Family: “why Are You Just Sitting In Ur Room Smiling At Ur Phone?”

sonya massey was killed in her own home.

she called the police for help, and they killed her over her pot of water and her trying to banish evil spirits from her home (there was a intruder suspected)

she apologized, and they shot her.

“she had boiling water” that doesnt mean sean grayson should have killed her.

sonya massey.

sonya massey.

sonya massey.

sonya massey.

we black women cant even be okay in our own home, who are we supposed to call now?

police officers are supposed to protect and serve the public. but they only protect themselves.

SAY HER FUCKING NAME.

Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

It's a pity you ignore me and I need your help and you can help me‼️

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 20£

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

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Reblog!

The truth of it 🤣

I’m reaching out to seek urgent help for my family, who are struggling with extreme hunger. The children in my family are suffering from severe food shortages, and I am trying to provide a 25 kg bag of flour, which can sustain their hunger for a week.💔💔

The cost of the flour bag ranges from $350 to $500, which is beyond my financial ability. I kindly ask for your support, no matter how small, to help relieve the suffering of these children and provide them with essential food.💔🙏

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6 non-selfie photos!!

This is such a cute idea, thank you @aldertreegroves!! 💕

no-pressure tags: @ennabear @cryptidflesh @bionicslaughter @witchyblade @nightcityaliens and anyone else who wants to join!

i wish you guys could read the amazing fic i haven't written and probably will never write, it's fire

I got something brewing 😼 lwky that adhd hyperfocus go crazy

Hey its okay if i ask Things Monoma Does While Fucking You? 👉👈 (if u dont write for him, then Denki) please and thanks

Things Monoma Does While Fucking You

warnings: he’s a tease, cursing, monoma’s a warning himself, hair grabbing, you and monoma have some sort of rivals to lovers thing going on, monoma’s a masochist, switch monoma. Enjoy!

First off Monoma never thought he would be doing it with you of all people. I mean he hated Class 1A, he hated your guts especially the way your quirk was so powerful(and that he couldn’t copy it), they way you just didn’t have a care in the world, and how you where so perfect. Little miss perfect oh how he wonder how your class would react to him fucking your pathetic little pussy out.

Monoma would definitely grab your hair pulling you like a little dog in front of the mirror so you could see your face being fucked by him. He wants you to feel embarrassed and he wants to see tears roll down your eyes. “Not so great now Y/N? I expected better really.” He had a tone of judgement that just got on your nerves.

He’s a degrader point blank period. Slut, bitch, whore, dog, useless, etc. He’ll whisper them into your ear while your riding him pressing and squeezing your nipples oh how your reactions just turns him on even more.

If your comfortable with it he’ll take pictures of you just for him though Monoma’s not that cruel your nudes are just for him and him. Video taping is another option to he’ll even jerk off listening to your pretty little voice sing his name.

Monoma has no problem with you being the dominate one if anything he loves it. He’s a masochist I mean why do you think he lets Kendo man handle him it’s stirs a deep pleasure inside of him and now you can make all his fantasy come true.

He gladly let you pull his hair, grab his nipples, slap his ass, it’s just pleases him. “Your such a slut for me huh baby?” You tugged his hair making him arch his back. “Mommy’s little slut say it!” Pure glee entered your eyes “I’m mommy’s little slut.” He loved when you smacked his ass and kissed his neck. Maybe your not so bad.

On an occasional he’ll praise you and when he does well. “Your such a good little whore”. “Your my slut and nothing else.” Ugh he is so frustrating but damn could he fuck your guts out and then rearrange them with a smile.

Authors Note: Honestly I didn’t like writing this one I feel like I didn’t really put my best into it but I tried. Hoped you enjoy!

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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“I know honey.” His voice is muffled the sounds coming out incoherent the way his face is shoved in your pussy. His hands gripping your thighs surely to leave marks but he just loves you so much he can’t help it. Your hands dig in his hair scrunching and grabbing every second it just turns him on even more. He’s kissing, sucking, licking, and twirling every little bit down there his mouth marking your pussy saliva mixed with your slick dripping down his chin when looks at you. His eyes golden shine hungrily his skin is flushed a pretty pink with a thin layer of sweat covering his face. Your sundress that he bought for you is brought up at your waist underwear discarded one of your straps hangs off your shoulders chest covered in hickeys and sweet kisses marks of his love. He couldn’t help himself he barely managed to control himself at that family gathering of yours quickly bringing you to the bathroom for a quickie. “You’re so pretty mama.” His voice is heavy dripped in desire and lust the scene is so pleasing you feel your stomach flutter. He continues eating you out while making eye contact his eyes boring into yours pleasantly listening to your whimpers and moans and whimpers “yea, I know baby keep singing f’me.”