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new-berry · 2 months
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Sorry anon and taylobatz I ate your asks trying to combine :)Joao Cancelo / Hugo Felix and look away if you are like “oh my jam is not when she writes that stuff”
stumbling over a couple / secrets
Final warning this includes brother brother and a requests asked for sexy with no set up. Hahahhha almost?Just the porn (tiny bit of set up) a PWP.
I have no idea what you mean by typos or spelling mistakes. Ridiculous. Clean your glasses.
All the blood in his body must be in his dick, becuase there is no way any is left is his brain. Joao is slack jawed and thinks he’s drooling. Mouth dribbling spit as much as his dick is leaking come.
They are twisted around each other, impossible to say where one begins and the other ends.
Hugo’s mouth is open and Félix’s tongue is inside it. He can tell them apart, the glorious sun pouring through he open window, the wind twisting the curtains. The colour of their hair and the graceful line of their necks. Hugo makes soft little stuttering sighs, Félix moans as his tongue is twisted around Hugo’s
João doesn’t want to talk and break the spell of them, wants to undo the last few hours to work out the incantation that got him here. The boy’s hands curled around each others dicks.
Félix pushes Hugo back, uses his arms, flexed and Hugo shudders, he gentles, softens under Félix, “won’t you be good for João?” Hugo moans and twists on the bed. He reaches a hand out to João and pulls it to his mouth.
He sighs out a little hiccupy gasp and looks up, his eyes are frantic and his mouth moves a little, almost kissing motions on the back then the palm of João’s hand.
Félix pushes João’s hand down, and Hugo sucks his finger into his hot wet mouth. His eyes slide closed and his tongue works around João’s knuckle.
Félix pulls back digging through the white sheets, his other hand resting possessively over Hugo’s chest.
João wasn’t supposed to be here, or maybe he was. He thought the brothers were dozing half asleep by the pool, maybe they forgot they invited him over. Félix on his back, Hugo draped over his shoulder, head turned into his neck. it was only when he got a little closer to the two of them he saw Hugo’s hips, rocking in short jerking little motions on Félix’s thigh. Félix’s hand palming the curve of his ass under his swim shorts.
Some parts of their body are still wet, Hugo’s hair slicked back gasping into Félix’s skin, like they crawled out of the pool and into each others arms.
“Félix.” João didn’t raise his voice Hugo make a squeaking noise and stilled his hips. Félix looked over Hugo’s shoulder he just smiled. With his little brother trembling on his leg, muscles of his back twitching, Félix put both hands on the waist band of his swim shorts and pushed them down.
Hugo’s ass with the slightly paler band from his clothes but not lily white, like the two of them sunbathed naked here all the time.
João put his hand on the back of the sun lounger and watched, Félix with his hands sliding down Hugo’s ass.
Félix slides his thumb deliberately, slowly, down the crease of Hugo’s body. João is sure he’s staring in stupid pleading want. Félix motions his over and sits up a little, Hugo pressed closer to his big brother, his knees either side of Félix’s thigh, his face tighter into Félix’s neck.
Félix moves his thigh and Hugo squeaks again and almost rocks back. Freezing when João touches his back. “Little mouse.” He whispers in the younger brothers ear and presses soft kisses across his back up to his ear and then into Félix’s waiting mouth.
João pulls back and Hugo has turned his eyes up to watch them.
“Little mouse.” João says again, “do you want a kiss?” Hugo nods and tilts his head up. His mouth is placid and held timidly open to João.
João didn’t mean to get carried away, he didn’t mean to plunder and take and have Hugo gasping and shaking against him as well.
“Inside.” Félix’s voice is rough. He pushes Hugo’s swim shorts all the way off. When Hugo tries to cover himself João pulls his hand away and kisses him finger by finger. “You’re too pretty to be covered up.” He tells him, Félix wraps his arm around Hugo’s waist they are all hard, Félix’s cock is showing against his still damp black shorts. He kisses Hugo on the cheek “your cock is too pretty to cover up.” Hugo whine his face turning pink his cock bobbing into front of their eyes as they walk into the house. he turns his head into Félix’s neck again but keeps a tight grip on João’s hand, tugging the older man behind them.
Félix pushes him down on the bed he gently arranges him, Hugo’s legs nudged open. He lets Hugo cover his face, cheeks scarlet, dick almost flat against his stomach. “João, open the curtains” he says shoving his shorts down and climbing on top of his brother. João’s stripping his own clothes as he complies.
