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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD
Dear humanity,
Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉
Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
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me & you together song
i've been in love with her for ages and I can't seem to get it right i fell in love with her in stages my whole life - me & you together song, the 1975
pairing: stanford!art x friend!reader, slight patrick x tashi
in which: art’s been in love with you for ages, and he can’t seem to muster the courage to tell you.
warnings: patrick and tashi are dating in this, art being an absolute loser and dork, severe pining
note: i just really like writing friends to lovers okay???
“seriously man?”
patrick snap his fingers in front of art’s face. “i come back from tour, just to visit you and you can’t even look at me because you’re busy— what, busy starin’ at a chick?”
“she’s not just some chick—“ art snaps his attention back to his best friend.
“no, she’s the girl of your dreams—“ the other boy mocks in a dreamy tone. “you’ve been doing this since the tennis academy days. since you saw her on the fuckin’ court when we were twelve.”
“shutup- shutup-“
“no! i will not shut up, donaldson.” patrick rolls his eyes. “you’ve been doing this for forever, and we’re in college now. ask her out, it’s not hard to—“
“shut up— PATRICK.” art says loudly. he clears his throat and he turns his head to you approaching. his cheeks flushing up from the sight of you. “hey.”
“hey.” patrick snorts casually.
“hi.” you smile politely. “um, art. do you know when practice starts today? i lost my schedule.”
“um. yeah- it’s- uh— it’s at- at- two.”
“oh okay, thanks, art.” you smile and wave before turning away and joining your friends at their table.
“it’s— uh— uh— uh— at— at— t-t-two,“ patrick teases with a smirk. art slaps his chest with a scoff.
“whatever man.”
“let me be your wingman!”
“no.” art says stiffly.
“oh come on, why not?” patrick groans as if he’s in physical pain.
“the last time you offered to be my wingman, you told her—“ he looks around and lowers his voice, “—that i have an intense boner.” art hisses, his pale skin turning red at the memory.
“what? was i wrong? no!” patrick cackles then slowly stops as he catches his friend’s glare, “besides, she laughed! she thought it was a joke. girls love a funny guy-“
“she didn’t laugh because it was funny, patrick. she laughed because she was mortified.” art says stiffly.
“whatever you say man.” patrick chuckles to himself, wearing that stupid, condescending grin. “i’m just saying— if you don’t ask her out, you’ll be pining after her until you’re forty-fucking-five.”
art’s mouth shifts in a thin line, because for once, what patrick’s saying is true.
at practice, art rallies the ball back to his hitting partner. his grip’s loose, his footwork’s sloppy, but he’s barely paying attention to that because you’re right there.
you laugh at something one of your friends said, the way your face shifts, perfecting that smile. the way your ponytail blows in the gentle wind, the way—
“donaldson! come on, this is the third time!” his hitting partner yells as the missed ball slams the fence behind him with a thwack.
“fuck— fuck- yeah, i’m sorry.” art says quickly, he snaps back to attention and turns around to pick up the ball. but when he bends over to reach it, another hand is already picking it up for him.
he looks up and his cheeks redden again.
“here.” you smile gently, like an angel— no— no- a goddess, and hands the ball to him.
for a moment, art stares, his mouth agape, speechless. his eyes never leaving your eyes, he freezes in place.
you furrow your eyebrows together in mild confusion and you laugh slightly to break the awkward silence. “art?”
“oh— yeah— yeah, sorry- zoned out.” art says frantically, standing up and taking the ball. as your fingers brush— just for a second—his heart stutters. “th— thanks.”
as he turns to toss the ball back to his partner, the coach yells— “ok, five minute water break! good work.” his partner groans and throws his hands up in the air.
art stares longingly at you from a distance as you tip your bottle back. he wishes he was the bottle. fuck— what is wrong with him?
from the bleachers, patrick catches the look in his friends eyes, and scoffs. he whistles. when art looks, gestures lazily in your direction. he then mimes drinking from an invisible cup. ‘ask her out for drinks,’ he mouths, just for good measure.
art mouths back— ‘how?’
but patrick’s already distracted— his hand finds tashi’s waist as he whispers something in her ear. she scoffs showing him off as he kisses her cheek. some wingman, art thinks to himself with an eye roll.
for once, art musters l the courage to talk to you. he takes a few heavy steps, scrambling for the right words. ‘hi, i’ve been in love with you for the past seven years.’ too strong. ‘how are you?’ too vague.
he decides on a ‘hey. are you free tonight? do you want to go get drinks? i know a good spot.’
yet, as he reaches where you are and has you staring at him expecting him to say something— he squeaks out a “drinks?”
you blink, “drinks?”
