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nico hischier is so boyfriend. like that’s his species. that’s his ttrpg class. scientists need to study how one man alone can be as boyfriend as he is without any medical intervention. it’s not safe. i worry for the state of new jersey it’s so small and there’s so much concentrated boyfriend right in the heart of it. he’s going to hit critical boyfriend mass and anyone in the boyfriend radius is going to be vaporised

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Palestinian men should not have to repeatedly hold up pictures of their family struggling through a genocide, for us to care about them. Fundraisers conducted by/for Palestinian men, should not have to repeatedly refer to their mothers, sisters, wives and children, to make us realize their humanity, their vulnerability. Enough. Isn't it enough after so many months? Hadn't it always been enough?

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can we just talk about following quinn around while he’s golfing for a min? all of this content of him playing golf is getting to me soooo bad

like, he’d always ask you to tag along with him and drive the cart for him, just wanting to spend time with you. it’s definitely not because he loves to see you wear your little golf skirt and canucks visor.

you would say no most of the time, not wanting to go ride around in the hot sun all day when you could stay in your air conditioned apartment and watch reality shows. when the weather turns, though, you’ll grace him with your presence every once in awhile.

you especially like to go when he’s playing with his teammates. you loved being his cheerleader and subtly sabotaging his teammates. like the time they asked you to hold the flag while they putted, and you “accidentally” hit quinn’s ball in the hole with the pole.

or the time brock tagged along and you blew the horn on the golf cart just as he was putting for a birdie, causing his ball to sail right past the hole, rolling right off of the green entirely. when he looked over at you, face red and angry, you claimed innocence. “what? i was thirsty and needed to get the cart girl’s attention. how was i supposed to know that was an important putt?”

you always had the most fun when all three hughes brothers were golfing together. you would drive quinn around in a cart while jack and luke had their own. and, occasionally, ellen and jim would join too. ellen and yourself would sit and chit chat while the boys and jim were on the green, teasing each other and not playing by official golf rules in the slightest.

ellen would always pack a cooler with snacks and a light lunch for everyone to have while on the course. the whole group would find a shady spot right off of the course and eat, giving the guys an opportunity to make wagers and bets on who would win and what the others would have to endure if they lost.

usually the punishments were lighthearted and harmless, but every once in awhile one arises that causes some trouble. like the time jack had to jump into one of the small ponds on a course when you were all on vacation together in hawaii, resulting in a lifetime ban for every single one of you when he got caught.

you enjoyed when it was just you and quinn, too. the days that a cool breeze was constantly flowing and you would bring along a book. quinn would let you choose the music that flows through the clip on speaker attached to the cart, knowing you always have a new playlist you’re wanting to show him. he’d buy you a cocktail to sip on throughout the day, knowing how much you loved a fruity drink.

quinn’s favorite part of you tagging along was knowing you were there because he asked you to be. even though you hated golf and claimed it was the most boring sport ever created, you went simply because he wanted you to be there and you knew it was something he enjoyed. he loved being able to look over and hear your little cheers for him every time he putts the ball into the hole. or the way you always say “sounded like a hole in one to me” after the initial stroke at every new hole.

he loved that every time the cart girl drove by, you always made sure he had a fresh beer if he wanted one. he also loved how you’d trade out the beer for water around hole 12, making sure he’s not getting too crazy since he’s the driver in the relationship (other than at the course, of course).

quinn would offer to teach you to play nearly every time you went with him, but after trying to hit a ball or two you always gave up, telling him it’s much more fun to watch him play than having to focus on anything other than how good his ass looks in his pants when he’s putting, considering that’s the real reason you agree to go with him. but what quinn doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

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If you, for some reason, still have a subscription to the Atlantic, cancel it

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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

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"If the Israeli assault stopped today, and we decided to hold a funeral every single day for each Palestinian killed in the last eight months, it would take us 100 years to honor them all."

The Palestinian speaker at the UN Security Council highlights the devastating toll of casualties among Palestinians resulting from the Israeli genocide in Gaza.

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Today we took our little son to the hospital because he suffers from a chest infection that affects his breathing and causes him pain. I hope that every living conscience will help us save our young son’s life and donate any amount you can.

Unfortunately, there is no treatment in the hospital for my young son. Help us before it is too late.

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missed them tbh

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Congratulations, you have passed the test of your humanity and I pray that you succeed.

This is my three-month-old daughter. After treating her brothers, this damned skin disease began to affect her. We went to hospitals, but there was no treatment. But after arduous research and paying a sum of money in these difficult circumstances, we obtained some treatment, which we pray to God will succeed. Your test is to stand with us by donating, following the page, and helping to spread the word. I hope you succeed.

