Can I Request SAGAU With Reader Coming Into Teyvat But Being Very Hush Hush About It And They Get A Job

ryan, for some reason, upon meeting a stranger with an eyepatch, a gun, and a long backstory that includes seeing her boyfriend (who she is still very much in love with) turn into a werewolf and take her eye out

Dear people with compassionate hearts

I write to you with a heavy heart from inside besieged Gaza,

which suffers from the scourge of war and endless famine Once upon a time, my family knew warmth, happiness, and safety within the walls of our home, but now we suffer from the ravages of war,

with no solutions in sight. I am a father of two young children, less than 10 years old They used to live their lives with happiness, play, and fun, but now they live in an endless nightmare Their innocent laughter was replaced by looks of fear and terror as the indiscriminate bombing continued next to us Since there is no safe place, every day we lose our dear ones and relatives

I lost 3 members of my family, my brothers and my father I am now living in a real nightmare where I am afraid of losing someone else I hope you will contribute even a little to save what remains so that we can live in safety and lasting peace You have all the love and respect for your noble .

This is where my children appear as they are relaxing in the water to relieve themselves of the extreme heat, as there is no shelter for them. We live in a tent that does not protect us from the intense heat or biting insects There are no necessities of life here

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him.

practice making reference sheets with a design i made for dnd! dm had us make npcs that turned out to be disguises for our characters… the campaign is set in the 60s so i made a concertgoer bard minotaur

working out together ♡

Heyy!! Could I get some HCs for Jacob and Kaitlyn and someone else of your choice (separately ofc) having an S/O who’s like really tall? I just see like A LOT of fics with the reader being short yk?

If not tho that’s totally okay too :) sorry for any spelling errors English isn’t my first language

Your English is completely fine don't worry! While I don't like to use physical indicators most of the time I'm happy to do this one :) I'm sorry I didn't have many ideas but I tried not to make things too cliche or stereotypical

Kaitlyn

look, everyone is taller than Kaitlyn so pretty much everyone she dates is the same.

I hc Kaitlyn as someone that's mostly ok with her height, but as soon as someone she likes starts to tease her about it she loses it

you once tried to use her as a headrest for your arm, her resulting fury was enough that you never tried again.

however, when it comes to cuddles (even if she won't admit it) she adores being wrapped up in you. Likes to sit with her back against your chest as your head rests on top of hers.

Kaitlyn likes to maintain the facade of independence but secretly, very deep down she really likes it when you can reach things for her.

she really likes wearing your clothes, ultimate hoodie thief and half your shirts end up becoming her pyjamas

you have to lean down so far for kisses it causes back issues, even if she’s sitting on your lap your poor neck has to bend a ridiculous amount. This happens so often you start demanding massages as payment

Jacob

not used to people being taller than him at all

 I see him as someone that is initially a little unsure about dating someone taller than him, he’s always been the tallest after all. But that quickly changes and I think of all the counsellors he would be one of the ones to enjoy it the most.

 Cuddles become one of his most looked forward to events, the two of you switch it up a lot but you introduce him to the world of being the little spoon and mans is gone. It’s one of his favourite cuddle positions and after a particularly bad day he absolutely adores collapsing against you as you wrap your long limbs around him like an octopus.

Forehead kisses become a staple of his life, having to lean up/down so much causes too much of a strain if your standing so you just started to leave little pecks here and there and now he absolutely cannot sleep as well without his forehead kisses :(

you also give him your clothes, he’s defs used to being the one getting clothes stolen and he gets all warm and fuzzy when you force your hoodies onto him. They smell like you and yeah he definitely gets the hype now.

Max

He’s the most casual with the height difference, not really caring in the slightest. He doesn’t care what size or shape you are he just loves you.

That being said he is another person that thrives with a taller partner

You are his personal jungle gym, your lap: his seat of choice, your chest: prime pillow. Max absolutely hangs off of you at every opportunity. He definitely demands piggyback rides at all opportunities.

Another clothes thief, likes your clothes more than his, they’re so comfy and cosy.

If the two of you are out together he definitely uses your height to intimidate other people.

He’s the one flexing on every social media platform he has, boasting about how great you are and how perfectly he fits against your side. The two of you prompt a lot of ‘screaming, crying throwing up’ comments.

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Ok, anyone who needs like an idea or something, but I like need either knight, werewolf, cowboy or pirate Caleb so bad. Like actually.

I especially have been so bad with knight stuff lately and knight Caleb would be the absolute best nail in the coffin for me.

