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fanfic writers what font do you write in

i know on ao3 it's all in verdana but when you're drafting the fic in word or docs or whatever

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"stress" by yoan capote - made of bronze and concrete

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MAN

any fellow aussies, paeticularly queenslanders and those in wa, i just wanna say stay safe. make sure to cyclone prep, check in on friends, family and neighbours. take care and don’t get fucked by the storm.

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any fellow aussies, paeticularly queenslanders and those in wa, i just wanna say stay safe. make sure to cyclone prep, check in on friends, family and neighbours. take care and don’t get fucked by the storm.

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"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼

Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️

In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏

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"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼

Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️

In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏

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‼️The war is over... But the suffering is not over‼️

Hello, I'm Lama from Gaza. As you know, the ceasefire occurred in stages, and we are in the first stage, but after that, we do not know what will happen?? Now the suffering and tragedy began, now the real war began... when we returned to our homes and did not find it, when we did not return to our work, when we lost what we love, when life becomes difficult and we are unable to provide basic necessities.😭😞💔😔

‼️As you can see the destruction, everywhere...nothing remains intact...😞😭😭‼️

I need your help for me and my family to continue and live in this huge devastation that is among us. Please do not leave us alone...😔

Our children, the elderly all need you, they need your support, help and donation.🙏🙏

You are our last hope...🙏❤️🫂

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No one wants to leave the country they grew up in, but news like this shows how difficult it is to live in Gaza with homes, schools and hospitals destroyed.

So I hope you can help me evacuate my family from Gaza so that my father can get treatment abroad. I beg everyone who sees this to either donate or participate so that we can get out of this nightmare.

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i arrive 😎

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“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.” 

Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon

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i’m cooked

hi. i made a uquiz

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a christmas riddler for your blog 

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(i’m sorry brother. we should talk ! i’ll dm you on discord soon currently at d&d)

You are beautiful in your own, warped little way!

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me either bro </3

(you’re a silly guy and we love you <3 :D )

You are beautiful in your own, warped little way!

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Trans Viktor cus i'm him

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this is what we were ROBBED OF.

a brief glimpse into how i think agent grayson would've gone if dc had let me write midnighter like how he originally was as a character:

midnighter: *sighs such a long sigh that it becomes a groan of frustration*

dick: *turns to face him with confusion* something on your mind?

midnighter: i miss my husband, kid. i miss him a lot. and my daughter. i'll be back *walks out the door with his flip phone in hand*

dick:

dick:

dick: *mouths to himself silently* husband and daughter?