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if anyone wants to follow me on letterboxd… you can find me at @/kraina92 :) 

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RIVERDALE (2017 - 2023) Season 2, Episode 10 BARBIE (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig

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THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER (2022 - ) Charlie Vickers as Sauron & Sam Hazeldine as Adar Season 2, Episode 1: Elven Kings Under the Sky

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new ask game: instead of telling me why you followed me, why haven’t you unfollowed me?

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and if i were to say that haz/mack are the only amazon era w/m ship that feels like an actual soap ship and the only one the writers seemed to genuinely care about and were invested in, then what?

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DAILYWORLDCINEMA'S 5th ANNIVERSARY EVENT Day 7: Free Choice

Pierre Niney as Edmond Dantès + the Count mask The Count of Monte-Cristo / Le Comte de Monte-Cristo (2024) dir. Matthieu Delaporte & Alexandre de La Patellière

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That email screenshot that Wade sent? It wasn't a fake. It was real. I did tell Harlow that I could never love you the way I loved Hendrix. I don't know why I lied about it. I was just so confused. I didn't know where we stood at the time. But I never should have compared you to each other. I am so, so sorry.

Georgie Stone as Mackenzie Hargreaves NEIGHBOURS (1985 - ) Ep. 9043 (2024)

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Amendments (and Safeguards to protect disabled and vulnerable people) to the UK Assisted Dying Bill that were REJECTED prior to the Bill being approved (June, 2025)

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abc news talking about Iran and the Australian dollar dropping in value in the same sentence + every other Australian news outlet alwaysss mentioning Iran while reporting on petrol prices being as consistently shit as they have been for the past 6 months but now they can blame the middle east again instead of the shitty fucking recession Cost Of Living Crisis the Labor government drove us into like wow it's really happening again huh it really feels like it did before

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one of the problems with the writing of krista's character is that, not only did they rehash sonya's stories and give them to krista and for the most part, do a terrible job with them but they also took certain big parts of leo's current character and make that krista's personality and characterisation and the thing is, leo's character and sonya's stories worked for leo and sonya as characters because of the many years of development they had. leo turned into the character they tried to replicate after years of suffering and trauma and we watched him become this person who is closed off and incapable of being open and honest. sonya had depth and was fully developed and that's why her stories hit the way they did and were as emotional as they were. these two don't work on their own. they don't work as an introduction to a brand new character because it leaves them completely hollow and one dimensional.

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I don't know how long this will last, but the situation here in Gaza is getting worse every day after the war between Iran and Israel. I forgot about Gaza. No one talks about us anymore, and the news doesn't mention us. All that is being discussed is Iran, Israel, and America.It's as if they forgot that the main problem is Gaza.

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Before the sunrise of Eid… I need a small miracle.

Tomorrow is Eid, and my daughter Rajaa dreams only of being happy in a new dress, just like she used to before the war.

This is the fourth Eid we’ve spent without clothes or sweets for my children...

I’m not asking for much — I just want to surprise her today with a dress, shoes, and a small bag before the morning of Eid.

If anyone can help, even with a little, please don’t delay her joy.

Time is critical: before Eid morning.

Donation link

✅️Vetted by @90-ghost and @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #245 )✅️

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Hello, I’m Aboud. I’m 23 years old, a young man full of ambition and dreams. I’m from Palestine, living in Gaza. Maybe you remember me from Tumblr. About 10 months ago, I launched a GoFundMe campaign to support my family after we lost everything, our home, my job, our safety.

The campaign was fully verified by @gaza-evacuation-funds @sar-soor @a-shade-of-blue and listed as #408 on the verified fundraiser spreadsheet, vetted by @el-shab-hussein MohAyesh and nabulsi. Many amazing people stood with me, and we were close to reaching the goal.

But just before I could finally receive the funds to help my family, GoFundMe shut the campaign down. All the donations were refunded. Everything we worked for was lost. I can’t describe the heartbreak. I disappeared for two months, completely broken. I was drowning in debt, in fear, in silence.

A friend told me to start again, this time on Chuffed. It’s harder, the fees are high, but at least I can get support directly. Now I’m trying again — but Tumblr keeps shutting my accounts down. I keep losing my voice here, but I’m still fighting for my family.

If you’re reading this, I’m begging, please donate or share. Every single share matters. Don’t let us disappear. Thank you to everyone who stood by me. You are my family’s last hope.

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The “War on Terror” from Iraq to Myanmar to Palestine to Kashmir has been a tool of genocide.

