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Angst writer alert: So I'm not the only one who thinks that Ford was the last one Stanley remembered after the memory gun, right? Cause him and Soos have known each other for 10 years, Dipper and Mabel have been there all summer, but Ford? Him and Ford argued all summer, haven't talked for 30 years, and didn't talk for 10 years before that.

Except when Stan did remember it definitely hit both of them emotionally REAAAALLY hard because BROTHERS. THEY'RE BROTHERS, YOUR HONOR. And maybe they didn't talk and maybe they argued but they still love each other so much.

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Random writing prompt (TW for child abuse):

You're visiting your sibling and their wife for the week. It's been a long time since you've last seen them, work, illness, etc has kept you from being able to make the travel. But today you can, and you do, especially since they've adopted a kid a few months earlier. You're a little confused about it, especially since your sibling was never much for kids, but oh well.

The travel is faster than you realize, and when you arrive, your sibling and their wife are out. If you wouldn't mind letting me in alone, I could just go to your house? You offer, your sibling having been wanting to head home straight away. They agree on it, and you get into their house. You just make yourself comfortable, when you hear a faint noise.

It's from a closet, you realize, and it sounds like crying. The door is locked from the outside, and when you open it, you see a little boy trapped inside. He's bruised and malnourished, and flinches at your very presence. You keep calm, you try to make friends with the boy, but you're enraged with your sibling. How dare they harm their own child?!

You gain the boy's trust, and with your sibling running late, you have the chance to grow close to him. He's so small, so thin, and you promise him that you'll keep him safe. He tells you about how he gained his bruises, and it only enrages you more.

Your sibling gets home. You hear the door open, you pick the boy up, and you call them to where you are. Your sibling walks into the room, and they freeze.

"Would you like to explain what the hell this is?" You ask.

Then, their wife comes in. Followed by another little boy, holding her hand. All three stare at you in confusion, and the boy in your arms looks at you in the same way.

"I don't know who that is," Says both your sibling and the child in your arms.

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*deep breath in* SCRAMBLE AQUA GHOST TILLY SURF AND ALL THE REST OF MY FRIENDS HELLOOO

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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I'm Abdelrahman, 22 years old. My journey has been marked by loss and resilience. When I was 18, my father passed away from COVID-19. Determined to build my own future, I pursued an education in multimedia technology, balancing my studies with work to cover my expenses. I was preparing to establish my home and life.

My mother: the princess whom we strive to make happy and satisfy. ❤️️

However, the war in Gaza, especially in the north, brought devastating tragedy. My home, university, job, and family were all destroyed in the conflict. While my family moved to the south, I was in the north, facing famine and moving from place to place, trying to survive.

Our street used to be lively and full of people, but it is no longer like that.

I have witnessed countless difficult and painful scenes while escaping death multiple times. In northern Gaza, life is reduced to a cycle of fleeing from danger and searching for food amidst the rubble of destroyed homes.

I have survived many times,I was hit by a missile in previously destroyed house

This picture is enough to show our suffering in getting flour to survive.

My dream is to travel abroad with my mother and sister to continue my education and develop my practical skills. For the past eight months, I have been unemployed, focusing on self-improvement and hoping for a better future.

Your help can save a family from death, it can save a dream, an ambition, or a success, so please help me by donating or publishing my story so that I can save my family.

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URGENT HELP

Our fundraiser was created from 10 of March and until now we can’t reach 1% of our goal 😞😭

Our goal is to raise 25.000€ until now we just reach 1.490€

If you can donate help us so we can collect our evacuation funds nearly 😔

If you can’t please share with us as much as you can 🙏🏻🥺

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Never get tricked into thinking this isn't a Genocide. Never.

Hello,

I am Tamer Al-Deeb, a Palestinian dentist from Gaza.

[Picture of Tamer before the war in his clinic]

I have hesitated and delayed for a long time to write these words and create an account on GoFundMe, but the need has become very urgent due to what I see of death approaching myself and my family.

To begin our story, it is important to introduce my family, who are the core of my existence and the source of my strength during these turbulent times:

We are a family of four suffering for over 9 months from a brutal war that spares neither humans nor stones.

