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miles wrapping the robe around himself after andi says "golden titties" makes me laugh too much

so glass onion was wow...a ride. i loved it!! honestly when ? was shot i thought this was becoming "and then there were none."

but then whoo.

also birdie's mask is 😭

eleanor sitting like this as someone cuts her hair is just too relatable as a fucking lesbian. no questions.

after i come out as gay, my family:

i just realized that people invented spooning so they wouldn't have to smell each other's bad breath

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.

I really need everyone to understand how serious the oxygen shortage in india is.

Not just for COVID patients, many of whom might die without it, but oxygen therapy is important for several other health issues.

People with COPD are at high risk for hypoxia (and for COVID) and often need oxygen therapy. You need medical oxygen for patients on life support. I had to get surgery back in September, and I needed continuous oxygenation because for a lot of types of anaesthesia, oxygen is essential to prevent complications and allow a safe transition into surgical anaesthesia.

The oxygen shortage means a collapse of the healthcare system and several people are going to die because of it. I do not exaggerate when I say that this is a disaster.

Please for the love of god, donate if you can and share/reblog any links that you find. Remember to NOT donate to PMCARES or any related government organisations.

What if we die in the storm They say there is sunshine after? What if we fade into the night And do not make it to the day? What if a better tomorrow is an illusion? What if all we have is this This grim today? But if we cross the Styx in the rain Before the clouds have cleared Then let us go out magnificently Be it with a word, a kiss or a smile