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what y'all think this ship should be called? ☺️

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No no you don’t understand! Ego hacked into every blue lockers phone and since he’s been a hater since day one, that bug eyed cockroach blocked Nagi in Reo’s phone. Please! Please you have to understand!!

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I actually love the irony behind the ending of the PXG match. Kaiser left Ness thinking that Ness would only drag him down, but in reality, it was Kaiser dragging Ness down. It was Kaiser's inability to keep up with Ness that cost him the final goal, and not the other way around

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prsk x evillious collab was a long time ago and i just remembered to post this now...

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was inspired seeing ppl do matching prints at cons so i wanted to try it too…. my fav alnst song and characters teehee

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the past few weeks has been ROUGH. first reo sobbing and now nagi omg. nagi my poor boYYYY ,,, i just can’t see these panels anymore omg

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big ass panel of reo with nagi saying he wants to go back to his boyfriend alright🤦🤦🤦 do they know that’s it’s legal

blue lock chp 302 leaks

isagi being there:

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"No child should say goodbye like this."

In this image, a little boy gently touches the forehead of his brother—cold, lifeless, lying in a morgue. This is not a goodbye any child should ever experience. But in Gaza, it happens every single day.

And yet… someone looked at this heartbreaking moment and chose mockery over empathy. Someone called this grief “a cult.” As if pain needs permission. As if mourning a sibling is some kind of performance.

But this is not a show. This is real. This is my life. I am a mother. My son is wounded and clinging to life. And every time he cries out in pain, I wonder—will I be next to say goodbye like this?

Instead of compassion, we receive mockery. Instead of help, we’re dehumanized.

But I will not stop fighting for my son’s life. And I ask you—please, stand with me. Help me get him the treatment he needs. Help me protect him from becoming another lifeless body… another number… another memory.

Don’t scroll past our pain. Don’t let hate drown out humanity

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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laios is perhaps the only character not to get the "they mentioned their favorite food once and the fandom makes it their whole personality" treatment. his favorite food is cheesecake and absolutely nobody cares

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How blue lock chapter 300 leaks got me feeling

Creds to @lefootl

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Reo fans constantly losing yet I’m still here for this girl failure of a purple man

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Mikage Reo, Chapter 299

He's too pretty for a shonen manga

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What the fuck was that

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dungeon meshi but they end up in the back rooms, a cursed idea that was eating away at my brain