Mother: The Heart of Our Home

My mother embodies generosity and kindness as a devoted homemaker, always prioritizing her family's well-being. Her unwavering love remains our sanctuary amidst the chaos.

Father: The Pillar of Strength

My father, Majed, a dedicated professor, faced the destruction of the university he served. Despite this, his commitment to education and society remains unshaken.

Brother: A Beacon of Healing

My brother, Mohammad, a compassionate doctor, confronts the challenges of healthcare amidst dwindling supplies and occupation brutality, showcasing remarkable dedication to healing.

Tamer: A Dream Deferred

As for myself, Tamer, I was on the verge of a new beginning, with aspirations to further my career in Germany. I had saved thousands of dollars for the mandatory block account to support my stay abroad. However, the conflict has not only shattered my professional dreams but also consumed what didn't burn of my savings, compelling me to fight for my family's survival amidst the escalating costs of basic human necessities.

[Picture of the family before the war]

I have lost the lives of my dearest friends, neighbors, and much of what I loved.

We have lost our home with all its dreams and memories. A five-floor house completely leveled to the ground!!

[Pictures of the destroyed house]

I lost my clinic, my only source of livelihood.

[picture of the clinic]

My neighborhood .

[picture of the destroyed neighborhood]

Since the beginning of the war, we were forced to flee our home in the north of the Gaza Strip to the supposed safe area in the south. But unfortunately, this was just the beginning. We have been displaced four times in the same southern area, fleeing from death always surrounding us.

Initially, we fled to a school belonging to the UNRWA in the Nuseirat camp until we were forced to move to another area, and the Maghazi camp was the intended destination. Then a UNRWA school, where we were residing in a tent inside, was targeted, killing 7 civilians. We were forced to flee again to a tent in Rafah, but the scarcity of clean water and the spread of epidemics and diseases forced us to flee again to a UNRWA school in the Deir Al-Balah area until now.

UNRWA has been providing refuge to hundreds of displaced families for the past six months at schools that have become vital community hubs, offering shelter to thousands of individuals trapped in the southern region.

Women and children sleep inside classrooms, and the men sleep outside in tents set up in the courtyard. Rainstorms recently have flooded our tents, and it's very difficult to take care of our basic needs.

[Pictures of Tamer after the war in the UNRWA school and his tent]

I am currently volunteering at Al-Aqsa Hospital, assisting in the maxillofacial surgery department. However, a sense of helplessness and despair often overwhelms me. It's hard to put into words the horrors and injuries I witness daily. Surrounded by the shroud of death and the cries of the wounded, I feel powerless. "I want to save you, I want you to live," I often think, "I will do everything in my power to make it happen!" Sadly, many times, they become part of the countless casualties from my homeland. The shortages in food, water, and medical supplies are dire, to the extent that we sometimes perform surgeries without anesthesia. The suffering is unimaginable.

Now we hope to escape death, we hope for the end of the war, we hope to leave the Gaza Strip, and we hope to live a decent life away from bombing, occupation, and destruction.

It has been 9 months of hell and horror. This genocide has been too long to bear, and our mental health and lives are in constant danger. (I can’t describe enough what I have been dealing with daily in the hospitals for the past days. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die, and even if there is a ceasefire, the destruction in Gaza is beyond prompt repair

Evacuation fees are expensive, especially now that I have no source of income. Once we can evacuate, your donations will cover our travel expenses and help us get immediate support in Egypt. There will be meal expenses, wardrobe expenses, emergency expenses, etc., but no generous contribution will go to waste.

To cross the “Rafah” Gaza-Egypt Borders, you need to have your name listed in the Crossing List (paid permit), and coordinators in Egypt who have the power to add my family’s names to the list at the border are now asking for anywhere from $6-8,000 per PERSON! They will not add the names until we can prove we have the money ready.

I ask for your help because this is not just my battle alone, but a battle in which we seek your helping hand to survive and preserve our families. Any donation, big or small, will have a huge impact on the lives of my family and me. I am grateful to everyone who donates, and I will remain grateful forever for giving hope and opportunity to me and my family to survive and build a better future.

