I will set this sea ablaze.

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

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fxngtasy asked:

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pinkxpantha asked:

Greetings Gern. I come baring gifts. It's a good idea to read this with a cup of something warm, like coffee. Kaveh gawaits.

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“You know you don't need to bring me this every morning.” Kaveh took a sip of the coffee blend, the flavor simmering on his tongue. Like always, it's what makes his day. 

“Do you not want me to?” You asked, and he blinked.

Kaveh was never the type to plan his routines. He laid serpentine on linear graphs, and made due with it. You weren't a planned experience for him either. You found a way in his schedule without him noticing– and then he did.

He noticed the hallway greetings that made his heart skip a beat and his pulse caprizant. He noticed when you spoke you'd thrum your fingers against your own palm. Most of all, he'd notice the mornings you'd find him in the library, a coffee in hand specifically for him.

It was an accident the first time– “They got my order wrong,” you said. So he accepted the coffee you didn't like to drink.

But then it happened again, you had a different excuse this time. It continued morning after morning, and after a while Kaveh didn't question it– why would he? It was a kind gesture, and he didn't want to delve into the hypotheticals that would make his mind rush with a longing for answers.

“No-! No, I don't mind it, of course I don't. Just…” 

But Kaveh could never stop himself from wondering if the cinnamon he tasted was  something you specifically requested for him. That you might've looked through a menu to choose something he might enjoy. It made him swell with fondness.

“Why?” 

You stilled, your index finger rubbed against your thumb. You hummed, “I always see you here early,” you met his gaze. “You seemed busy, I guess I just didn't want you to be too tired.”

Kaveh froze, the cup in his hand halfway to his mouth. How could you say that so casually–? Such a gentle admission of care felt so wrong in a place he's so used to. 

Or maybe he was already too invested into the ‘ifs’, you were being a kind friend. As always.

But that still didn't help the warmth that filled his heart with your words. He placed the coffee down, one hand splayed over his mouth as you just watched. 

And then finally, a response. 

“This one was really good, where did you get it?” Perfect, subtle, a great opening line. Kaveh moved his hand to prop his chin. “How about we go there together sometime?” Yep. That's it, he just hopes you don't see the nervousness in his eyes. 

He doesn't even know how he wanted his words to come across. Whatever your interpretation of him was in that moment– he just hoped you'd say yes.

At least, if you answered the first question he'd still have a reminder of you over spring break. 

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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.

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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hop
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Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.


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With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.

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Anonymous asked:

ive got this assumption that you're either wicked good at board games or astonishingly unlucky at them, no middle ground.

hmmm. uncertain. whenever i did play board games with family i think it was just a mixed bag. but maybe you’re onto something. when playing roblox uno a few months ago my friends hit me with the +99 TWICE IN ONE GAME. it was brutal

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Anonymous asked:

you give off sleep deprived but still crazy vibes and you seem like you can’t drink coffee and other caffeinated drinks lol

partially correct!

i am sleep deprived most of the time (a monster of my own making) but i can handle coffee and caffeinated beverages,,, in fact, they don’t seem to affect me that much. usually i feel no difference after a cup of coffee or a monster energy or whatever. except for this one time i drank a french roast and i got heart palpitations but that was Once. otherwise i really fuck with some caffeine.

i probably need to drink more Water but 🐛🐛 free will is cool and awesome so i can choose not to do that! yay!

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I BELIEVE IN SILVER WOLF SUPREMACY.

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Thinking about Modern AU Big Sis Silver Wolf. In my head, it first made a lot more sense for her to be the youngest, with her being so spirited and juvenile, loving all of the new Youngster Tech™, etc. But imagining her with a little sibling is way funnier. Trying to adjust to suddenly not being the sole recipient of attention in this unconventional, patchwork family.

She says she doesn’t care. She “doesn’t care” that you’re suddenly being taken out on shopping trips with Kafka, or on sprawling, aimless car rides with Blade. Silver Wolf “could not give a fuck” about Firefly making kandi bracelets with you or showing you their myriad of vacation photos. Maybe she’ll observe quietly or insert herself here and there, but it’s totally not her style to be upset. Indifference is the coolest thing in the world, and she must die on that hill, handheld console of choice at her aid.

…but maybe you aren’t so bad.

It’s nice having someone younger around. No functioning adults with jobs to bug her about chores and college plans—someone she can teach. By the time she warms up to you, she’s cajoled a controller into your unsure hands, and she’s teaching you how to play Mario Kart and Smash. The basics will serve you well in this world! And you can be funny, too. She’ll get you to speak for her while she’s playing COD or something so it sounds like a little kid is absolutely destroying these grown ass men. 

You pick up some of her mannerisms and habits, which perhaps fuels her ego a little too much. You’re gonna develop cavities soon from chewing as much bubblegum as Silver Wolf does, but hey, siblings are supposed to be endless fun! If anyone bullies you (especially online), she has their IP addresses and real names within two minutes—and she’s not afraid to enact revenge. You being mistreated also reflects on her, y’know?

Or so she says. Silver Wolf supposedly “doesn’t care” about you, but everyone knows the truth: you joining this family is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to her. Besides that triple 5* pull, of course.

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