We Can All Agree That The Five That Gave Up And Let All His Siblings Die Wasn’t Original Five And

The cat did not survive the bombing 😭💔

Hamoud, my little boy, considered his cat part of our small family. She used to play with him and bring some joy amidst the fear and chaos of war. A few days ago, during a nearby bombing, the cat was severely injured, and just a few hours later, she passed away. It was heartbreaking for Hamoud, and I struggled to find the words to explain what happened.

Now, all I can do is try to provide him with safety in the midst of this destruction, but the reality is harsher than I can bear. We are in desperate need of your help to meet his basic needs. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives.

Please help give Hamoud a chance to feel safe again. May God bless you and reward you abundantly

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“tony stark is nothing without his suit” sorry can you repeat that i couldn’t hear you over the sound of tony making his first suit in a cave using a load of scrap while being imprisoned and tortured by a terrorist group

as much as i love the eddie fics where he is living that sex, drugs, and rock n roll lifestyle, i also need a fic where he’s basically gerard in that one interview where he starts going off on a tangent about dnd when the interviewer asks him about groupies and strip clubs

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The real question is do I start writing letters like Lara Jean and shove them in some dark corner of my room

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My name is Khalil from the stricken Gaza Strip I live with my family in miserable conditions that lack the basic necessities of life. Although I am embarrassed to ask for help and donations, unfortunately I have to. My mother was killed in this war, and my brother Muhammad and my brother Muayad were wounded. My brothers, the children, are suffering from the scourge of displacement. Please don't make us feel like we are alone in this tragedy Please please please donate any amount to us or post and share my campaign

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fried rice is a dangerous recipe to know because at basically any second you're no more than fifteen minutes away from fried rice.

I came into this video expecting bad takes (cause this woman doesn't have a track record for being smart) and what I found was even worse. Anti-intellectualism is really biting our society's ass.

Not only she cites Lore Olympus for her source of learning about Greek mythology as an adult, but she also says the reason why she can't read the original works it's because they're too difficult for her so she needs to read it in a fanfiction-ish form. At her old age.

Then she says that she learner about the personalities of the gods (she calls them “characters of this game”) thanks to Lore Olympus which means all she learnt was a bunch of mischaracterizations.

To top it all off she asks about what's the lesson of the myth (she was talking about Orpheus and Eurydice at this point) or if myths even have a lesson at all. She's asking if stories that were created out of the wishes and fears of a civilization have a meaning.

No matter if you consider these stories to be pure fiction or an allegorical way of telling true events, you should respect them as they are part of the culture of a country (or multiple countries if we have Roman syncretism in mind) that still exists and holds cultural relevance to this day. Stop treating Greek gods and legends as if they are some pop culture fandom characters.

As someone said in the comments: saying you've learnt about Greek mythology by reading Lore Olympus is like saying you've learnt about Christianity by watching Glee's Grilled Cheesus episode.

I peel away strips of waxen skin,

And split open your delicate body,

To relish on your hidden treasure,

Of rubies and juice and blood.

I plunge my fingers in your soft flesh

And smile as your burst against my skin,

Staining me red with your sweet blood,

Marking me with your love,

An eternal declaration and reminder.

I place you in my famished mouth,

And chew on your succulent entrails

Just to feel you pop against my teeth

And slide down my throat,

I savour your sweetness with passion.

You make a mess of my person,

As I desperately dig for a last morsel of you

To place in my mouth and enjoy,

To feel full, replenished and satisfied

Of you, your blood, your flesh,

To feel my fingers sticky with your juices,

To feel my skin smothered in your love,

To lick your sweetness from my lips,

And forever be haunted by a sour after-taste,

When it is all over,

That only you can erase,

By coming back to me,

And allowing me to plunge my fingers,

In your willing body,

And quench my hunger for you.

-----n.a.j.

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔤 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬

Venus

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Lowkey have no clue what I’m doing here

DMs are open and I’m always down for moots