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Please support this initiative! For every $10, SIHA Network is able to provide one menstrual hygiene kit for a Sudanese woman or girl. That is a small amount to pay for an incredibly powerful donation.

Donate directly at the link below.

(I found this charity from this tweet. The price for menstrual hygiene kits seems to have gone up since it was written.)

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genuinely i don’t give a shit about fourth of july anymore i don’t even celebrate it despite being american.

this july i’ve been mostly keeping gazan families in mind as it’s hard for me to continue supporting my country when my tax dollars go to keeping the people of gaza under siege.

gazans still need your help, gazans are starving and they need your donations more than ever.

if you resonated with this post, please consider donating to one of my friends @nourashour1 . i have known nour for several months now and i trust her integrity. she has a young disabled son who is especially in need of critical care under gaza’s siege. you can find more info about her family’s story here.

(they are also vetted by 90-ghost)

here is a link to direct donation, their campaign is going extremely slow! the ashour family needs all the help they can get!

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pairing: greedling x reader (femme/referred to as "pretty girl")

cw: yandere greed

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

The moon is a burning hole in the sky, swallowing the darkness with it's liquid silver light. It looks like a coin in the sky, heavy and shiny, and ripe for your taking. Everything so ripe for your taking.

The necklace around your throat glitters, stones heavy, the jewels a rich, bloody scarlet. Around your wrists are the matching bracelets—they twinkle and chime as they knock against each other like little bells. Their charms are beautiful, gold and gilded, ruby and crimson. The hottest part of a flame, dripping from your body.

And greater than their beauty, is who you stole them from.

In the dark, you'd know him anywhere.

(Knew his other form, too. You think he could come to you in a thousand different ways and you'd still be able to recognize him. By the look in eyes, by the string of fate you feel sear through you and into him.)

"Greed." You look over your shoulder. It's certainly him and not Ling.

"Well, hello." Greed drawls, eyes narrowing, "I was told you took something of mine."

"They were mine first." You reply, sauntering ahead of him. He trails lazily behind.

"Is anything yours first if you're a thief?" He asks.

"Finders keepers." You sneer.

He barks out a laugh, "in that case—wouldn't you belong to me, then?"

Your irritation twists beneath your skin like a serpent, coiling around your rationality, strangling it. It's always been like this, between the two of you. Greed, desperate to keep you, and you—too wild to be kept.

"You wish."

"I don't have to." Greed says easily.

When you try to run, he's in front of you in a heartbeat. So fast that your head spins. So swift, you can hardly even track the next move he makes. So, he's not looking to play much tonight. Strange. Usually, Greed likes a little chase.

He's behind you, arm looped around your chest and holding you fast to him. His fingers loop in the necklace, tugging a little—pulling on your collar. You thrash, but he seizes you tighter, growling a little through his teeth—you can feel the sharp curve of his smile in the crook of your neck.

"Let me go, Greed."

In an instant, he's gone. Shock colors your face as you whirl around to look at him but—

His eyes are softer. Fonder.

"Ling?"

"Hi, pretty girl." He smiles all slow. But then his features gutter, lashes fluttering. His smile disappears. "Can't hold him long—you should run."

You stutter away from him, legs moving. "Thank you!"

Ling smiles again, edged, eyes moon dark. "Be clever—be swift!"

And you take off, running for the hills, fleet-footed and free. The wind howls past your ears, the jewelry burns on you skin—thumping against your chest. Your wrists.

Your own collar. Your own shackles.

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dreamt about a knight coming to you after a battle and getting on his knees in front of you and roaming his hands up your legs and smearing blood across your skin as he rests his cheek against your upper thigh. btw. additionally i would like to add taking his helmet off and hearing it rattle against the stone floor and running your hands through sweaty hair and praising him for protecting your kingdom. anyways.

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Dehumanization and using food as a weapon to ethnically cleanse the North.

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Ophelia from ‘The Illustrated Library Shakespeare ’ illustration by Sir John Gilbert, 1890

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Excerpt from Pierro’s journal…

To my dearest, Ursula,

Seeing you two together again after centuries apart brings a father to joy—a joy I cannot quite explain. To see my child with the one she is fated for. Without a doubt your heart must be repairing itself from the time it’s been on your sleeve. It has been years if not decades since Thrain has last spoken of you. Your image torments his very existence. A dream he cannot cease.