João’s here now, watching Felix grope through the white sheets coming back with lube.
As much drips on Hugo and the sheets as on his fingers. João swipes some off Hugo and strokes his cock a couple of times.
Félix isn’t gentle with this, sliding two fingers into Hugo leaning his body to the side asking João if he can see.
Hugo shakes and blinks up at João with pleading eyes and João clears his throat before saying ‘how he can see’, and ‘how pretty and good Hugo is being.” Hugo’s eyes slip down and he looks under his eyelashes flirty and coquettish his mouth opening in an O of pleasureshock at what Félix’s fingers are unlocking inside him.
Hugo’s whimpers wash over them both and Félix’s groans impatient and pulls his fingers out, his hands are shaking a little as he drips some lube in his cock. He briefly covers Hugo’s mouth with his, swallowing the sqeaksob that João is sure Hugo offers.
When Félix pulls away João takes over, taking the whimper when Félix pushes into his brother. His sighs are liquid, slithering into João.
João runs his fingers gently over Hugo’s chest, stroking his nipples and sliding down to touch where the brothers are joined.
Félix is murmuring how good Hugo is, being how good he feels. When João pulls back both of their faces are open with naked want, he’s suddenly it sure if he should be there until Félix says “be good for João as well?”
Hugo nods and turns his head to the side motioning João kneels more on the bed, tucking a pillow under Hugo’s head and holding his cock to Hugo’s mouth. Félix cups Hugo’s cheek, João swears through the tight heat of Hugo’s mouth he can feel the burn of Félix’s hand encouraging his brother to take João deeper. Hugo’s back arches as Félix pushes deeper into him his back arches, the illustration of want. Despite the bright sun João's vision gets muzzled, Hugo’s fingers scrabbling in his arm Félix kissing his brother then him.
João’s fingers are clenched in Hugo’s hair, eyes greedily watching the tiny tears in the corner of his eyes as he thrusts into his mouth. Félix is watching reverently at Hugo’s mouth his hand jerking his brothers cock hard, watching as João spills over his bottom lip stroking his cock a couple of times to empty over the bottom of Hugo’s face and his lip.
João leans over his stomach still shaking and sucks the top of Hugo’s dick hard with no finesse swallowing, Félix’s )’hand bumping under his chin.
Félix licks at João’s release, the obscene squelch of the brothers bodies over all their harsh breaths. Hugo’s almost asleep as Félix finishes, holding the opening of Hugo’s body to pull his dick out without hurting Hugo’s tender younger skin.
Hugos’s eyes are heavy and slow. “Put our little mouse under the covers,” João runs a reassuring arm over Félix’s back. “I’ll take care of the clean up.”
João doesn’t get changed he’s not leaving. When he comes back with a cloth Hugo has dropped off with snuffling breaths, João pulls the sheet back to clean his chest then his face. He kisses Hugo’s cheek and then Félix’s mouth. “Go to sleep big brother.” João tells him. “I’ll stay awake. “ Félix nods and pushes Hugo over to João’s chest where he snuggles in. Félix lies against Hugo’s back, hand over his waist resting on João’s leg.
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mishapen-dear · 2 months
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remember kids. always procrastinate <- has been working for almost a full 24 hours catching up on procrastinated work
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l-crimson-l · 5 months
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I just realized I didn’t post any pics of the soft completed MGEX so I’ll try and get that up soon
In the meantime I built FA Gourai and uhhhh wow these old FA Girl builds are not the greatest. But chalk this up as another project I can’t really finish until the weather gets better bc I need to paint her legs. I thought the MSG legs I bought would work to eliminate the pantsu but the hips and legs aren’t compatible in the slightest.
I have a tiny bit of armor left to build for her then maybe Demi Barding??? RG 00 Raiser????? Sol Raptor??????????
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meat-kat-ultra · 10 months
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I have a theory that 2/3 of Crash 4 problems could be fixed if you just shrunk every level down by roughly 20%.
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merv606 · 2 years
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samtory college au, thoughts?
Hello Anon, who I definitely do not know 😈
This turned into a Drabble - maybe a short story lol it’s not 🌶 but maybe I’ll add to it, and clean it up - post it on AO3.
Maybe a belated bday present 😂 I mean if by chance oh great anon it has been your bday recently 😏
Maybe, they end up at the same college.
They had reached an easy truce at the end of High School. Mainly because they had to - Tory had joined Miyagi-Do after one lesson on Terry’s dummy - she was able to recognize a lot faster than Daniel did how messed up his methods were, even if he didn’t look at any of them the way he had Daniel.