“you— do you— you want— do you want drinks?”
you tilt your head with a half smile, “n-no?”
“i mean— fuck, uh.” he clears his throat, twice. “do you— do you want, do you want to go out with drinks with me? tonight? if you’re free- if you- have time.”
“as friends?” you smile slightly as you brush a strand of hair behind your ear.
fuck. fuck. abort mission. his brain screams at him to run, but his feet won’t move. okay, so you want to go as friends? sure— he can do that.
“well, duhhhhh—“ he says, way too loud. “um— yeah— as— um— the bestest friends. yes. from mark rebellato’s tennis academy. friends.”
everyone on the stanford tennis team is staring at him at this point. even patrick lets out an exaggerated sigh from the bleachers.
“…oooookay then, is seven good?” you ask gently
“yup. amazing. so good.” he grins— way too wide with his teeth clenched— and bolts.
he drops down next to tashi and patrick, exhaling like he’s just run a 100 miles. “i did it.” he lets out a breathless laugh, almost in disbelief. “i asked her out.”
patrick snorts. “you call that asking someone out?”
“i mean— technically, yeah?”
“did you actually— or-?” tashi raises her eyebrow.
“our big man did it, tash.” patrick laughs. “he’s going out for drinks with her. as the ‘bestest friends from mark rebellato’s tennis academy,’ of course.”
“shut up,“ art groans, holding his head in his hands.
“no- because, you weren’t even ‘bestest friends’— you were barely friends with her at the academy.” patrick points out. “you barely spoke to her, all you did was pine after her and jerk o—“
art’s cheeks flush up and covers patrick’s mouth, looking around frantically. “OKAY— okay, patrick. we get it.”
tashi sighs, patting her boyfriend’s arm. “just don’t be weird and scare her off.”
patrick grins, “like that’s possible.”
“patrick,” tashi gives him a look. patrick rolls his eyes, then turns to art, squeezing his cheeks.
“fine, good luck. just remember, you can’t fuck up more than you already have,” he pauses, “probably.”
for the past half hour, art’s been gripping on his drink like his life depends on it.
you’ve been going on and on about tennis practice, this girl who borrowed your lip gloss and lost it, and that time you fell on your face during a junior league.
but he’s completely distracted because at the moment, he doesn’t know whether he’s looking at you too much— or not enough. if his outfit says ‘causal friend hangout’ or ‘please love me and run off with me to a cabin where we can live happily for the rest of our lives.’
so he just laughs when you laugh. nod at the right times. says “yeah” when it seems appropriate.
and he prays that you don’t notice how he’s completely freaking out about this.
“art.”
he snaps out of it instantly.
“…mm yeah?” he mumbles like complete, fucking idiot.
“are you even listening to me?” you smirk, laughing slightly.
“of course, i am.” he tries to put on a winning smile but it comes out strained.
you raise your eyebrow, taking a slow sip from your glass. art, desperate to seem composed, mirrors you and drinks from his.
as you set your drink down, you casually mention, “y’know, i used to have the biggest crush on you?”
art chokes.
“what?” he coughs.
“yeah. back at the academy. i really, really liked you,” you laugh.
his heart practically leaps out of his chest and he swears his cheeks are probably heating up and shifting to some shade of pink.
but he plays it cool— or at least, he tries to.
"you said you used to? so- so, not anymore?" he stammers.
"i mean, i could like you, if you like me back," you tease. "but we're here as friends? right?"
he screams internally. fuck him. fuck his idiocy and not being able to ask the girl he loves on a real date. "...right." he looks down at the beer swirling in his cup.
you pause slightly, scanning the expression on his face. "do you like me?"
art raises his head, looking you in the eyes. this is his chance, whoever's up above has given him an opportunity. he cannot fuck this up.
"ye— i mean— pff, no."
fuck.
fuck.
patrick's voice rings in his head, 'just remember, you can’t fuck up more than you already have,' and look what he's done.
why, why would he say that? what is wrong with him? so many questions swarm his head and he has the urge to slap himself.
your eyebrows furrow in mild confusion and you look almost... disappointed? but you shrug anyways, "oh, okay then."
for a moment there is silence, before you clear your throat, "should we get another round of drinks?"