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Gaza: The City of the Flour Zombies

My brother and I went out after midnight, like the rest of the starving souls in Gaza. Our first stop was at the General Security intersection, trying to figure out where the flour trucks might pass. Then we moved north, toward Al-Helou Station and Badri & Hania Company, only to find hungry people sleeping in the streets — unconscious, or so it seemed. We had to step over them, stumble among them. There was no light but that of the full moon, which occasionally vanished behind drifting clouds.

We found a somewhat safe spot near Al-Andalus Tower and sat down briefly. Then we decided to move closer to a metal shack known as “Ma’rouf’s Bricks,” across from a bombed-out building with a canopy. We stayed there for a while, talking quietly about how far we’ve fallen and the state we’re living in. We hadn’t even noticed there was someone sleeping right beside us until he stirred, mumbled a few words, and drifted back into sleep.

With no signal and barely a working phone call, someone on the other end said, “Move to the Al-Tawam intersection.” We knew this place well — or so we thought. When we reached it, we didn’t recognize it anymore. We looked east and were stunned to see lights on the border — something once impossible to see.

A sudden explosion in the eastern area, behind a thick smoke cloud, shook us. We tried to see the people around us, but their faces were covered. They were sleeping on the ground, on the ruins of demolished buildings. People were lying everywhere.

We sat on a small hill, trying to map out the path: would the aid trucks come from the west or the north? Would we even be able to get anything? Should we split or stay together? After some discussion, we made a pact — to stick together. If one of us could get something, he would go directly home. We picked a few backup meeting spots, but in the end, we agreed: head home after securing something.

Around 2 AM, we saw people suddenly moving west toward the sea, hoping the aid would enter from there. We didn’t move — nothing seemed certain yet. But five minutes later, thousands started rushing back from the west shouting, “They’ve arrived! They’ve arrived!” We realized the trucks had come from the north instead.

The once-sleeping masses rose in chaos — sprinting like zombies, possessed, desperate. It felt like a scene from an end-of-times movie. But it wasn’t a movie. We were in it.

We moved quickly — half-running, half-stumbling over the rubble, iron rods, and sharp stones left by the bombardment. You couldn’t even walk safely, let alone run. At the far end of the street, lights appeared. People raced toward them. Then, we heard someone yell, “Tank! A tank is coming!” Panic spread — those who thought it was aid now feared it was death.

We froze in place, not knowing what to believe. Then we saw two trucks from the World Food Programme… and behind them, more trucks! They were real — the aid had arrived. We sprinted faster than ever before. My brother and I got separated in the chaos. My heart whispered a prayer: “God, please protect him. Let him get his share.”

The trucks advanced toward us. People surged like a flood. And there, for a brief moment, I was lucky. I managed to grab a sack of flour, threw it on my shoulder, and ran as far as I could from the moving trucks — they didn’t stop for anyone. It wasn’t courage that drove me. It wasn’t recklessness. It was hunger, fear, humiliation, and a desperate unknown that pushed me forward.

Thousands were still arriving, begging, “Is there anything left for us?” But the trucks were emptied in seconds. People searched for scraps. I held onto the flour like it was my own child, refusing to let anything happen to it, dodging looters and thieves, desperate to get to a safe place.

By the grace of God, I made it back to my tent. We had agreed: if one of us gets something, go home — don’t wait.

Another night ended, another nightmare survived. We keep waking up, hoping this nightmare will end… but we don’t know how.

From Gaza — the city of the flour zombies

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Please, don’t let our fathers be crushed in death lines. Don’t let us grow up among the ruins of life. 🙏❤️‍🩹

I’m Zeina, and today I turn twelve years old. I was supposed to celebrate like I used to in past years…

My 12th Birthday… No Cake, No Gifts, No Laughter

My dad would always prepare little surprises for me—delicious cake, a gift, maybe a new toy.I was the spoiled child of the house, and my joy meant the world to my family.

But this year is different.

This year, there’s No celebration. No cake, No gift, not even a candle to blow out. This year, there is war… famine… and fear that steals sleep from our eyes. I’m not crying over a cake or a toy—I'm crying over something much more important… "My father".

The man who always held me tightly is now at risk just by stepping outside to get us food. We fear he won’t return—only a body wrapped in a shroud.

We will not allow him to walk into death traps. We love him, and we want him to stay alive. We simply cannot bear to lose more.

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“Books are much, much more dangerous than ice cream! They hurt your head. Or worse, your heart.”