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Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child🥺

My name is Mounes Al-Kafarna, and I am a father of two young children. One of them, under the age of five, urgently needs milk, while the other requires treatment for skin diseases, as shown in the cover photo.

Please donate and/or replog 🥺🙏🇵🇸

I live in a tent on muddy ground, surrounded by many insects😭.

I also lost my home in this devastating Gaza war🥺.

Please donate and/or replog 🥺🙏🇵🇸

Please consider donating. If you can't, a simple reblog of my page's content can make a difference.

I ASK ALL OF YOU TO HELP MY FAMILY AND DONATE IN THE LINK PLEASE🍉

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Hi. I'm Khaled from Gaza. Because of the war, I want to evacuate Gaza and continue my studies. Please donate for so that I can achieve that.

I have £1153 raised as of August 14

My old post on the deleted account vetted by @90-ghost click here

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Hello dear .. My name is Abdul Rahman Halas, married to the martyred journalist Alaa Al-Dahdouh. My journalist wife works for the Watan News Agency and we had a beautiful child named Karam. The real disaster began on Wednesday, May 31, 2024, when my wife, my child and I were surprised by a huge missile that fell on us and exploded in the place where we were, targeting the house we fled to and other neighboring houses

. At that moment, my journalist wife Alaa hugged our child Karam to protect him from the hell of the missile, but she turned into pieces and died immediately. My child Karam and I miraculously escaped certain death when the pressure of the missile threw me a long distance, which resulted in me being injured by numerous shrapnel and multiple injuries that led to severe fractures in my leg and damage to the nerves in my hand and foot and various shrapnel in different parts of my body

. My wife is a journalist covering the crimes of genocide against defenseless civilians in the Gaza Strip. With the intensification of the bombing and the scarcity of food and water, my wife and I struggled daily to secure food for our only child Karam, who was also suffering from severe fear because of The brutal bombing of the Gaza Strip.

Now after the disaster that befell my family, I need your generous support to overcome my ordeal and pay for my treatment and surgeries. I need several surgeries outside the Gaza Strip that cost a lot of money, and I am in dire need of your tears and support.

I am confident that after reading my sad story, you will sympathize with me and share with me and will not leave me and my child Karam alone.

Donate to me or share my campaign with your friends to donate to me

No matter how small your donation is, it means to me a chance for me and my child to be treated and to stay safe.

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Criminal minds mention goes hard!

(I most definitely loved this tho so so good)

GREEN, YELLOW, RED — luke hughes

SUMMARY! in which the reader (who has been been talking to luke) shows up to a traffic light themed party at UMich wearing green (green = single, yellow = talking stage / it’s complicated, red = taken) and he shows up wearing red

INVOLVED! luke x reader 

WARNINGS! 

BEFORE YOU START! i don’t know how the hughes act irl! this is just an imagination!

extra! 

find my masterlist → here!

“Haven’t you been talking to Luke for like almost a year now?” Your roommate asked, as you were deciding between which green top to wear.

“Yeah, so what,” you said, absentmindedly, making a decision to pick the lacy green top over the knitted one. 

“You don’t want to wear yellow or maybe red?”

“Well, Luke and I are only talking and I don’t think it’s that serious so might as well have fun tonight,” you muttered, putting on your black chunky boots on. “I’ll bet that he shows up wearing green tonight too.”

You and your roommate called an Uber and made your way to the house where the frat was throwing tonight. You were already one drink in, just because you had a rule with drinking at frats.

The party was already going when the two of you arrived and you headed into the house to say your hellos. You smiled at a few people on the way up the driveway and as you walked in, your nose scrunched due to the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies.

Not even five minutes later, you were approached by one of the players on the football team who was also wearing green and the two of you started making friendly conversation.

You guys talked about the basics– major, year, and all that stuff.

“So what’s your major?” He asked.

You leaned in closer to hear him over the thumping music.

“Pharmacy, you?”

“I’m pre-med,” he said, smiling down at you.

“So you not only you’re smart, you’re athletic too,” you said, flirting back. 

“You’re smart as hell, too,” he said back. “Wanna go outside?”

You nodded as you followed him to the back patio where there was barely anyone out there. You stood where your line of vision was towards the inside of the house, clearly visible to the people inside. 

The two of you chatted before you felt the brisk air engulf you and shivers ran down your spine. He clearly noticed and led you back inside where the door opened and walked in a few hockey guys. You held your breath as the boys made their way in, Luke being the last to entered.

Your jaw dropped in surprise when you saw him wearing red.

There was no way the guy you had been talking to for almost a year was in a relationship.

You excused yourself from the conversation and made your way to where your roommate was, whispering in her ear that you were going to call an Uber and head back to your apartment and call it a night.

You smiled at a few hockey boys, passing them as you headed to leave.

“Hey, y/n,” you heard from behind you.

You turned around and saw the football player you had been talking to moments before. 