"yeah— sure." art murmurs, nodding slightly.
art donaldson is a fucking loser.
he repeats this in his head as he walks you back to your dorm. he opens his mouth several times to scream out about how much he loves you. about how he needs you. about how he wants to be with you for the rest of his life, despite it being only the first technical date.
but he can't.
he turns his head to look at you, because you're so pretty. and amazing. and perfect. he sighs and looks straight ahead.
he fucked it up.
patrick's right, he'll be pining after you until he's forty-five. actually, no, he'll be pining after you until he dies.
art's convinced he might explode because both of you haven't said a single word. he wants to rip his skin off or get on his knees and cling to you like a toddler.
after another two minutes of silence, he stops walking and bursts.
"i really like you."
he scans your face for a reaction but you stare at him.
"like— i really, really like you. i'm in love with you, i mean— who wouldn't be? you're so amazing— you're good at tennis, you're smart, you're nice, you're gorgeous— fuck- i should really shut up." he rambles, "i've just- i've just liked you since we were fucking twelve because you let me borrow your tennis ball after i hit mine over the fence. i thought you were really thoughtful— i mean, you still are—"
"art." you laugh, grabbing his shoulder.
"no- no- i know what you're going to say- like- we're friends. we're not even friends actually, i don't- i don't talk to you- at all—"
"art."
"-and i don't care if you don't like me back- i just wanted to get this out-"
"art!" you finally yell. you roll your eyes. "i know."
art stops talking.
"i know," you say again with a shrug. you brush a blonde hair out of his face.
art suddenly notices how close you are. "y-you know?"
you smirk, "i'm not an idiot. i have eyes."
is it just him or have you gotten closer? his cheeks are probably red again. like they always are around you.
"huh." his teeth worry into his lip in thought, he tries hard not to stare at your lips but ends up glancing at them.
you giggle softly, catching his glance, “i think you’re cute.”
“cute?” he squeaks.
“yeah, cute,” you grab his face a gently press your lips against his.
a few minutes later, art is running back to his dorm. his steps light and fast, he smiles like an idiot. his heart flutters so fast, he thinks it must be pounding out of his chest. he’s dizzy. he thinks he might faint.
but he stops, pulling his blackberry out of his pocket to type a message with shaky hands.
ART DONALDSON: you will not believe what just happened
he stares at the message with a grin, finger hovering over the send button, then presses it.
PATRICK ZWEIG: ?
PATRICK ZWEIG: dude
PATRICK ZWEIG: dude???
PATRICK ZWEIG: art??
PATRICK ZWEIG: hello?????
art laughs to himself still in disbelief.
ART DONALDSON: i dont even know what to say
ART DONALDSON: but it’s all happening
he leans back against the wall, laughing out loud again. he lets out a breath, grin never fading—
he’s definitely still an idiot, but maybe now— he’s a lucky one.
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tags: @hyuneskkami for the divider
“god forbid a girl get huzz” - 2
you applied your lipliner smoothly, double checking your appearance in the mirror. you were backstage on the tonight show, excited, admittedly, but a tad bit nervous.
you set your phone down, smoothing your hair down anxiously, before a knock on your dressing room rang through your head. “you ready?” a lady asked kindly, carrying a clipboard. you nodded, flashing her a soft smile before standing up, smoothing out your dress, before following her towards the main stage. you waited anxiously, the only thing on your mind being that mike would see you.
“now, our next guest is someone i’m super excited about — she’s been making waves the past few years in the entertainment industry, and is here tonight to talk to us a bit about her career. please welcome to the show, miss y/n l/n!” jimmy’s voice rang out, followed by a round of applause, and you headed onstage, flashing a smile and waving at the audience, before shaking hands and taking the seat across from him.
”well, it is so good to have you here! can i just say, you look fantastic!” he flashed you a grin. “thank you, jimmy!” you smiled. “well, i mean, i’m so glad to be here, y’know? i mean, when you start out, you never think you’ll be here.” you admitted, smoothing your dress down as you laughed softly.
“oh, it was a guarantee sometime soon. considering all the projects you’ve had going on for you — and, i mean, you’ve been booked, right? ever since you started acting, you’ve put yourself to work.” he pointed out. “now, i wanted divulge back into your past jobs a bit. so, tv shows.” he peeked at one of his showcards.
