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on pinterest search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category

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date / night date

gift

outfit

dessert

love quote

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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿

In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

And yet, we are still here.

Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.

Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.

Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.

We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.

I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.

Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.

💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.

We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.

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Donate to A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Home, Rebuilding Our Lives, organized by Mohammed Altelbani

In the blink of an eye, everything we knew and loved w… Mohammed Altelbani needs your support for A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Ho

Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

With all my gratitude, – Mohamed

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

I have been released from containment (work) and will be wrecking havoc (liking all my mutual’s posts)

Whatever you do, don’t get stupidly high then listen to Fourth of July by Fall out boy.

You will think about Satosugu.

And you will be in tears.

Send this to ten other blogs who deserve all the love in the world 💕💕

(You don’t have to do it again, I just thought you deserved the same message)

Thank you Linny 💕💕💕

I think that every version of Gojo loves it when you are mean to him.

Not anything outrageous but just you mocking him in a sickly sweat tone. It just ignites something in him to see you put him in his place.

ESPECIALLY IN BED

“I thought you could handle this.”

“Do you need me to stop?”

“Oh poor baby”

He’s a sucker for it every 👏 time 👏

Hades! Geto who hates the lavish parties thrown on Olympus.

He is never usually welcomed there, his very presence is a bad omen. The others whisper as he passes them by. He feels exposed and can’t stand it.

But here he is, letting Satoru talk him into going to a party because he may see you.

The man in question has long since left him to drink and flirt with the flower nymphs in attendance.

Suguru had hoped that he could get this love out of his system by visiting you once. You had welcomed him and even praised his bird form. But it only seemed to make his problem worse. His mind wanders from him so often.

He is at war with his own mind. It wanders to you and how you would feel under his hands. He wonders how you would look at him if you knew who he was.

Would you be scared of him?

It would be natural.

You create life and Suguru manages the dead. The two of you are polar opposites yet he feels anchored to you. It was funny how he is surrounded by death but seeing your life makes him yearn to live.

Suguru keeps to the edge of the great hall. He stays near the wall and looks out at the other gods who drink merrily to a new spring.

He knows that you are in charge of this party since spring is your doing but he hasn’t caught sight of you yet. His eyes look down at the wine glass in his hand.

Suguru’s ears register the sound of clicking heels on the marble floor.

“Suguru!”

He looks up to see Yuki, the goddess of love, walking over with an easygoing smile on her red lips. She walks with an air of absolute confidence in her step. Her dress and hips sway as she comes to a stop in front of him, a wine glass in her left hand.

“What a wonderful surprise!” She laughs and pats his shoulder, “You rarely come up the mountain anymore.”

“I have important responsibilities in the underworld.” Suguru answers and looks out at the party again.

“Responsibility is a heavy weight to bear.” Yuji says and leans against the marble column behind her. “But you don’t have to let it consume you.”

Her eyes are sharp against his back as he gazes over the crowds.

“I have a job and I do it well.” He responds simply.

“You can still find time for pleasure.” Yuki comments.

Suguru attempts to respond but his breath hitches as you enter the room.

The room bursts into life as you walk in. Every flower and plant seems to brighten as you move past them. The vines tremble with joy as you pass by and Suguru knows that he is no better. Your face is wide with a smile and he wants to see you smile like that at him.

Suguru wants to be the source of your joy and laughter. He wants so desperately for you to look at him. Suguru realizes that he may never be satisfied if he doesn’t feel your gaze meet his own.

His heart beats out of his chest as your eyes meet his. It is only for a second. One second and Suguru would give anything for you to look again. The arrow in his heart aches for you.

“It looks like you do have room in your life for pleasure Suguru.” Yuki remarks with a knowing smile.

Suguru looks away from you and storms out of the room, leaving Yuki alone as she laughs at him.

He hates parties.

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