A YEAR A YEAR A YEAR

A YEAR A YEAR A YEAR

A YEAR A YEAR A YEAR

A YEAR A YEAR A YEAR

A YEAR A YEAR A YEAR

A YEAR A YEAR A YEAR

IN JUST 1 WEEK IT WILL HAVE BEEN A FULL YEAR OF GENOCIDE. A FULL YEAR OF BOMBING, DISPLACEMENT, AND SUFFERING.

Why is this allowed to happen ?! Why have we not stopped it yet ??

Israel is expanding their colonial project into Lebanon, Syria, and the entire SWANA region.

Are you not outraged ??? Do something !! Help this family SURVIVE A GENOCIDE ! PLEASE.

Iyad and Ruba's families have gone through SO MUCH. Losing 38K in total because of GFM's shit, Iyad having to live with unmedicated diabetes, Ruba sustaining a horrible stomach injury while being displaced, their tents flooding with 5 young children to look after, and Ruba's entire family including her several younger siblings being sick with a respiratory infection.

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Help Eman Abushaban reach their goal by donating or sharing with your friends.

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They've lost so much. Let's try to get them to at least 13K before the 1 year mark.

$10,010 / $13,000 USD

this should make you angry. children in gaza have been out of school for a whole year and will be out of school as long as the israeli invasion continues. palestinian children live in flimsy tents which do not offer them any protection from the heat/cold. they travel long distances to search for water. they are threatened by water-borne diseases and skin infections that are running rampant in gaza.

no aid has been allowed in gaza since may. there is a shortage of everything from food to medicine to blankets to tents. this means that prices for everything have gone up.

it has become very expensive to survive in gaza. heavy rains followed by the winter are fast approaching. a tent does not offer much protection against the elements.

help alaa [ @alaakh998 ] buy supplies for the winter and medicine for her son who is suffering from a skin infection. she has two children aged six and four. she needs to ensure their safety and welfare and it cannot be done without your help.

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go back in you fuck!!! yuo belong in the gay anf stupid dungeon because you are gay and stupid!!! scoffs homophobically

"i should do something productive today" WRONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG Lose all of your energy forget how to draw refuse to do any other activities go on the computer all day and forget what you were thinking about 2 seconds ago over and over again until bedtime. Okay

When I don't understand my friend's hyperfixation but I'm still here to support them

I may have cooked. It’s kind of pathetic, but I was bored during class and I immediately needed to write about two lesbians.

TW: brief violence, shit that’s typical for a mimic hunting(if you have some suggestions for the TW, please let me know 😭)

"So, that's what you are..."

I sulked in expertly imitated shame, so strong, rich, and painful that I almost thought that it was a real reaction in a real human brain. My hands were still black, missing a finger on each hand. I was false; I wasn't human.

My girfriend leaned forward, furrowing her brows.

"It explains a lot. I don't approve, but it explains a lot.”

"I am sorry." I replied, twisting my legs together in a way that caused a soft twinge in each of my joints.

"You should be."

Silence enveloped the living room for a few minutes, tension so strong that if it was a physical item, you could probably pluck it and play a tune. Fear radiated out from her, primal and savory, much like the incredible cut of beef we shared that night for dinner. It was a sibling to love, a father to respect, a cousin to betrayal.

"Well?" She prompted. I looked up at her, feeling oh-so-small.

"Well, what?"

My partner leaned back, crossing her arms. The taste of her fear faded, now only faint traces in the air.

"Well, what are you waiting for? You've been waiting to kill me for this entire time. Months. You have to be getting impatient; it'll be my last gift for you." Her eyes roamed over me, staring deep into my eyes. In humans, a symbol of connection; in animals, a challenge.

I felt a sharp tug in my core, and in the time I could blink, I found myself pinning her down, digging my nails into her shoulder blades.

Still no fear from her. Only acceptance.

As I stared into her eyes, I remembered the first time I saw her. Her dating profile on some app, easily stating her likes so I could get close. I made a profile, got myself a body, and we met up. I originally planned to simply kill her after the date, but something about her made me hesitate.

Maybe it was the way that she laughed when I made a comment on the layout of the app, maybe it was the way that she said "Let's do this again sometime, yeah?"

No matter what, though, I hesitated. I had seen her, and she had seen me; the only thing that was faked about me was my appearance. Everything else was true. I was a blank canvas, painted to her liking. Even though I had plenty of opportunities to finish the job, I never did.

I felt something drip out of my two-no, eight eyes, transparent, warm, and smelling of salt. It dropped onto her face, and in that moment, all of the fight ran out of me.

My arms gave out and I flopped onto her chest, burying my face in the side of her neck.

My lungs wouldn't let me take in enough air, and I kept choking on nothing.

After a moment, she wrapped her arms around me, sighing.

"I think I like you better this way."

I hiccuped out a whine, nodding. Eight arms wrapped around her, too, and we held each other firmly on the wooden floor.

"I like me better like this, too."

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Anyway, yeah, that’s all. If you have any questions, slam those bad boys into my ask box :3