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Hello, this is a longshot saving life call, I am Peter Shimbir Samir from Gaza. I am here to request for your support to help get my insulin, just an injection for today to save my life please I beg. I was diagnosed with Latent Autoimmune Diabetes and due to the current situation in Gaza I'm unable to get my insulin injection as a result I'm here begging for little financial support to help me purchase insulin for this week. My donation link is attached in the pinned post, I might have sent this ask to you earlier but kindly consider donating and sharing. This is the only option I have at the moment to save my life from going into a coma.

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I love having Tumblr mutuals I haven't spoken to in a long time, but they reblog my reblogs and I know we still share the same interests. /gen /pos

🇵🇸 🛑pleas don't scroll ‼️Hi, I hope you are well. My name is Mohammed Atallah, I live with my parents, six sisters, a little girl named Malak and a little boy named Ameer in North Gaza. I created this link to fund a bone graft in my left hand which was shot by an explosive bullet, to rebuild our destroyed home and to evacuate my family from Gaza to a safe place.And donate any amount to safe life .. I will appreciate your help❤️ Can you please help as much as you can . Press all buttons on my wall , I beg you to visit my page, view it, and donate via the link in the bio💔Donate and share widely 🆘🆘 Every euros will make a difference 🙏I urge you to donate. Even the smallest amount can make the biggest difference. Not only he needs to evacuate with his family, but he is in dire need for surgery! The IDF has shot his arm with an explosive bullet. Not a regular one. AN EXPLOSIVE ONE. So he needs to get it treated right away! Otherwise, he will get an infection and it may lead to amputation. WE DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN, DO WE DO?So contribute! Make sure to reblog and share his story if you are unable to do so.Help my family. War is devastating. There is nothing left to live. No schools, no universities, no home, and no dreams. All dreams have been shattered. I hope for help before it is too late Please share on Twitter and tumbler and Instagram The campaign has been documented @90-ghost 🍉

Verified, please donate if you can

I'm holding my silence no longer!

Valen x Masc!Merlin

Walker x Korin

I'm so far behind the story compared to others, so I don't even know much about the cowboy and leaf arms, but these are my OTPs and nothing can change my mind!

Reblog if you are okay with people giving you lots of boops!

I'm so gay. I love men. 🥰

This is so fucking stupid.

But I want a genuine "gay chicken" for ghostsoap

I want them to be stubborn mules over a stupid bet

I want them to be in awkward situations where someone asks if they chickened out yet and they have to prove it somehow that they don't

I want Simon to not be out to the group as gay and Johnny to have forgotten to tell his friends that he's pan

I want this to be a friends to lovers story, with no feelings beforehand and the way they fall is because they act and talk about how their domestic life would be and the other falling in love with the idea

My crush my actual fiancé said hi to me while I was walking out of the place he works at and I fucking walked into the door... 😳🫥

Will he still talk to me after this?

Today I learned

Og Ghost was a lieutenant and not a sergeant.

...

If my boyfriend finds this, I'm dead.

To my defense tho, I was busy gaying over Cpt. Mactavish, so

Omg another He/She cod and Ghoap fan. 🥺

I'm sorry that this is stupid, but it's so rare for me and I get so happy whenever it happens.

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR BEING EXCITED TO SEE ANOTHER HE/SHE IN THE WILD!!! IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE ANOTHER HE/SHE GHOAPER !!!! I LOVE U!!!!! GODSPEED MY BROTHER IN ARMS. HE/SHE IT UP EVERYWBERE

I know nobody knows about this movie and those who do, know how problematic it is.

But hear me out!

Quest for Camelot!Ghostsoap

Idea

Ghost's birthday gift to Soap

I want other people to suffer like I did.

Last of Us!Call of Duty au

But Price and Nikolai are Bill and Frank.

I hate my boyfriend so much. /j

We were talking about the theory that Soap will be the traitor in MW3. We hated it, but we're angsty people who love to hurt our and eachothers' feelings.

He said that what if the betrayal goes exactly like it did in 09 but with Soap instead of Shepherd.

And this man.

This man said what if when Ghost goes to grab his gun, he just, hesitates, because it's Soap...

I hate this man so much.

But I have to admit, I didn't make it any better with saying that what if since in the 22 version we had different perspectives, we will see that scene from Ghost's perspective.

I know it's just my "clean it-fix it" personality.

But I would love nothing more than the gang make a nice get away out of the house that took them to the Boiling Isles.

And for angst reasons they find out that it was Philip and Caleb's home

"Ayo, what does Bonjour mean?? Thank you???-"

-Scout

As a new Medic main, I would like to say thank you for everyone who while I'm healing them, takes me to a medkit, because my noob dummass has no idea where the fuck those are and I'm on the edge of life.

Maskless Spy would wear makeup.

I dare you to fight me.

Man, making a tenth class oc while being anxious about making him too self insert is kinda hard

I got so stuck with my next story I decided to write a "Beach Episode" for the team, mostly knife party.

Boredom is fun

27 years old letter

Find it on ao3 here

Dadspy sprinkled with some Sniperspy

Edited by: @radiostaticc

Sniper was of course not the biggest fan for loud parties, but the kid is now 30, which he guess would make Scout not really a kid anymore, but who cares? He was the kid among them and shall stay forever. The little ankle biter who loved loud noises way too much, while alcohol not at all.

While most of the others were having fun being as drunk as one can get, Scout was at the table of gifts with his can of Bonk. Maybe it was how he sometimes did the same things, or maybe he spent too much time with his boyfriend, Spy. But Sniper noticed nervous movements on the Scout. Adjusting his clothes, like they never fit right; drumming on the can with one finger; briefly hugging himself with one arm. The kid was nervous to the brim and Sniper seemingly being the only one to notice, he decided to do something about it.