“If you wanna go study sometime and complain about how hard our classes are, just shoot me a text,” he said, being friendly, connecting your phones together– airdropping your contact to him. 

“I definitely take you up on that offer. Nice meeting ya. I’ll see you tomorrow for P-Chem,” you said cheerfully, glad that you made a new friend tonight. 

You pulled your phone to call an Uber and before you could, you could feel someone standing in front of you.

“What’s u–,” you started, stopping when you saw who was standing in front of you.

Luke.

“Oh, hi,” you said, acting indifferent. 

“Why are you wearing green?” He asked you, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone? Don’t you think how I look now. Talking to a guy who had a girlfriend the whole time. I look so fucking stupid and you’re a fucking idiot. I can’t believe you Luke.”

“What are you talking about, y/n?” Luke asked, looking confused. 

“You’re wearing red, idiot,” you said, taking a jab at his chest. “I’m going to go home and you are not going to talk to me ever again,” you said, getting ready to take off. 

“Y/n, let me explain,” you heard from behind you, chasing after you.

“Explain what? Explain to your girlfriend that you cheated on her you motherfucker. We’ve been sleeping together, talking to each other for almost a fucking year. Didn’t even have the decency to tell me you had a girlfriend.”

“I don’t have another girlfriend,” Luke blurted out.

“Then why are you wearing red? Didn’t get the memo or something?”

“I thought that we were seeing each other and no one else,” Luke tried explaining. “And I equated that to us being together. I thought you were going to wear yellow at the very least,” he said, disappointed. “Are you seeing anyone else? Is that why you’re wearing green?”

You could feel your head spinning.

He didn’t have a another girlfriend. Another? Did he consider you his girlfriend?.

“Luke you never asked me out. How was I supposed to know that we are together?” You questioned, glaring at him. 

“You’re telling me that me not coming to your apartment at least three times a week after practice bringing you food, me sleeping over all the time, me inviting you to literally everything I do– all the small errands I need to run is us still talking?”

“To me, it is,” you responded back. “Guys always do that kind of shit where they act like boyfriends and then when you bring it up, they act all defensive and say that you are acting crazy for even assuming that. I’ve just stopped assuming because of that.”

“Y/n. You’re the only girl I’ve liked like this. I’m sorry I fucked up like this. I’m sorry that I didn’t communicate my feelings towards you. In my eyes, you’re my girlfriend,” Luke said, approaching you, his face littered in apologies.

You gave him a small smile. “And to answer your question, I’m not seeing anyone else. I haven’t been since we started talking,” you said, shugging your shoulders.

“Still wanna go to your apartment?”

“Yes, please,” you said, following Luke to his car.

He opened the door for you and you smiled like an idiot.

“I’m sorry for calling you an idiot by the way,” you said. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It;s okay. I was an idiot,” Luke said, driving to your apartment, stopping by a Taco place that closed late.

“What do you want to get?” He asked you, stepping out of the car to go get some food. 

“The usual, pleaseeee,” you begged. 

After Luke had the tacos and your favorite agua fresca flavor, the two of you headed to the apartment where he followed you inside. You guys made your way into the living room where Luke placed the food on the coffee table and you went into your room to change into some comfy clothes and take off your makeup and contacts.

You grabbed one of Luke’s hockey hoodies and some sweatpants before coming into your bathroom. You took your contacts out and Luke followed you into the bathroom.

“Let me,” he said, grabbing the micellar water and washcloth from your hand.

He lifted you so that you sat on the bathroom counter and he placed himself between your legs.

“Close your eyes, baby,” he said, giving you a small kiss on the lips before shaking the micellar water and putting it on the washcloth. 

He gently started rubbing your face with the washcloth until your face was makeup free. He rinsed out the washcloth before hanging it up to dry.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, giving you one more final kiss on the cheek before lifting you and placing you back on the ground.

“Thanks, Luke,” you said, fiddling with your hoodie strings. 

“I’m just gonna change first before we eat,” Luke said, staying in your bedroom as you ventured onto the couch, grabbing the blanket. 

You made yourself comfy before putting on a Criminal Minds episode to watch. 

“You left your glasses on your nightstand,” Luke said, coming to sit besides you, handing you your glasses.

You put them on and he smiled at you.

“What are you smiling at?”

“Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend, huh,” you questioned.

“You’re my girlfriend and I’m your boyfriend,” Luke said, pulling you into his lap. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

He started playing with your hair as you started chowing down on your tacos. Before you knew it, the tacos were done and you were falling asleep to Luke playing with your hair, occasionally kissing the top of your head. 

The last thing you remember was Luke bringing you to your bed and tucking you in, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

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I can't 😂

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i’m so attracted to quinn hughes it’s becoming an actual problem he’s so hot