“yellowjackets, and this is us.” he noted. the audience clapped at the mention, and you flashed a smile. “yeah, that’s correct. so, actually, i landed the role on this is us not so long after i filmed american honey, and i was worried i’d flop, y’know? so when i walked into that audition room, i was honestly just kind of assuming i wouldn’t get the role. and when i got the call-back, it was just kind of a holy shit moment. like.. this show, was originally already written for six seasons. so i was in it.” you laughed softly, crossing your legs.
“and, i mean, when i actually met the cast, i was so awestruck, y’know? i mean, i’m a huge fan of gilmore girls, and low and behold, milo ventimiglia is there. and i see him, and, oh my god, he is such a dad.” you laughed. “so, he says hi, and smiles, and i was like.. this is not real.” you grinned. “and, i mean, i’m still very much close to all my cast mates. i idolize everyone so much, and just — the idea that we’ve acted in a show so emotional, as well as beautiful just brings us together, in a way.” you said, and jimmy nodded, flashing you a wide smile as well.
“when i tell you i cried every episode.” he sighed in mock exasperation, and laughed. “no — like, i’m so serious! i would watch with my wife, and it’s like, man, these people can never get a break!” you grinned, shaking your head. “oh, believe me, i know. i can’t rewatch it, definitely only a one-time watch for me.”
the rest of the interview went pretty smoothly. you answered any questions, overall making a good impression on jimmy and the audience. the nervousness never quite went away, the idea that mike was watching made you overthink your body language, responses, and just looks in general.
once you had bid him farewell, and stepped off the stage, you finally checked your phone, seeing messages from zendaya, josh, and timothée.
a/n: AYY AYY !! also i updated the things reader is starring in, sorry!! i figured why not tv shows😆 and btw, i actually love this is us, i watch it all the time with my mom☺️☺️ i def recommend it!
“who’s that?” - 1
you had just finished wrapping up a long day of filming, feeling exhaustion float off you. curled up in your trailer, you grabbed the tv remote, in search of something to watch until you (inevitably) fell asleep. you scrolled, eventually, then landed on a movie you hadn’t seen, but decided to give it a shot. after all, there were two familiar faces on the screen.
challengers.
you hummed thoughtfully, pressing play, and cozing up.
holy shit.
any thought of sleep evaporated at the start of the movie. you sat through the whole thing, gaze on the screen. specifically, on an unfamiliar face.
art donaldson. at least, that was his character’s name. you chewed your lip in thought, bringing out your phone.
a/n: yum i just started this👅👅 yes i also made u friends with timothée bc damn!! i figured since there’s so many movies tg 🤣😂😂 okay gonna keep writing, ty!
introducing ·˚ ༘ *..
mike faist x actress! reader (smau as well as ff!)
you’ve been a renowned actress for a while now. since 2016, you’ve hit the big screen in american honey, and have moved your way up to becoming an a list celebrity. now, in 2025, you’ve starred in multiple films and tv shows, and have gained fans and friends alike in hollywood.
actress! reader who has starred or played supporting roles in:
american honey (2016) ; directed by andrea arnold (alongside sasha lane, shia labeouf, and riley keough)
ladybird (2017) ; directed by greta gerwig (alongside saoirse ronan, lucas hedges, and timothée chalamet)
a quiet place (2018) ; directed by john krasinski (alongside emily blunt, john krasinski, millicent simmonds, and noah jupe)
the king (2019) ; directed by david michôd (alongside timothée chalamet, robbert pattinson, and lily-rose depp)
emma (2020) ; directed by autumn de wilde (alongside anya taylor-joy, johnny flynn, and mia goth)
dune: part 1 (2021) ; directed by denis villeneuve (alongside timothée chalamet, zendaya, and oscar isaac)
bodies bodies bodies (2022) ; directed by halina reijn (alongside amandla stenberg, maria bakalova, and myha’la)
la chimera (2023) ; directed by alice rohrwacher (alongside josh o'connor, isabella rossellini, and alba rohrwacher)
dune: part 2 (2024) ; directed by denis villeneuve (alongside timothée chalamet, zendaya, and austin butler)
shows:
this is us (2016 - 2022) ; created by dan fogelman (alongside milo ventimiglia , mandy moore, and sterling k. brown)
yellowjackets (2021 - present) ; created by ashley lyle and bart nickerson (alongside sophie nélisse, jasmin savoy brown, and sophie thatcher)
a/n: hi everyone! so this is def a new thing i’m doing, so bare w me if pics look blurry 💔 also, did u guys see how i made you star in a movie with both josh and zendaya😆 i’m helping you already hello 👅 but i will try to be updating this as much as i can, fs! new part will be out soon!