Donate To Help Out. If You Can't Donate, Then Reblog Like I Did.

Donate to help out. If you can't donate, then reblog like I did.

Update: North Gaza Aid!

As part of his promise, Hussam sent 20% of your HelpGazaChildren donations ($4000) to Mahmoud AbuSalama for the 5th time now, including the earlier North Gaza Campaign (as location on our notion site) to buy food and necessary products for families still surviving the dire situation in North Gaza. The food package contains, as you see in the picture below: flour, lentils, canned food, formula, diapers, and women pads!

Please continue donating and spreading the word — every penny means so much! Feel free to share our campaign link to other platforms as well!

Donate to our GoFundMe which goes directly to Hussam, who manages camps in Rafah, with NO middleman in between!

HelpGazaChildren Notion Site || #helpgazachildren tag

GoFundMe Link

[Quick ID: The video is of Mahmoud speaking in front of bags of flour and a tumblr sign. There are captions to the video in english. The image below is of groups of packages of items in front of a tumblr sign.]

AVADA KADAVARA

like to charge reblog to cast

Queek works for my favorite chaos god: KHORNE

{Drabble} A Headtaker’s Bloody Fate

Queek had laid upon the field of battle with Skarbrand for a long while. His clanrats and even Stormvermin had long since ran off, claimed by Skarbrand’s Bloodletters, or burned alive within their own warrens. The field was soaked with blood, dusted with ash and bone-splinters, and stank of death itself. And yet Queek laid as the sole survivor of this massacre.

Why? Did Skarbrand have some sort of ulterior motif for him? Was it for the mere sake of humiliation? Or was it simply just because he could? No one could tell the Bloodthirster’s reasoning, maybe not even he himself. But for now, Queek laid there, soaked in blood and with a still burning Skull Mark upon his torso, which still smoldered with idle embers upon the tufts of fur around the scarred areas. Slowly, but surely, he began to mentally stir… but, he did not feel like himself.

“H-Hhrrffhhhrh… w-where… where is Queek?” he grumbles as he’d groggily stand up, his head feeling light and airy as he’d grab his helmet-covered skull, wobbling to and fro. “Queek… Queek not feel-feel right… feel… tired.” he’d shake his head as much as he could, but no avail. He was still light-headed. He’d snarl in frustration, stomping on the ground for a while, before he’d notice the mark on his chest, his chestplate having fallen off in the same outline as the mark upon his now bare body. “W-What is–”

 “Hrm. Peculiar…” a voice came from seemingly nowhere. “To think that that exiled fool would bother himself with placing a mark upon such a meager life… feh. No matter. Skarbrand does not see what I can see… and I see a lot within you, little ratling.”

“W-Who goes-goes there!? Speak-squeak, and show yourself!!” Queek hisses out, gnawing and thrashing his jaws at thin air as he barks out his words, fumbling for his maul as he raises it up.

 “SILENCE, VERMIN! You do not know whom you dare so boldly speak up to! I am death, bloodshed, carnage, and slaughter incarnate. The Greatest of the Ruinous Powers. The Lord of Rage, Blood, Murder and Skulls. I. Am. Khorne. And I see a lot of potential within you, Skaven.” as the voice spoke up, it surprisingly hushed Queek to a mere muttering growl, but he remained quiet for the voice to speak. “Good. Even a vermin such as you knows when to listen. You bear the mark of the Ruinous Powers. The Mark of Skulls. My mark. I have little doubt that Skarbrand meant it as nothing but a mark of shame upon your being… but I can bring out its true potential. All I ask in return… is a simple thing. A thing so simple even you cannot reject it.”

“Thing? What thing-thing?!” Queek speaks up finally, snarling a bit in frustration. “Speak-squeak clear words, unseen-thing! Queek has no time for nasty in-the-shadows deals!”

 “Hmf. Impatient and crass. You remind me so much of Skarbrand. Very well. All I ask… is of you to become a weapon. A weapon so fierce, that even the otherworldly entities of this world TREMBLE at your mere name! To let the name of Headtaker ring in the skulls of your eternal enemies down the EONS! To spill flesh and guts in my name wherever you go, and leave NO survivors, and take NO prisoners! THAT, is all I ask! What say you!?”

Queek remained silent for the longest while in his life. What was he to say to such a deal? He had never been too much for believing in gods or deities, not even in the Great Horned Rat himself. So why start now? But then again… he had never said no to causing carnage and bloodshed, so why stop that now? Finally, he’d just stare into the empty skies above, as if Khorne was somehow there, and-

“Hhrrhhh, yes, fine-fine! Queek accepts! Queek will keep kill-killing and claim skulls for his trophy-rack! For Queek… and for Khorne!”

 “Then let it be so.”

Keep reading

The glue gunner looks like a skaven warp fire thrower

bloons log

Yessir (bisexual cis man)

Reblog if you're LGBTQIA+ (Yes Trans people and people on the ace/aro spectrum are also valid, shut up)

BREAKING NEWS: far-left nation the center and far-right hate is doing a lot better than other countries. BuT AT WHat CosT?!