Hey I Havent Seen This Gofundme Circulating Here Yet, But This Is Organized By The Son Of Hyun Jung Grant,

In memory of HyunJungKim to support my brother & I, organized by Randy Park

My mother, Hyun Jung Grant( maiden name Kim), was one of the victims of … Randy Park needs your support for In memory of HyunJungKim to support my brother & I

hey i haven’t seen this gofundme circulating here yet, but this is organized by the son of Hyun Jung Grant, one of the eight atlanta shooting victims.  his mother was a single mom and they don’t have any other family in the united states, so he will be raising his younger brother and organizing the funeral on his own.

please consider sharing this link and/or donating to alleviate some of the stress and in memory of his mother and the other victims in atlanta.  the original goal at this time has been met, but this family will be dealing with long-term expenses on top of the trauma they’ve suffered. 

Who Killed Faye Diggs?

When 22 year old model Faye Diggs is found dead in her apartment, people begin to suspect it's suicide. Although, there's one thing she didn't mention. She had a boyfriend no one knew about who deems she's been murdered.

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To Trevor Kim, death had never sounded so appealing, especially when you are the happiest man alive. But when tragedy strikes, he is forced to track a killer who might be responsible for the death of his longtime girlfriend Faye Diggs who was found dead in her apartment. Even though, all his life he's known only how to strike a pose, take pictures, repeat. Everyone thinks it's a suicide but Trevor swears she's been murdered and promises to bring her justice even if he has to do this on his own. He made a promise to Faye to protect and love her till death do them part.

Married or not, now is the time to put that promise into action more than ever.

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So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

❗AVOID THESE PEDOPHILES AT ALL COSTS! ❗

I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)

THERE ARE ACTUAL PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MINORS ON TUMBLR

PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS LIST AND KEEP OUR MINORS SAFE

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I am so in love with the woman I am becoming. I become whoever I want to be. It’s amazing. I’m elegant, classy, high maintenance, gorgeous, my mind oh my gosh she I have no words, my taste is immaculate, my hobbies are top tier, I attract the most wonderful women and men into my life. I travel to the most luxurious hotels, spa days on the regular, nails done every two weeks, lashes done every two weeks, hair done every month. I’m eating healthy. I have a personal trainer. I’m in an amazing monogamous relationship. I’m getting my higher education. Studying abroad. Internships. Mentoring. Speaking at events. Hosting brunches and banquets. My life is just a ball. I love it.