Thank you for reading my story. For sharing my story with your friends and family. I hope, there is a ceasefire, and we can get the rest and safety we deserve to build our lives all over again. ❤️

Tamer Al-Deeb

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Crammed together like heaps of flesh in tents that feel like scorching ovens, our days have regressed to a more degraded version of those of the earliest humans. From morning till night, we search for the same things Abel and Cain sought to survive: water, food, and fire. We endure long hours in queues to get a meager amount of water, and the food consists of old, low-quality canned goods. We sleep and wake to the sounds of savage airplanes, unsure of where they will strike next or who among us will be turned into scattered remains. Here in Gaza, we are living the worst existence humanity has known since its very beginning, You are our only hope for escaping Gaza and its oppression. Please help my siblings and me find a safe place to live💔🇵🇸

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Growing up I always watched movies, documentaries, tv shows and read books about atrocities committed by people in history and thought.. how did this happen and why did no one do anything? Why did governments not intervene? Why did public figures not speak out? How did they get away with it? it? Most importantly how did human treat other humans like that? Where was the compassion?

I'm ashamed to say that in 2024 I now have the answers. The government's gas lighting and complicity, the media dehumanising, ignoring and bias reporting, the huge companies funding and supporting, the public figures choosing to stay silent, the ordinary person pretending "they don't know enough" this is how we've allowed this to happen time and time again..

In the past we could forgive people for not having enough information, not having access to it, not being able to hear the stories of the horrors, to be able to see it with their own eyes..

In 2024 you can't pretend you "don't know enough" you can't pretend you don't see innocent children, men, and women being brutally killed by sadistic, genocidal leaders and their war crimes.. you can't ignore the 100's and 1000's of videos, images, stories and people who are telling you what is happening.. the sheer horror of images we are seeing.. you can't ignore the countless protests, discourse, conversations, posts, live feeds etc.. history will judge your inaction, your silence, your ignorance..

This is not a war.. this is a genocide.. this is massacre.. there are no sides..

Also please don't forget the innocent people suffering in Sudan and Congo they need our voices too!

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last chance to evacuate

as you may know, israel has begun its ground operation in rafah. they dropped leaflets last night ordering people to evacuate, and bombing in east rafah has already begun.

The border is about to become unreachable.

Rafah is trapped.

We have literal hours until no-one, all the GoFundMe's you've scrolled past, all the people desperately begging on TikTok, will be able to escape.

Give now. Give whatever you can.

I am fundraising for the Odeh family, which is only 3k away from meeting its goal.

you will not get another chance.

GIVE HERE

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Agent Rosebush and Agent Redacted, two members of the Agency.

Rosebush first:

Place of birth: Salem, Massachusetts

Nationality: American

Date of birth: October 1st, 19XX

Height: 5'8

Eyes: Green (Right), Light brown (Left)

Hair: Light brown

Blood type: O-

Dominant hand: Right

Status: MIA

Flavor profile: Sweet

Favorite Color: Spanish Carmine

Zodiac: Libra

MB Type: ENTJ-T

Weapon of choice: Revolver

Pronouns are she/they.

Originally assigned to the Handler division, Agent Rosebush was recommended to the Agency by a cadet (who was also a good friend of hers). She was assigned to this cadet when they became an agent, and the two ran several successful missions until they were nearly killed. Rosebush VERY quickly realized that she gets attached to people much too easily for an agent supervisor, and that she'd inevitably have a breakdown if she got someone killed, no matter if the agent were her friend or not. Despite the missions that did go well, she switched over to the EOD and gained her title through Not Dying and being recognized through her rose hairclip.

She's got a bit of an alcohol and smoking addiction, but she's a great shot and a skilled agent. She knows French and starts counting in it when she's stressed. She has a grappling hook, and her shoes have retractable wheels.

Now, onto Redacted:

Place of birth: (REDACTED)

Nationality: British

Date of birth: (REDACTED)

Height: (REDACTED)

Eyes: (REDACTED)

Hair: (REDACTED)

Blood type: AB

Dominant hand: (REDACTED)

Status: Alive

Flavor profile: (REDACTED)

Favorite Color: (REDACTED)

Zodiac: (REDACTED)

MB Type: INTJ-A

Weapon of choice: Blackmail

Wow. That was informative. /sar

Anyways, pronouns are she/they/he, but they make their voice sound more masculine or feminine depending on which they prefer.

