I cant donate for the same reason :(
Hello, I am from Gaza, due to the shortage of medicine in Gaza, my mother who is a type 1 diabetic and was supposed to undergo urgent eye surgery, has not been able to get insulin or any medical care for the past three months. . Some members of my family fled to the southernmost part of Gaza (Rafah) in tents. But my parents and sisters have nowhere else to stay. They are forced to stay in the Nuseirat refugee camp, which has been bombed since the beginning of Christmas. "I am on my knees asking for your donations. Please help me. where you can, Goal: $700
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Hi I'm sorry I am unable to donate because I'm a minor but hopefully people will reblog this. I hope you are able to find a safe space to stay and that your mother is ok ❤️
what is the new popes plan to deal with the fact the chicago is divided up between five monster families
Larry needs to fucking FIGHT ME
Ow.
traitor - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 248
“I…I don’t understand,” James whispered, tears falling softly from his cheeks.
“I know,” Regulus murmured, looking down, his stomach like lead.
James blinked, his hand reaching forward, slowly circling around Regulus’s bare arm.
Well- not bare. Bare would mean clean. Unblemished. His arm was Marked and scarred with deep black lines and ink.
A thumb brushed softly over the newly-branded skull and snake on Regulus’s pale skin.
“It’s…it’s a joke. You’re joking, right, Reg? Trying…trying to make me mad?”
The frenzied, desperate hope in James’s voice made the tears fall from Regulus’s eyes, too, and it was all he could do to pull his arm away and turn his back.
“No, James. No.”
“Why, Reg?” James’s voice broke at that, so raw and vulnerable that Regulus almost fell to the floor with the weight of his choice. But he couldn’t go back now.
“I…I’ve always told you. This is who I am. I’m…They…I had to,” Regulus whispered, his back still turned, his hands shaking. The half-truths ate at him just as much as James’s ruined expression. “I…I made my choice.”
‘We’ll find Sirius and Potter,’ Walburga had threatened. ‘It’s you or them.’
“You didn’t have to do anything,” James responded. But his voice was angry, now.
Then help me, Regulus wanted to yell. Do something.
But as he whipped around to look at James, all he saw was devastation and fury.
“Traitor,” James spat, before exiting the room.
And Regulus fell to the floor, sobs tearing through him.
This is so beautiful and i love it
“neopronouns are weird” every time i wake up there’s a 75% chance that everyone’s vocabulary has changed overnight. brother what is a gyatt
Ides of March 2025 is going to be a fucking blast because it will have been 2069 years since Caesar's death day
No i just got frustrated lol
Larry needs to fucking FIGHT ME
Friendly reminder to anyone who drives: the signal is to indicate turns or changing lanes! If you don't signal my mom will yell at you and we might flip you off. If you proceed to not signal then you may be subject to this.