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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 🥺 .

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog my post.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

Gofundme.com

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Thank you for your compassion and kindness

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Please,if you can, donate.If you can't, reblog or share.Even a small contribute can make the difference

pm game night - fuck marry kill edition

tachihara: okay!! chuuya-san, fuck marry kill, akutagawa, dazai, kunikida

chuuya: marry akutagawa

akutagawa: ew

chuuya: fuck kunikida

akutagawa: ew

chuuya: kill dazai

tachihara: fair enough

higuchi: what about u tachihara, fuck marry kill - akutagawa-senpai, weretiger, gin-san

tachihara: hmm marry gi-

akutagawa: RASHOMON

gin:

higuchi:

kajii: okkayyy higuchi!! fuck marry kill - lemon bombs, me, akutagawa

chuuya: you're playing it wrong! u cant say lemon bombs

kouyou: honestly, how crude...

chuuya: i'll go. fuck marry kill, akutagawa: the weretiger, higuchi, tachihara

higuchi, blushing: oh-

akutagawa: weretiger, weretiger, weretiger

higuchi:

gin:

chuuya: ...that can't be healthy

kouyou, scoffing: fuck marry kill, dazai, tachihara, ranpo

chuuya: fuck dazai, kill dazai, marry da- oh

kouyou: exactly

higuchi: wait ! chuuya-san fuck marry kill, kunikida, ranpo, tachihara

chuuya: hmm

chuuya: fuck kunikida, marry kunikida, kill dazai

higuchi:

kajii: wait i get it now! akutagawa! fuck marry kill-

akutagawa: weretiger, weretiger, weretiger

kajii: i didn't even finish

tachihara, finally waking up covered in blood: am i dead

gin, writing to tachihara: fuck marry kill, weretiger, higuchi, tanizaki

tachihara: hmm fuck wereti-

akutagawa: RASHOMON

Hello dear friends! ❤🤍🖤💚

🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from an extended family of young children, women and elderly people ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days from an aggressive war.

Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.

So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we had lost all our sources of livelihood.Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost.

https://gofund.me/31c5cbe3

Please,if you can, donate.

If you can't, reblog or share. Even a small contribute can make the difference

The Crows and the Hargreeves really have a lot in common!

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Comrades of Tumblr, I have a myriad of Gaza fundraisers to share, and have been in a thread that will be the pinned message on my profile until further notice.

Right now, I would like to highlight a GoFundMe sponsored by Victoria Beauchamp for Aya Mahmoud and her family. Her situation is urgent, having sent me heartbreaking messages that she alone has 8 people to feed.

You can find her account here: @ayoosh-gaza02

The prices of food in occupied Palestine and the Gaza open-air concentration camp have spiked drastically since the genocide swung to full power in October 2023. A year has passed and Gaza has yet to be freed.

I have nothing left to give right now, but please, if you have anything to give, please direct your funds to here:

gofundme.com

Donate to Helping my family to evacuate from Gaza, organized by Aya Mahmoud

My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am a children’s teacher, 24 years old, living wi… Aya Mahmoud needs your support for Helping my family to

Please, even if you can't donate anything, make sure to reblog this post as well. I don't give a shit about the notes, but I do care about more eyes seeing Mahmoud so that this post can pass through more hands that can help.

So, you're telling me that I waited two months just to have to see the damn rat traumatizing more the poor sushi?

On Christmas Day of 2018, I received a paperback copy of George Orwell's 1984. I was 12 years old.

I remember the adults - aunts and uncles, parents, grandparents, looking at me cautiously, as if they had handed me a live bomb rather than a book. "That's a very intense book, okay?" my father told me. "If you want, we can talk about it after you read it." 12-year-old me, with only a dim idea of what fascism actually was and an insatiable appetite for books, only nodded.

While my younger cousins and sister played with their new toys, I sat on the couch and read the book in one sitting. When I finished, I looked up to see the adults staring at me with a strange sort of fascination. "Do you want to talk about it?" my father asked.

"No." I shrugged and turned away.

The truth was, I had been expecting a happy ending. Winston Smith was the good guy, wasn't he? Why didn't he win? Evil governments always lost in the end, didn't they? How could Winston have been brainwashed into believing such an evil, awful dictatorship was truly great? After all, when my middle school history teachers talked about dictatorships, those of Hitler and Stalin, it was obvious that they were the worst of the worst. No one actually agreed with them, did they?

Then I remembered my fourth grade class talking about the upcoming election, laughing about how obviously stupid Trump's wall idea was, and how strange it felt to hear someone say Clinton was worse. I don't remember his reasoning, but I distinctly remember thinking it was dumb because what could be dumber than a giant wall around Mexico? I remembered my grandmother arguing against vaccinating children, and I remembered flat Earthers I had seen online. That day was the first time it clicked for me: people believe what they want to believe.

