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My mother still bakes bread for us despite the difficult conditions here. My mother defies the circumstances and her illness. She wants to give us everything she can so that we can continue living. Please help me and my family. We need you. Your support gives us life and hope.

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Hunger has gnawed at our bodies until pain became a part of our daily lives No food, no water, no strength to endure We search for a morsel to ease our children's hunger, but even bread has become a distant dream. We sleep in silent agony, soothing our hungry hearts with the remnants of hope Does mercy still dwell in hearts? Is humanity still alive? We do not ask for much… only that you see us, hear us, and extend a hand to keep us alive. From the womb of suffering, we still carry hope in our hearts that goodness has not died…

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[bg3 Tav] Colored sketch of my beloveds 💜❤️‍🔥

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in Disco Elysium I was expecting there to be some kind of “addiction mechanic” that would add a long-term downside to taking drugs, and was surprised not only by the absence of any such mechanic but also that the benefits of drugs greatly outweighed the cost. anyways fast forward to the late game and I was downing three bottles of pyrholidon and smoking an entire pack of cigarettes before attempting any check, and it was only then I realized there was in fact an addiction mechanic

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characters raised to be tools

Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential

Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all

Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done

Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?

Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.

Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart

Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.

Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?

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You see I too often sat in school classes and thought “when am I ever going to need this, I’m never going to be an engineer, I’m never gonna be a scientist, I’m never gonna be a linguist” and then I grew up and it turns out a lot of bigots and cults and scams and grifts hinge their entire business model on you just. Not knowing what a protein is or some shit

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To be fair, I like sleeping on the top bunk so I have an advantage if someone comes into my room to kill me and I think L would too

I have the high ground, Light.

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the summer hikaru died is a horrible tragedy about being the only gay people in your hometown and how that complicates the experience of realizing your feelings for someone, the sense of isolation and otherness you feel growing up and knowing that youre different. it's also the series where a teenage boy falls off a cliff and dies because he stopped to look at a tree shaped like a sexy lady. im not kidding btw that's literally how original hikaru died. that's the inciting incident of this whole series. he went AWOOGA and ate shit so bad he died in the forest and that's how he got replaced by an eldritch entity. anyway everybody should watch the anime the first ep is out now

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I giggle so much whenever scenes like this happen…

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Sketch of Xie Lian💫

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Genuinely, one of my favourite things about book 4 and Tgcf in general is the fact that the Bamboo Hat guy was not that nice. Like he wasn’t going out of his way to be nice and comforting and selfless he was chewing Xie Lian out for spilling his rice and then when he realised how upset Xie Lian was he had like such a low level empathy response of just being like my guy it is simply not that serious, stop being dramatic and wallowing in the rain. Like, why are you soaked, lying in the street? Just put my hat on, you sad bastard and that broke Xie Lian out of genuine genocidal rage. Like truly it just shows the most basic anyone would do that acts of kindness can have such monumental changes to people at their lowest (*cough* like saving a kid from falling to death because he’s a kid and you can save him *cough*). It’s just that this man is the saviour of Yong’an. He has no idea because he probably just went home and told his family like a dramatic dude on the road tripped me. Still, when I yelled at him, he almost broke down. I hope he’s okay and probably never thought about Xie Lian again, meanwhile Xie Lian pays homage to his kindness for the next 800 years of his life.

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safe haven