Chalk it up to Daniel being more naive than Tory at that age in some regards to life - but maybe she had enough sources of pain without adding another one to it. Karate had been a safe space and it was quickly being eroded at Cobra Kai, but she found it again under Daniel’s teachings.
Turns out she and Daniel are a lot more alike than she realized. They both have a strong work ethic and sense of duty when it comes to family and those they love - would do anything for those people. He knew what poverty felt like, what hopelessness and powerlessness felt like. How that leaves a stain - a feeling of not being good enough - that you always have to be so much better just to show you’re half as good (even if you’re so much more) just so someone will give you a shot. That feeling like you always have something to prove - although the chip on Daniel’s shoulder about that has lessened over the years, it gives Tory hope that maybe hers will too.
Plus there is their tempers - Amanda calls them both her hot heads.
She understands now though, why he tries so hard to protect Sam from it - that life - and she starts to see the girl in another light as well.
Sam works just as hard, in her own way, and has her own problems - some Tory would never have even realized before.
That people dismiss her the same way for different reasons - thinking she never deserves what she gets. That it’s all handed to her and she has no cares in the world - how wrong Tory was. How wrong both girls were about each other.
With learning though, comes understanding and with that acceptance, even if it is hard to shake off the manufactured hate they felt for each other.
And when Tory realizes she may be mistaking hate for something else, well she buries that too - she has a good thing going.
She gives the brunette her Trophy at graduation - explaining it’s hers anyway- and that easy truce grows into a friendship. Both girls realizing that in each other they found a type of friendship they never really had before but then college looms, and it threatens this new found thing they have, this thing that is their own. Although both girls don’t really know what this thing is yet, they both want to protect it, nurture it and see what it can grow into.
But, Tory has been working hard. With Amanda and Daniel’s help, not as much on her plate to worry about because of them, her grades were good and she allowed herself some hope that maybe college and all those things she had long since given up on getting might actually be within her grasp. Opportunity; a better life.
She won’t take their money - her pride she will not compromise on but she is willing to accept help now at least - so she agrees on a loan.
Turns out both Amanda and Daniel never went to college and it kind of makes what they achieved that much more impressive in her eyes / these “rich people” she assumed were so snobby and entitled, know hard work.
Turns out, she was doing to them the same that people did to her, and she has to admit, we all need to learn to look at things through different perspectives sometimes.
But she and Sam make a deal that, when they get letters, they wait for each other to open them together and Sam gets into a few and so does Tory but they manage to get one together.
Daniel and Amanda think it’s a great idea - at least they’ll have each other - some support and familiarity.
And one night, at college, after a few too many drinks for both of them, liquid courage, although Tory will swear she’s never been afraid of anything ever - even when Sam is one the warpath - she’s tiny but scary, okay (like father like daughter) - this new found thing morphs into something else. In the form of breathy sighs, smooth skin under rough hands, wetness and heat between both of their legs, and frantic movements as they try to get into each other’s skin, the same way they realize they’ve already gotten into each other in so many other ways.
Still.
She’s walking past a shop one day and it’s in the window - and she laughs to herself / she can’t not buy it. She hasn’t called Sam that that for many moons, but just for old time’s sake.
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Besides, it’ll show off her tiny waist and small chest, and Tory will be able to slide her hand up the shorts where her girl is always welcoming for her, and have some fun with her “princess” later on.
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gayfishermanfive · 2 years
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also five is such a fucking NOODLE i can't get over it
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whiteshipnightjar · 3 months
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Zoozve, my beloved
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kochei0 · 2 months
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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suiheisen · 17 days
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those!!! are!!! his!!!! tits!!! be gentle 👉👈
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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The math just adds up!
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smokiedokie · 4 months
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I opened my copy of The Tale of the Body Thief & immediately had to close it again because of this silly little annotation
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weaselle · 2 months
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it was too much i had to make my own post
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line cook here. ACCURATE
if you don't get the hate, here's what you don't understand.
it takes up to 2 hours to close down the kitchen.
The last 60-90 minutes before closing time you do almost no cooking because the restaurant doesn't have many people in it and you've already cooked most of their diners.
So if someone walks in during, like, the last hour, the cook is in the middle of an industrial deep clean of the kitchen.
(these numbers can vary quite a bit from place to place but i have worked several restaurants with these actual times and the concept remains the same)
Say the place closes at 10. If you wait til the restaurant is already closed to start all your cleaning duties, you'll be there until at least midnight.
