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whenever people talk about CANON evil gays and they never bring anyone from the fall of the house of usher my heart breaks a little like 4/6 the usher's children are gay and theyre all genuinely awful rich bastards, served cunt and then died miserably oh and their auntie also has a situationship with a woman thats literally death personification like what more could you want

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shipping zuko and soka together cause i personally think women doesnt deserve to put up with any of their bullshit

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ever since chappell dared~ to shatter the illusions of many people about how fame could be poisoning by ask for basic respect from the press & fans as well as make her political opions public (who she voted vor, about trans rights, her grammy speech about the better treatments of artists, big and small, etc) people then want her to be greta thunderberg basically, to speak up about everything and anything at the right time with powerful speech. everything she said just being blown out of proportions and picked apart, like why she doesnt deserve sympathy when she's at least trying to be more educated? like do they want her to just completely shut up all at once then?? doesnt people think its scary for her and she feels like she need to be extremely more careful on the things she speak about after receiving backlash?? at this point i dont think people actually want her to be a better activist (or whatever), they just want her to be punished and executed. its sinister.

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the LMAO+ community

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ppl try to psychoanalyze men and so often the answer is they just want to. like. they feel entitled to do whatever they want so they just do that. they didn't think about it all that hard.

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Lesbian fujoshi is a position not unlike a cultural attaché and should be considered a protected class

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watching yellowjackets for the men/saying that theyre your favorite character(s) is like saying you only watch red white & royal blue for uma thurman and she's the only thing you enjoy about the film, which is true and correct, unlike the previous.

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its crazy when i like a female character and i think well she’s clearly flawed but at least she’s interesting :) and then i make the fatal mistake of witnessing other people’s opinions on the subject and find out that the consensus amongst fans is that she’s an irredeemable demon bitch from hell

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CARDINAL BENITEZ as tumblr mobile theme banners for @aceleonkennedy

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one thing about me is that i will always pick the gayest adaptation of any media/source material. never read the talented mr. ripley novel (maybe i will tho someday), havent watch the netflix's ripley show, and i certainly doesnt care about the 1960 movie however the 1999 one starring matt damon directed by anthony minghella?!?!?!? yea that movie is my whole personality kinda

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in another universe where johnathon scaech's xavier of the doom generation is with james duval's andy of totally f***ed up instead

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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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An urgent call for humanity

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We need your solidarity with us at this bad time.🇵🇸🍉🙏

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Here in Gaza after a cruel war, We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

We need your support to save us and to help us after the destruction that surrounding us here in Gaza.

Please if you can't donate you can share it with your friends, family, and networks. Together, you can help me give my children hope, warmth, and sustenance in this critical time.🙏🙏🙏🍉💔

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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. 💚