He walked up to Scout and put a hand on his shoulder, before greeting him, starting simple and kind.

"Staying out of the party? Your age is catching up to you kid?" he joked with a chuckle, relieved to see the other smile from it, but it didn't last long "What's wrong Scout?" he asked, low so it won't cause attention and not hide his worry. The fast runner got more nervous from the question. Chewing on his lips, looking around in fear that anyone else noticed, before giving in with a sigh.

"Can we go to one of your nests? I need air and privacy." he admitted.

"Sure kid, and don't worry. From the look of it, nobody will notice." Sniper said as they walked towards the front door of the base.

"Dear Jeremy,

When they reached the nest, Sniper gave the other time to say the problem. He was known for his patience and not many questions. So he waited. He watched as Scout finished his can of Bonk, tapped his foot on the wooden surface of the nest while getting his thoughts together and he waited as the problem was taken out.

Scout took out an envelope folded in half, looked at it for a little, before holding out for Sniper.

"My mom gave me this when I left home. Said dad wrote it to me when he left and I can read it when I turn 30. Problem is... I-I can't read. Doc said it's a normal dyswhat-the-hell. But I'm sure my da' didn’t know it was a thing I have when he wrote it. And just-"

"Would you like if I read it to ya?" Sniper cut in gently, grabbing the letter, but not yet taking it. Not until Scout released it and nodded as a silent answer. The envelope was already opened, so Sniper just had to take out the letter, unfold it and read it:

You're now old enough to maturely hear what I'm about to say. And old enough to be the age I was when I left you, your brothers, and your mother. I wanted you to have this letter at this age, so you can know how young and stupid a man can be in the age of 30. I also hope that you won't make the same mistakes by reading this and learning from mine.

When I met your mother and she boldly came up to talk to me, I knew that if a nobody like me can fall in love and not be alone in the feeling, then I should never let it go. But then I had to.

She never judged me and I never judged her for anything. She loved me the same way when I had to disappear for long times and I loved her the same way when she introduced me to her 7 sons.

Now before I say the next thing, I want you to know that you are not and never were the reason why I left you and your family. You were the brightest light in my life and still are, no matter where life takes us both.

These almost three years I could spend with you mean so much to me and it hurts so much that I had to leave. But my love for your family and you blinded me about how dangerous a job I actually had that put the bread on the table for the ten of us. I knew the moment when I received a letter with only your name on it, that I had to leave. I don't expect you to understand, or accept my choice. But I wanted nothing more than you to be safe. I made the worst choices in life, but loving my family was not something I could control. Your mother is the strongest woman this world has seen, so I know I'm going to leave you in good hands. She will protect and care for you, like I never could.

You can trust her in anything. I know, because I'm trusting her to keep the things she knows about me secret and give this letter to you when she knows it's time to face the truth of whatever lie she came up with. The truth of which is that I left to protect you and I still will always be with you. In the crowds, in the background, maybe even right next to you.

I'm going to do my best to keep you as close, but still as far to make sure you're safe and happy. Because that's what you deserve. You can say I'm an asshole and a coward, which you are right about. I was a coward for choosing running instead of fighting, but I know at this moment of writing this in your room, that I'm making a mistake. So I want you to learn from it. Love is the most dangerous thing a man can face and if you ever find it, please fight for it. Fight for the person, or people you love and they will fight for you if they're the right people for you. I didn't fight enough for you and your family. Which is why I could never ask for your forgiveness. All I can ask for is for you to never give up and know that you deserve to be loved.

Happy birthday Jeremy

With all the love from your dad"

Sniper had his own small pain in his chest by the time he finished, but it was nothing compared to the sobs he heard and saw when he looked up. He put the letter to the side and moved closer to hold the kid in a tight embrace. He was never a fancy pants, he couldn’t give two shits about Scout ruining his clothes, so he pulled the sobbing man close to his chest and let him cry his heart out. He deserved it. Even if Scout read, he couldn't imagine being alone after such a letter like this.

"Th-ank y-ou..." the boy hiccuped, before burying his face into the red shirt, trying to take deep breaths after feeling a hand caressing his back. "Freak-king asshole dad..." he tried to talk again with a little chuckle, but couldn't say more. So he leant his head against Sniper comfortably, the crying slowly calming down and soft snores taking its place.

With one hand, the sharpshooter put the letter back into the envelope and put it into his pocket before lifting up the kid bridal-style and carefully carried him down. He was happy to discover that the base was now quiet. Inside some retreated into their rooms, while others were sleeping in the living room. He walked towards Scout's room, pretending he didn't hear the extra pair of shoes failing to walk silently after them. After putting the kid into his bed, he put the envelope on the bedside table.

"Happy Birthday Scout." he whispered a last time, before leaving the room, closing the door after himself. "Come 'ere Spook." he said to the air, opening his arms.

"Merde." Spy whispered annoyedly for being found out, but still uncloaked and leaned into his partner's arms. "Bushman, I-'' he started worriedly, but got cut off by a kiss on his head

"I know Spook, I know. I love you too. You won't get away from me that easily." he comforted with a chuckle

"Liar..." Spy said, knowing Sniper too well to believe that anxiety is not eating him up about the letter and what he said about Scout's mom in it. He heard a sigh, before his head was lifted, so his lips could receive a gentle kiss.

"What if you take me to bed and show me just how much you love me then?"

"Sounds good, mon chasseur."

This is a secret, but might post my first fic in a long time and it's gonna be dadspy sprinkled with some sniperspy. 👀