Like imagine a knight Caleb with like stable hand mc UGH I CANT ID GO FERAL FOR IT

Message to fellow USA LGBT+ users:

I want you to know that no matter what happens after November 5th, you are loved and you are wanted.

If the angry orange gets into office and our country goes to hell?

All we can do is put on the best smile that we can and lie our asses off if it means we get to live another day.

Just know that doing so doesn't make you any less of who YOU choose to be.

Please be stay safe, and again, know that you are loved. 💖

How do you get to wonderland?

Summary: You had thought that being hit by a truck was the prerequisite for getting isekai'd. So what the hell were you suddenly doing in the 80's in the middle of some hick-ass country town you couldn't find on a map. More importantly, where the fuck was your vape?

Part 1: you are here

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Your legs burn, calf muscles shaking under the prolonged strain of running. Your lungs struggle to continue providing the oxygen you so desperately need but you refuse to stop, you can’t stop running. Those things had found you once more, and even as your back aches from skin split open and your vision blurs with the heavy flow of blood from an open forehead wound. Things are only worsened by the torrential stream of tears that you can’t manage to stop. Your pain, exhaustion and fear all compounding into a lethal cocktail that makes a big part of you just want to lay down and die. If you just gave up, then maybe your death would be quick. Undoubtedly painful and terrifying but still quick.

Would your family ever stop looking for you? Would they ever find out what had happened, find where you had been dragged to? A choked sob that you failed to push down escapes your throat at the thought, because not even you had any idea where you were. Wherever it was, you were in hell and you couldn’t stop moving for fear of dying. For fear of those creatures ripping you apart.  A branch snaps across your face, and you let out a curse as you try to ignore what feels like even more blood suddenly sliding down your numb and abused face.

In your sudden painful blindness, you completely miss the sloping hill ahead and in your desperate dash you come close to breaking your neck as you tumble down. Rocks and fleshy vines digging into your skin, as you spin like an out-of-control cheese wheel.

You reach the bottom a near broken pile of flesh and bone, sobbing in pain and frustration. Lying in the mud, you let the rain pour down on your skin as you awaited your death. The monsters would be catching up soon and you couldn’t say you cared to run anymore, not that you thought you physically could.

You waited and waited and yet, silence. Straining your ears, you waited to for the tell tale screeches to reach you. Nothing. Cautiously you pushed yourself up, forearms buckling under the weight of your muddy form as your eyes slowly scanned your surroundings, widening as you realised you weren’t in that awful place anymore. Gone were the horrific roots and dusty air, gone were the red skies and flashes of lighting, and most importantly gone were the monsters that had been hunting you down relentlessly.

Fingers clenching in the mud beneath you, you hunched in on yourself the tears streaming down your face changing in nature to that of relief.  A hysterical laughter built up and bubbled out of your throat as you flopped back down against the ground. So there you lay, laughing and crying until your sides protested. You aren’t sure how long you lie there, letting the cool rain splatter against your skin, washing off the mud and soothing the various cuts and injuries littering your skin.

Eventually, logic wins out as you force your shaky and lactic acid filled muscles to work, managing to force yourself into a wobbly walk. Along the way you manage to find a sturdy enough stick to use as a walking aid for your pathetically weak body. You have no clue where exactly you are but what you do know is that if you ever see another tree after escaping this goddamn forest then it will be far too soon.

Just as you are about to give up you spot a flicker of what appears to be car headlights cruising along ahead of you. Filled with a sudden mix of desperate hope and adrenaline you launch yourself into the fastest run you can, which is to say not very fast. But there seems to be at least one god somewhat on your side as you stumble like a baby deer out onto the road. The sound of brakes squealing furiously fills the air as the driver of the car attempts to prevent you from becoming roadkill. You don’t pay it much mind however, hands coming to thump down on the hood of the car as you make eye contact with a surprised teenager with some of the most ridiculously puffy hair you’d seen. His mouth moving in what you thought might be an alarmed shout was the last thing you saw before everything went black and you were hitting the ground like a sack of bricks.

I don't think people truly understand the gravity of Rafah being bombed.

There is nowhere left to go.

The lowest cost is $5,000 USD to flee to Egypt. There has been people paying over $10,000 USD.

That is the only option

Pay or die.

Rafah was the only place in Palestine promised not to be bombed. That promise is broken.

1.5 million people have nowhere to go!

Reminder, if possible, please donate to the PCRF, ANERA, Islamic Relief, Palestine Red Crescent Society, Medical Aid for Palestinians, Defense for Children International - Palestine, Doctors Without Borders, and all other trusted organizations.