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My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

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89 and 90 for grumpy boy keef please? I love your blog so much!!!! 😍

Anonymous said: thank you for doing those requests! i feel bad about requesting so much from you ;; but like, that prompt list you posted have many ideas, so I’m coming back (the entirety of 51+ sounds so much like lance) // but for now, 89 & 90 for keith? c:

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89. “Aaand, they fell asleep. On top of me. Great.”

90. “You’re like a cat, but 97 times cuter.”

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You jump, startled, when Keith yanks open the door to your room and stomps to your bed, his brows knotted in a frown and murder shining brightly in his eyes.

He crawls onto your bed, still keeping his lips firmly shut, wrapping his arms around your waist and plopping his head in your lap, making himself comfortable and closing his eyes when he did. Shifting slightly, you sit up a little straighter against the wall, your fingers automatically finding their way to Keith’s hair. He takes a deep breath, and you can feel the tension seeping from his shoulders and leaving his body entirely.

“You still have your shoes on,” you chuckle, lightly brushing locks of dark hair out of Keith’s face. He doesn’t loosen his grip on your waist, only kicking off his boots, and you shake your head with a smile.

“Long day?”

“Hm,” Keith grunts, tightening his hold and burying his face in your shirt. “I just… I wanna nap.”

A laugh rolls past your lips and you ruffle his hair, secretly adoring the tousled look and the startled squawk that Keith lets out as he tries to swat your hand away. He scowls at you, his lips in a pout so exaggerated it’s almost comical. You peck him on the nose.

“You’re like a cat, but ninety-seven times cuter.”

Keith lets himself fall back into your lap. “Only ninety-seven?” he asks, voice muffled by your clothes.

“Ninety-seven. And not one more.”

“That’s fair.”

It’s silent for a bit, and you play with his hair a bit more, taking small sections and braiding them before grabbing another lock and braiding that too. It’s a habit of yours that developed over time–you’d always liked messing with his hair, and you knew for a fact that he secretly liked the little braids too, even though he pretended he didn’t. It was easy to see through him.

“Lie down for a bit. Cuddle with me.”

“I am cuddling with you.”

“Y/N,” Keith whines, tugging at your sleeves.

“Fine.”

As soon as you settle down, Keith snakes his arms around your waist again and plops down onto your chest, just like a cat would, tangling his legs with yours. He even snored slightly in his sleep, you know, and you bite back a grin; it sounded like a cat purring. It was more noticeable when he was really tired–like right now.

“You need to stop overworking yourself,” you say into his hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Hm. There’s just… a lot to be done, and there’s the Blade…”

“I know, but you don’t have to get everything done all at once. Missions with the Blade always wear you out, you should rest a bit in between.” You’d often find him snoring at his desk, his files still spread out and his fingers holding a pen or pencil. You know it’s useless to try and wake him up when he’s like that–he’d sleep for hours before you even had a chance of waking him up.

“Shiro doesn’t rest.”

“Shiro does rest. I make him. He’s almost as bad as you, but at least he knows when to stop.”

“I’m resting now, aren’t I?”

“I’m serious, Keith. It’s unhealthy to push yourself like that all the time.”

Keith groans. “I just wanted a nap, not a scolding.”

“I’m not scolding you,” you scoff, playfully tugging at his hair, “I’m just saying that you have to take better care of yourself.”

“I count that as a scolding.”

“You’re such a baby.”

Keith takes another deep breath, and you hear your own steady heartbeat resonating in your ears, and you close your eyes too. Your fingers find their way back to Keith’s hair, resuming the little braids. After a while, you feel the subtle shift in Keith’s breathing, and you curse softly.

“Aaand, he fell asleep. On top of me. Great,” you mutter under your breath, trying to shift out of his arms, but your efforts are futile. Keith has an iron grip, even more so in his sleep. Someone could shoot a cannon next to him right now and he wouldn’t wake up.

Naturally, the only thing you could do now was follow suit, and you shifted into a more comfortable position, still grumbling half-hearted curses when you close your eyes.

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We have been displaced eight times, moving from one school to another, and now we are living a life of homelessness and starvation. Even clean water is unavailable. 💔😭 My children are starving and suffer from malnutrition every day, going to bed hungry. I cry for my two-year-old daughter when she asks for milk, which we cannot provide. Her frail body survives on flour and stale bread, deprived of everything. My children crave vegetables, meat, and fruits; we haven't eaten any of these in 10 months, since the war started. Our bodies have deteriorated, our bones have weakened, and my son Mohamed's chest bones have become visible, along with the vertebrae of his spine. He also suffers from scabies due to the lack of cleanliness and medicine. Our bodies are filled with rashes from the heat because we are living with 40 people in a small, overcrowded classroom. My children have been deprived of education, even though they were all excelling in their studies

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My sick father and young siblings are trapped in a flimsy tent, enduring hunger, polluted water, and constant fear of bombings. They’re forced to eat worm-infested flour just to survive.

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Hello, I am Alaa from Gaza, 27 years old, and a mother of a baby.I was living a happy life with my husband and pregnant with my first child, but on October 7, my life was turned upside downI was displaced from my home on the first day and lived in my family’s home with my husband and I. I was pregnant with my daughter and went through the worst conditions. There was a siege, food shortages, and water pollution. During my pregnancy, many of the houses near us were bombed, and the smell of death affected my daughter and the smell of gunpowder, which put my daughter’s life at risk in light of the tragic conditions of the hospitals.

On December 24, my husband’s and my house was bombed and completely destroyed by Israeli raids. My husband and I became homeless.On January 23, the occupation launched a ground campaign against the place where I live, which forced us to flee within 5 hours. I fled, leaving my husband behind as he did not want to leave his city.It was a difficult displacement journey as I was carrying my daughter in the seventh month and I fled on foot for a distance of about 20 kilometers under enemy fire and shelling.

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