Sqh The Kinda Guy To Be So Anxious On A Daily Basis But When He Makes A Mistake Hes So Freaked Out That

sqh the kinda guy to be so anxious on a daily basis but when he makes a mistake hes so freaked out that he becomes like the best functioning human being youve ever met.

he drops mbj's teacup and suddenly becomes the epitome of a used car salesman with the charm of the womanizer og lbh

hes oozing charm as he catches the cup out of thin air so smoothly and places it back down with this sharp grin and mbj thinks he might have covid or an aneurysm or maybe both

once he went to talk to a gathering of merchants after forgetting he left all his notes on who's who and what deals he wants to cut. he blacked out and when hes back at cang qiong he has like a stack of deals where the merchants are basically throwing their stuff at him. the merchants go home dazed and in love.

Jason: destroyed a titan

Piper: destroyed a goddess

Leo: also destroyed a goddess, but make it primordial

Dam. Tlh trio be really out here throwing hands with immortals and winning

Like, yeah Leo had help, but think he gets some extra points for dieing and coming back after hdgd

I still would love to see Jason's fight with Krios. I want to see him be *feral* as he defeats a whole titan on his own.

Obviously he's great with weapons, but honestly hc that he's even better without them.

i realised that shiro during his galra capture looks so much like genya holy shit...

This chapter absolutely gutted me. Oh boy, if you want heavy angst with a happy ending, this is it. Love, love, loved this fic. I thought it handled really hard, nuanced topics super well and in an honest way. Themes of morality, redemption, and healing from trauma. Read tags and warnings before reading. Stay safe ❤️

Fic: audience of one by @katranga on AO3

Lance gets captured by the Galra and sent to a prison ship. Keith, raised Galra, visits Lance's cell, driven by the unshakable curiosity about the new prisoner who looks like him.

^^^this is just Part 1 of the Ride or Die series by this author - I recommend reading both parts if you want the healing aspect of the journey 💕

Rebuilding Live: A Mother's Plea for Hope and Safety in Gaza

I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.

•My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.

On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.

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•This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.

In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.

•A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.

We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.

It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.

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saw the phrase “power move” and was reminded of the near-climax of MDZS when Jiang Cheng slams open the doors of the temple in the middle of a thunderstorm, holding his umbrella in one hand and purple lightning whip in the other, drops his umbrella to draw his sword while knocking most of JGY’s goons flat with a single crackling whip-swing in 0.2 seconds, then from the back of the temple JGY starts playing golden core-restraining music again, and still all in one smooth striding forward Jiang Cheng kicks a fallen goon’s sword into the air, catches it, and grates it against his own sword to make a noise so horrendously ear-splitting that every Lan in the room winces visibly, until Jin Guangyao stops playing and walks forward to say, “I must admit my defeat against such a power move.”

just thought I’d remind you all, too.