More than that your boss knows that on an average night you can start your clean up as soon as the last rush ends and get out of there around 10:45, even 10:15 on a slow night if you get lucky. That means there are plenty of restaurants where if you do take until midnight the manager is going to come up to you at some point that week and ask you what went wrong that night, and you'd better have an answer.
So this example restaurant closes at 10 pm. The dinner rush ends around 8:30, and shortly after that the cook is going to start getting every single dish possible over to the dishwasher because the dishwasher always gets hit hard and late, and the machine runs for 2 full minutes and only holds so many dishes, so the way that works out is if you wait an extra 30 minutes to give the dishwasher all your stuff it can mean adding like 60 minutes to the end of his shift. And you're gonna KEEP finding shit to send to the dishpit right up until you leave probably.
all these little square and rectangle containers in this cold table have to be pulled out and changed over into new containers, replaced by new full ones, or in some cases filled from larger containers in the back, which can result in even more empty containers to send to the dishwasher.
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while it's all pulled apart to do this, you have to clean up all the spilled food and sauce and juices and stuff from the joints and ledges and shelves and drip trays
Once you get your line changed over in this way, and fully stocked, anytime someone orders something that makes use of a bunch of that stuff, you have to restock and re-clean it some. It might already be covered in plastic. Some of it might already be stuck in the back to make room to take apart your cutting board counter to clean. To cook a dish isn't TOO much of a problem at this point, but you're really hoping for zero orders because you still have so much other cleaning to do.
Meanwhile the salad bar and appetizer section and server station and everybody are all doing the same thing. Even the bartenders are stocking olives and lemons and sending back whisks and stir spoons and shakers and empty 4quart storage containers that used to hold the back-up lemons and olives and things. Every section is dumping their must-be-cleaneds to the dishpit as fast as possible because early and fast is the only thing they can do to to help that dishpit not absolutely drown into overtime.
The poor dishwasher is always the last to clock out, soaking wet and exhausted.
Around this time you probably scrub the flat top, which has turned black from cooked on grease and is still about 500 degrees. Line cooks are divided in opinion on water-based or oil based cleaning methods for this, but they all involve scrubbing with (usually) a brick of pumice stone using every ounce of your strength while you try not to burn yourself
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you scrub it from fully blackened to gleaming silver and now if somebody orders something that needs the flat top to cook, you can either fuck up your cleaning job or fake it in a couple frying pans and pass that tiny fuck you down to your dishwasher (who usually understands, especially if you help them take the garbage out or clean your own floor drain later)
If there's deep fried stuff on the menu then the fryers have to be cleaned out, which includes straining the oil out into enormous and super-heavy pots full of oil so hot that if you spill on yourself then it's probably a hospital visit and if you slip and fall face first into it it'll be the last thing you ever do.
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Then you gotta scrub out the fryer. Like you gotta take the (hot) screen out and reach your arm down into the weird rounded pipes and curved areas (so hot, burn you if you brush against them hot) and scrub off whatever is down there
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Depending on your kitchen you might have to do up to four of these. Then you'll have to pour the (dangerously hot) oil back in
oh, and if you didn't dry the pipes and get ALL the water out of the trap and tank?
water reacts with hot oil in a sort of mentos and coke way that can send a tidal wave of oil past the open flame of the pilot light ...HUGE dangerous mess and/or burn down the kitchen if the oil lights up.
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Unless! If the oil has been used too hard and needs to be changed, it's time to carry those open topped super heavy pots full of will-kill-you-hot oil and dump them in the barrel outside by the dumpsters so you can put room temp fresh oil in the fryers. whew!
The clean up is not just some light wiping down that can be easily interrupted, is what i'm saying.
You might have to do some kind of walk-in duty (moving around 50lb cases of lettuce and 50lb bags of onions to get to the stacks of five gallon buckets full of salad dressings and sauces to move so you can reach the giant metal pots and bus tubs full of prep and get it all organized and make sure it's all labeled and i have to stop now i'm having flashbacks)
THE POINT IS
by 15 or however many minutes to close, the line cook is doing an intense deep clean and probably has the whole stove taken apart to detail.
For some industrial stoves this means lifting off large cast iron plates that weigh like 20 lbs each and are still quite hot. Whatever metal burners are on there, you gotta take off and clean, you can see here the lines that indicate the large thick cast iron rectangles that sit on top of the burners to allow heavy pots to rest on. Those five (each has one front burner hole and one back burner hole, see?) have to be lifted off and cleaned with soap and a wire brush usually, and then the underneath area also has to be cleaned because a lot of shit falls through the burner holes on a busy night.