The years passed. I read 1984 again, and again, and again. I watched as Trump shut down the government for sake of a temper tantrum, as he was impeached, as he told Americans to object bleach, as he politicized a pandemic and let thousands die. I didn't know about his SA scandals. I didn't know he had called Mexicans "thieves and rapists." I just knew he could not be allowed to be president again.

Yet, when 2020 rolled around, I was only 14 years old and could not vote. I settled for watching anxiously as the votes came in - I didn't know much about Joe Biden, but he was clearly a better alternative. He actually believed the COVID-19 pandemic was real, for one. So I sighed in relief as the results came through four days later: Joe Biden had been elected president of the United States.

I kept watching. I watched as Trump incited insurrection, as terrorists stormed the Capitol. I stared in horror at the TV. How could this have happened? How were so many people so delusional?

In December 2021, for my sophomore year English class, I read 1984 again. I thought of January 6th.

My classmates thought it boring, confusing, stupid. It didn't make sense. What did it matter? Who cared whether or not we knew the significance of the character of O'Brien?

I kept watching. The summer before my junior year of high school, just before I entered a relationship with my now-partner, Roe v. Wade was overturned, and I felt a sinking pit in my stomach. Six months later, a friend of mine read 1984 for that same English class, and he loved it - we had a few intense study hall discussions about the nature of doublespeak, of totalitarianism, of a surveillance state. My partner agreed, reading it with a terrified fascination.

I kept watching. I realized I was nonbinary, and I watched in horror as the Republican Party made their creeping advances to eradicate trans rights. Idly, I reread 1984. What the right wanted did seem a lot like Oceania's government, didn't it? I wondered if I'd ever be able to marry my partner, who, despite also being trans, was still the same sex as me. If Trump ran again, he'd probably win, and then what would we do?

Then, 2024. Trump won the primaries in a landslide. I turned 18 and registered to vote. In the meantime, I skimmed Project 2025's bits about banning pornography and thought of 1984 and its carefully curated sexless society, created to achieve perfect complacency. I went off to college and voted absentee, carefully bubbling in the circle next to Vice President Kamala Harris's name. I woke up on Wednesday, November 6th to see Trump had won the presidency.

It has been one week. Again, I watch as Trump proposes a Department of Government Efficiency, which sounds euphemistically horrific. I watch as he suggests Musk to head it, a man known for being as inefficient as possible. I think of the Ministry of Truth and how its entire purpose was to disseminate lies. I watch as people celebrate, mocking me and many others who had desperately voted against a fascist, a rapist, a convicted criminal, a man who would kill us and spit on our graves if he was elected to office. I think of Parsons and duckspeak, the practice of simply spitting out the "correct" propaganda the same way a duck quacked. People really did believe what they wanted to believe, didn't they? I realize Trump won because, deep down, people hated minorities more than they loved democracy.

I hope my loved ones and I will survive another Trump presidency. I hope those in Gaza and Ukraine will survive it too, along with so many others - Jews, POC, immigrants, students, disabled, Muslims. At the very least, I hope to live long enough to watch as the bigots are forced to eat their own words and come to terms with the fact they gleefully voted in their own downfall.

At the end of the day, 1984 taught me something I could not have comprehended at age 12, 14, 15, or 16, but can understand now: democracy dies not with a bang, but with a whimper.

*Crow conversation overheard on the streets of Ketterdam* Inej: *shivers* hey Kaz, I'm a little cold do you think you could, you know Kaz: of course *snaps fingers* Jesper: *takes off coat and hands it to Inej* Inej: thanks Wylan: wait. what if I'm cold too? Jesper: oh, well then *snaps fingers" Kaz: *fans fingers out magician-ly, reaches inside coat to pull out, you guessed it, another coat that he hands to Wylan Wylan: *visibly confused* thank you? I think? Inej & Jesper: *clap enthusiastically* Kaz:*bows dramatically*

*Meanwhile trailing a little ways behind them* Nina: *snorts* lol can you believe those dorks Matthias: HoLy sHiT Nina did you see that!?!?! He pulled that coat out of NOWHERE!!!

Stormbringer English Manga chapter 1 translation finished!!

heres the direct link. it’s also in my link tree!

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I hope you all enjoy!! let me know if there are any mistakes! ❤️

This is heal

A remake of an animation I did in 2020 because I apparently said I was never going to animate after that so I thought it'd be fun to prove past me wrong hah