God, I Love My Toxic Yaois

Vlad Plasmius

I had a crush on him in middle school for some reason

I don't care much for 4th of July..but I do love horror films, so here's a 4th of july horror film

this was in my brain and wouldn't leave

Stone: Look at how cute these pens are!

Robotnik: Stone, that's gay

Stone: Dr, we've been dating-

Just remembered Luke Skywalker was a seriel killer in Criminal Minds

Anyway I adore Mark Hamill and I loved him in this role.

I'm hyperfixating on this character so much. His design is so cool and he's voiced by Mark Hamill who's one of my favorite actors!

The characters name is Undergrowth and he's from Danny Phantom!

Its November 1st you know what that means!?!?!

Its tiiiiime

Garcia: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much. Morgan: Oh, you’ve been? Garcia: Once. In Monopoly.

Guess what bitches, I'm back in my Henry creel/001 phase.

If evil, why hot?

Come here kitty kitty*pspsp*

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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