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if you didn't do it when you did the flat top you have to do the grease trap (which can be like a full five minutes and is always disgusting).. You gotta clean out all the little gas jets in each burner with a wire or something so the burners all flame evenly, and sometimes you have to remove some of the natural gas piping that connects the burners to access where you have to clean.
you gotta clean out the bottom of the oven and the wire racks, and, oh gods, you gotta take down the filter vents from the hood fans above the stove.
See all the lined parts along the top of the wall?
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those are hood vents, and as they pull air up they also pull a lot of grease and they have to be taken down and cleaned, then you gotta climb up there and scrub where they go before you put them back...
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And then there's the mopping and floor drains and...
Anyway, that's what the line cook is doing when you walk in fifteen minutes before closing and order something that needs to be cooked on that stove. They are doing an entire industrial cleaning of a professional kitchen.
In some restaurants maybe one or two of these jobs will be every other night or even only twice a week, but in many, possibly most kitchens, ALL of these things happen EVERY night. You don't want to leave any food mess that might attract insects or rodents for one thing, so a really good kitchen is as close to brand new as you can get it every night.
IF YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO ORDER SOMETHING ANYWAY, HERE IS WHAT TO DO
open with an apology and ask the server to go ask what the cook would prefer you to order.
Any good server will already know what the cook is hoping for and what will make their line cook go into the walk in and scream. If it's significantly less than an hour to close and they say some variant of "oh anything is fine" they are either telling the lie their boss wants them to say, or they actually do not know what their line cook wants, and you can either use human connection and a conspiratorial just-between-us tone to get them to drop the customer-is-always-right act, or get them to actually go ask the cook.
It might be as specific as "the lasagna is easiest on the kitchen" or it might be a simple guideline like "nothing that requires the flat top" or "any of the sautés are easy" but a good line cook will probably have a system for if they have to make a couple of the most popular items after they start their close, so the answer is likely to include something most people like and you should be good to order that.
but for the love of all that's holy, please only do so at great need. Leave that last 30-60 minutes to the truly desperate and the crew's duties.
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catmask · 6 months
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when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people
the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to
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seenthisepisode · 3 months
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no offence but the reason tumblr is “dying” is, well, yes, of course the cursed like/reblog ratio and the change in user behaviour (because of people being used to how instagram and tiktok work) BUT also the lack of weekly shows. i say it with my whole chest, they don't produce captivating and engaging stupid weekly tv shows anymore because streaming killed that so you have spikes of activity here when Something happens in general fandom or up to three days after a new season of whatever drops and then it's a wasteland. this is obviously an old woman yelling at a cloud missing supernatural and the vampire diaries and pretty little liars and all these other shows type of post but honestly give me back weekly tv shows where i have something to watch for 40 minutes almost every day of the week after work so then i can read and reblog it on tumblr give it back for the sake of my sanity
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ibtisams · 3 months
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My father was martyred by Israel on 10 October 2023 after sacrificing his care in hospital so the injured children could take priority. Today would have been his 60th birthday. He was always selfless, kind, and giving for others. My father gave up everything for me to be able to have a better life, because that is what he always dreamed for me and my sister. The world suffered a great loss when he died, and my heart is always with him and every Palestinian who has lost someone.
In his honour and memory, I would love for anyone who is able to do so to consider donating to The Palestine Children’s Relief Fund.
The PCRF is an amazing organisation that does so much for those in Gaza right now, including helping provide food, water and medicine. You can donate any amount you are able to- there is no minimum! My father would have given his very last cent if he saw the way Palestine was continuing to suffer after over 100 days with this limited aid, so I know celebrating him by helping others is the least he would have wanted.
I saw @parrot-parent do a very successful donation match and I thought it was such a good idea so I will also match all donations up to $500! If you feel comfortable sending me proof of the amount of your donation, I will match it as a donation at the end of February. (My messages are set to mutuals only, but if you donate and we aren’t mutuals if you send an ask with the proof I will make sure to answer it privately.)
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basketcasemp3 · 4 months
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downsizing seasons from 22 episodes to 13 to 8. describing miniseries as "8 hour movies". loudly declaring that shows with 20+ episodes per season cannot truly be good. complaining that "it couldve been a movie". complaining about filler episodes. complaining about bottle episodes. complaining about episodes that prioritize character over plot. fr i think y'all just dont like television
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