After, countless letters of wishing you’d come back to me. You are here, but you are an extension of the child I raised. You are an extension of the young woman Thrain grew to love. You are a fragment of the many scattered pieces within the lands of Teyvat.

Wearing your mothers clothing and darkening your hair with magic. You corrupted yourself, a version of an Ursula I do not recognize. The darkness that is inside you holds a place in your very soul.

I am not writing to you to remind you of all the things you have committed in the past. Someday this journal is all you will have left of me. A fragment of your father and his unspoken love for his only child he is doing his best to protect.

For one last time, work alongside the very man you had spent the beginning of your life fighting for. It will be a journey of hardship and one that will leave you falling apart. Forgive each other during this road to Natlan and become one again.

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People who live in big cities will say stuff like Well if youre bored why dont you take the public transportation to your local artisanal cheesemonger

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Don’t think I was gonna leave Uncle Dante out ! 🗣️✨

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Liking character is fun until you think about them and you just have to stare at nothing for a few minutes because of how tragic

And mauybe you are almost crying but you are having fun

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People have started to forget about Gaza and what’s happening there

The situation is much worse than before

There’s a famine killing children every single day

There’s no medicine, no food in Gaza

The silence of the world is what’s making the famine even worse

Even donation posts are getting noticeably less engagement

Can you imagine what it means for someone from Gaza to ask for donations?

They used to have lives, dreams, a future they hoped for, jobs that sustained them.

They weren’t beggars.

But their current situation is unbearable

They definitely thought long and hard before asking people for help, because it’s difficult for them

And in the end, there’s not much attention, as if it’s not their right

after more than 560 days of genocide

560 days without a home, without work, without any income.

Help them before it's too late

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pairing: greedling x reader (femme/referred to as "pretty girl")

cw: yandere greed

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

The moon is a burning hole in the sky, swallowing the darkness with it's liquid silver light. It looks like a coin in the sky, heavy and shiny, and ripe for your taking. Everything so ripe for your taking.

The necklace around your throat glitters, stones heavy, the jewels a rich, bloody scarlet. Around your wrists are the matching bracelets—they twinkle and chime as they knock against each other like little bells. Their charms are beautiful, gold and gilded, ruby and crimson. The hottest part of a flame, dripping from your body.

And greater than their beauty, is who you stole them from.

In the dark, you'd know him anywhere.

(Knew his other form, too. You think he could come to you in a thousand different ways and you'd still be able to recognize him. By the look in eyes, by the string of fate you feel sear through you and into him.)

"Greed." You look over your shoulder. It's certainly him and not Ling.

"Well, hello." Greed drawls, eyes narrowing, "I was told you took something of mine."

"They were mine first." You reply, sauntering ahead of him. He trails lazily behind.

"Is anything yours first if you're a thief?" He asks.

"Finders keepers." You sneer.

He barks out a laugh, "in that case—wouldn't you belong to me, then?"

Your irritation twists beneath your skin like a serpent, coiling around your rationality, strangling it. It's always been like this, between the two of you. Greed, desperate to keep you, and you—too wild to be kept.

"You wish."

"I don't have to." Greed says easily.

When you try to run, he's in front of you in a heartbeat. So fast that your head spins. So swift, you can hardly even track the next move he makes. So, he's not looking to play much tonight. Strange. Usually, Greed likes a little chase.

He's behind you, arm looped around your chest and holding you fast to him. His fingers loop in the necklace, tugging a little—pulling on your collar. You thrash, but he seizes you tighter, growling a little through his teeth—you can feel the sharp curve of his smile in the crook of your neck.

"Let me go, Greed."

In an instant, he's gone. Shock colors your face as you whirl around to look at him but—

His eyes are softer. Fonder.

"Ling?"

"Hi, pretty girl." He smiles all slow. But then his features gutter, lashes fluttering. His smile disappears. "Can't hold him long—you should run."

You stutter away from him, legs moving. "Thank you!"

Ling smiles again, edged, eyes moon dark. "Be clever—be swift!"

And you take off, running for the hills, fleet-footed and free. The wind howls past your ears, the jewelry burns on you skin—thumping against your chest. Your wrists.

Your own collar. Your own shackles.

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friends what are your favorite aus for your self ships!! 🎤

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Water Lilies painted by Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)