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Hello,

I am Hanan Al-Salout, a Palestinian mother from Gaza. We lost our jobs and our home due to the war, and now we live in a tattered tent that offers no protection from the cold and rain. 💔

My son Yaseen, who is not yet two years old, suffers from constant illness because of the freezing temperatures that creep into his small body every night. He has infections in his ear, throat, and chest. Although we provide him with all the necessary care and medications, it is not a lasting solution! His weak body cannot endure the cold and frost in the tents. We urgently need to provide a room in a residential unit, but due to the lack of undamaged houses, the rent is very expensive. I feel powerless to protect him from this harsh cold. 😢 But with your help, I can achieve that. 🙏🥺

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Asking for advice

Guys does anyone think I should write an omega verse fanfic based on - The Long Journey Home By Suzanne Chazin

You know, I won't mind seeing more of this ship.

I want to say that not enough people ship Thragg x Thokk (aka Battle Beast) so I want to talk about them. 😌

Like, hurting yourself so you and your opponent can have an even fight???? That's peek homoeroticism right there.

Walking around wearing the skin of your dead opponent as a cape????? That's some Hannibal Ethel Cain shit. Gay ass fuck.

Saying "thank you" to your opponent as you're dying, after you had the best fight of your life. Homosexual behavior.

I'm so normal about them. 😃

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My writing

Here is Suzanne Chazin's The Long Journey Home but in omegaverse, I don't know why I did this. I even posted this on ao3.

“A letter arrived from your mother,” my friend Aoi said, the thin air-mail envelope crackled like rice paper in her hands. I nodded but didn’t move. “Perhaps you’ll read it later,” she offered. I had arrived in Japan after finishing college. The trip was my mom’s graduation present, and he had talked excitedly about my returning home. But two months later I wrote that I might remain to teach English. I knew my letter would pain him, and I dreaded his response. As I sat in the sparsely furnished room, I recalled tales of my mom’s youth, riding the rails during the Great Depression. He had been a hobo then, as full of wanderlust as I was now. If I had vagabond blood in my veins, I’d gotten it from him. I thought about the gift that got my mom to quit his wandering. It was my favorite story of his life on the road - and I could practically recite it by heart. In fact, I could almost hear is Brooklyn-edged voice telling me now: He was 20, traveling in a freight car across the western foothill of the Rocky Mountains. The other men, mostly alphas in the car were scattered along the walls, their dusty faces as empty as their pockets. Their work clothes were worn, their hands callused from hard work. Each stared silently out the open doors as if he had some particular destination in mind. They were heading east, but they were all going nowhere. My mom had left New York a year and a half earlier. It had been easy to abandon the concrete stoops and corner stores of his neighborhood. There, young men worked odd jobs in factories, when they could find work at all. And old men - mostly Russian immigrants like my grandfather - whiled away their time talking about the motherland. In Russia, my grandfather had been an engineer who spoke four languages. In America, he was a house painter. His friends were counts who now waited tables, and captains who now opened doors and hailed cabs. Late at night, they would talk of the armies they’d led and the banquets they’d attended decades before. They were men who walked in their own shadows.

I can't fit it all in here so here (https://archiveofourown.org/works/62090032) is the link to ao3 where I posted it.

Where did the rose petals come from?

this is just like his shojo manga...

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