices, coming undone from the way he was eating you out and Gyomei refused to stop - needing you dripping wet. Only when your clit was so sensitive you couldn't take more of his onslaught he let go of your waist, allowing you to fall off of him but not too far, big hands already spreading your thighs again "Need to get you nice and ready for me, petal," he mused, comforting kisses getting littered on your thighs when a single finger entered you, enough to make you moan once again.

The way you clawed onto his arms made him more eager, forgetting his own size when he pushed a second and third finger into you which left you gasping for air, velvet walls fluttering around the digits and the stretch alone made you come undone once, twice until you were begging for his cock. Your lewd pleas for him made the heat rise up to his cheeks, fingers scissoring you open just to make sure you're ready to take him. Oh how he'd love to see the sight in front of him, cunt sopping wet, leaving a patch on the sheets beneath you just from his fingers. His cock hung heavy, the precum already leaking down onto his fat shaft when he wrapped his hand around it, his huge body once again dwarfing you beneath him, groaning when your hand reached for his length, barely able to wrap your hand around it. Everything was just so small in comparison to him, it made it hard to stay composed but hurting you or even breaking you was something he was genuinely scared of, forcing himself to take deep breaths when he lined the tip up with your entrance, needing slight force to push the head of his cock past your entrance.

Gyomeis jaw went slack at the mewls you let go, his cock slipping into you inch by inch while he praised you until his balls rested heavy against you, hips lined up with yours. “You're taking me so well, flower,” he whispered, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss while your walls still struggled to adjust, feeling them clench around him until you started moving your hips, signaling that he can move. Pulling out almost all the way before pushing himself back inside of you made him see stars, able to feel every ridge in your walls as he did so, your desperate moans filling the room alongside the lewd squelching of your arousal - a sign that he prepared you well enough. The louder your moans got, the more your lover lost himself, his pace quickened as well as the power of his thrusts until he was pounding into you as if this is the last time he will ever have you. Hearing you cry out in pleasure from the way his cock kissed your cervix over and over, almost inside of your womb made his own tears run over his cheeks in thick streams. “You can do it, petal” he moaned, your thighs folded tightly to your chest when he felt you come undone, your cunt squeezing him and milking him from everything he had to give. Heavy grunts fell from his chest when his hips started to rut into you, his cum spurting inside of you and painting your walls white as you wiped the tears from his cheeks until his hips finally stilled and his head came down to hide in the crook of your neck.

It amazed him every time how well you took him despite the strain it puts on your body, but you cry and moan his name so beautifully, begging him for more and more and you both knew that it never just stays at one round, especially not when your walls still fluttered around him after he came, pushing him into overstimulation but he didn't mind it, wanting to give his petal everything she wanted, easily flipping you over so you were now on top of him, letting you choose your own pace. All he wanted was to feel you so close, big hands intertwining with yours when you started riding him.