They appeared in the world of espionage out of nowhere, stealing information from different big companies and selling them off or publishing them to purposely causing public outcry. (All of which was apparently done for fun). Eventually, they popped up on the Agency's radar and were offered a way to do this job legally. It was thought that Redacted was actually a group of people at first, when in reality, they've mastered the art of disguises. Nobody at the Agency knows what they look like, and if the doctors who gave them their implant do, they've probably been threatened into silence via Blackmail.

Redacted has lots of connections to lots of people, and usually goes on intel runs to discover Zoraxis's latest plans rather than to actually stop them (that's Rosebush's job). They're also pretty good with computers, and send people their own coordinates/pictures of themselves if they annoy Redacted. Their nickname was gained when Shawn from HR couldn't find any personal information, and was rebuffed when asking the agent. (Redacted might have even crossed things out of their own file without Shawn realizing). They think the nickname is fitting.

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Whoo-hoo, fanfiction time!

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Reblogging so I can find this again super easily. I love this artstyle

They’re not used to waking up with someone next to them…

(THE IEYTD BRAINWORMS ARE BACK)

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Original Story: I Will Scream.

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

It's the title of a story I read once. I don't know where I found it, or why it was even there. Maybe It put it there, but I can't be sure.

I remember being disturbed by it. The thought of being trapped inside yourself, helpless to your own suffering. The victim of a cruel god who wanting nothing more than to break you, over and over again. When I told Them this, They looked just as disturbed as I felt. They also declined to read it.

I can't remember what They look like. Or what They sound like. I do remember that we were friends. They knew about It, but I didn't know until it was too late.

There is no god here, though I suppose It is the closest thing we have. And It doesn't like me. I'm a bug in a perfectionist's workshop, a stain on a white counter. What is meant to happen to me, except to be wiped away?

You know, I wonder if It sees me in the same way that the author of that story sees their protagonist. The protagonist himself isn't alive to the author, but surely he's alive to himself, feeling and seeing everything that they wrote. Did that author feel sorry for their protagonists as they wrote his suffering? Did It feel sorry for me as it tore me to shreds? Or do both just see us as an idea to twist and mend to their liking?

I'm not sure. Maybe They knew, but I doubt it. Only It can tell me, but it's not as though I can ask.

I don't know why I'm still here. There's no way to explain how I dragged my splintered and fractured mind from the depths, but I did. Each moment, a little bit of myself is split and fractured, consumed by nothingness. Each thought is like thinking through shattered glass.

I have no body in which to feel with, so I can't possibly begin to describe what this is. It's not feeling, yet I can still feel splinters embedding themselves into each neuron, teeth chewing at the tissue of my brain, hands clawing at my non-existent skin and pulling until it tears. I have no nerves to feel with, so that Nothing is Everything. And I feel that Nothing as it pulls me apart and watches me put my own mind back together. But even now, I know this doesn't begin to describe it. It doesn't come close.

When I read that story, I feared the thought of endless agony more than I feared death. But this is both. This is the end, but it's not truly an end, it will never end. Not now. Not for me, at least.

Even now, as I try to stitch my own mind back together, I can feel it grabbing those wet, mushy thoughts and pulling them apart again. I don't know if It condemned me to this on purpose, but my own thoughts are sharp when they slide against each other.

I feared a life of agony over death, but agony in death is far worse than life. So I clawed my way this far, and I'll claw my way farther forward until the Nothing I feel is truly nothing against real skin and bones.

I have no mouth. But I will scream.

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Headcanon: Nobody knows what Agent Phoenix really sounds like. Absolutely nobody. One week they'll have an American accent, the next they'll sound Russian. Their voice will sound masculine or feminine or unable to be placed at all depending on what they feel like. Absolutely nobody can figure out what their real voice is. Doesn't help that they never raise their voice above a whisper, either.

Another headcanon: This is all if they talked to anyone, but they don't. You'll get morse code or sign language or writing on a piece of paper, never their voice. Mr. Crane is the only person who's actually heard them speak. He doesn't get the real voice but he gets more than anyone else.

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First attempt at a drawing! I used a ref but it kinda turned out shit, especially when I tried to color it, so-

Anyways yeah! Her name is Maya Emery, but basically everyone calls her Emi.