Been On Motorcycle Tiktok… Thinking About These Two F-ing Around On Their Motorcycles…

Escape from bombing..💔

Are you just tired of these kinds of videos coming from Gaza Strip that asks you to not skip and to interact with it by donating or boosting it? Well maybe you are right, but guess what? We're also tired of living in this reality for a whole 9 months. So, it's not that much when we say that you are our only hope We literally mean it because you really are..🤍

Watching this video, you can see and may be imagine the horrible life that we live in here. This is how the Israeli military forced us to escape from our houses at the midnight by Ambulances and the Palestinian Red Crescent after violent attacks with heavy missiles and white phosphorus in our region. Flee with nothing but the clothes on our backs to search for safer place for my children who are screaming in fear. 😞

Like what else should we say so we can get your attention? What else are we supposed to lose so we can reach to safety and escape this genocide and this hell? 💔🍉

With profound sorrow, I implore your generosity as we endure this unimaginable ordeal. Your contribution can mean the difference between survival and oblivion for my family, and for this, we are eternally grateful. I believe your donation can offer us the chance to rebuild a new future for our children. Please help us, we need your help, support our campaign. 🙏🙏

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I need this man, please for the love of god I need him

Simon Riley is a sucker for eye contact. Being as his eyes are the only part of his face that he allows to be visible to others, eye contact is incredibly important to him.

But with you, he reads you best when he can see your eyes. He loves to know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.

Having an argument with him? You best bet he’s holding your gaze, regardless of what you’re arguing about. If you look away? This man will simply not speak, not utter a single word until you look back at him.

He’ll hold your gaze the entire time he’s fucking you. He’ll force you to keep your eyes open as he pounds into you, wanting to see every bit of pleasure played out in them.

Going down on you? You better hold his gaze. He’ll rip his mouth away so fast and refuse to continue if you let your eyes flutter closed. One of his favorite things in the universe is watching your eyes as come undone.

Going down on him? This man’s fist will be so tightly wound in your hair, pulling your head back ever so slightly so he can see your tear filled eyes, so pretty just for him.

One of his favorite things is when he comes home from deployment, the two of you have a ritual where you will lay in bed together, facing one another as you catch each other up on what you’ve missed. He’ll hold your gaze the entire time, his hand lacing through your hair softly as he hangs onto every word you say.

Simon Riley may not be a man of many words, but with you he’s learned that eyes are windows to the soul. And he’s more than happy to bare his to you.

Tim, getting impaled with a spear: Which ass-backwards motherfucker is running around Gotham with a spear??? Are you a god damn caveman???

Jason, frantically trying to stop the bleeding: Tim I think you have other things to worry about right now

Tim: Yeah, like how poorly this spear was designed. I mean if you're gonna use a spear at least make it a good one. The wood they used is a terrible choice, the spear head is incredibly impractical

Jason: Well considering it's going through your abdomen right I think it's doing it's job. I think it hit some vital organs. Probably your spleen

Tim: Oh that's not possible I don't have one of those

Jason: ???????

ghost who responds to soaps “you’re being homophobic!” in public with a very fearful “baby i look straight don’t play these games”

I have become a regular at the local cafe. I sit at the lunch counter with my laptop to write. The workers keep me updated on all the tea.

Barista: Oh god here he comes.

Me: who?

Barista: White Ferrari guy. Hes banned from the other cafe. All he ever does is tell the same stories about the pyramids. Or ghosts. Or his car. Don't make eye contact with him. If he talks to you he won't leave you alone- Hi hello welcome!

“The renowned British-Japanese visual artist HANA TAJIMA wore attire inspired by the Palestinian flag to the state banquet for the Emperor and Empress of Japan held at Buckingham Palace.” - Dr WR

People all across the spectrum are falling more strongly behind Palestinian humanity and rejecting Israeli barbarity.

This will only going to get stronger and stronger.

It’s a marathon not a sprint!

I can't commission just yet but once I can I will! Have you figured out a tip solution yet?

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thank you🥹

So goddamn sweet, I want my boyfriend to be like this!!!

Your Missus coming home after another night out with the boys.

Kyle and Johnny had taken Simon out again. Good lot, those two. He needed it, desperately so in your opinion.

So when he came home in the wee hours of the morning, pissed beyond belief, so much so that Kyle and Johnny were practically holding him up, well...

You figured Simon didn't know where he was. He'd taken one good look at you, or rather through you if his blurry gaze was any indication, and slurred out, "...'m sorry, luv, but I'm a taken missus."

Yes. Yes, you are, Simon.

You helped the boys get him situated. Simon refused to leave the couch, though. You made Johnny and Kyle crash in the spare bedroom and busied yourself helping your husband out of his clothes. His back would be an outright bitch in the morning. You can't say you didn't warn him. "Yer a good one, mate," Simon slurred as he sluggishly helped you take his shoes off, "Jus' like muh missus."

"That so? What's your missus like?" If you can't beat him, join him.

"Bes' fuckin' thing," he started, burping before laying down on his back. Simon looked at the ceiling, eyes half-lidded, fighting sleep yet two seconds from passing out, "Made o'good stuff, lovin' a bastard like me..." Your heart swelled with love, pride, and a little sorrow. You'll make sure to triple the amount of kisses you give him. After his hangover, that is.

"Yer made o'good stuff, too, mate," he trailed off sleepily, "Gonna get a'good missus like mine..."

"And what if I already have him?" You asked as you draped a blanket over Simon. "...Lucky bloke, then. Kick his ass if he doesn't see it..."

Will do, Simon. Will do.

And when your husband woke up the next day, his back an outright bitch, head throbbing, and cursing Kyle and Johnny to high heaven, you recounted every single word he said.

He hasn't lived it down since.