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This user is emotional about Ithaca again

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Be honest pls

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Eurymene <3

Nothing bad ever happens and he makes it home to his wife……..

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Pov me when Mercy appeared :

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Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

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Your gender is now the first randomized wikipedia article you get. No rerolls.

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Rest in peace to Maggie Smith, who passed away today, aged 89. A wonderful actress and woman.

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HAPPY BI-VISIBILITY DAY, EVERYONE! (Sept. 23) 💙💜❤️

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Reblog of my own post

First try at posting my writings : this one doesn't have a name :)

Warning : panic attack, implied trauma of war, ptsd

Translated into english ; 649 words :

Nora sat, back to the wall and desperately tried to breathe. But after what had just happened, it was simply impossible. Despite all the exercises, every eight seconds, as she had been taught, it was in vain. She felt her wounds deepen, and when she looked at the ground and only saw blood, her panic grew and her shoulders trembled even more.

She couldn't breathe.

She thanked the sky that no one could see her like that. Tears flowed gently down her cheeks, and she felt the end coming. She wanted to scream, scream all her pain out of her body, but her voice got stuck into her dry throat.

Suddenly, the door opened and Thomas rushed to her side. He knelt down and put his hand on Nora’s shoulder. It broke him, to see Nora so desperate and weak. He surrounded her body with his arms and brought her closer to him, as he whispered sweet words, and gently stroked her back, which trembled enormously.

Nora pressed her face against his chest and tried to breathe. Thomas looked at Nora’s body and pressed his hand against her deepest wounds, he wanted at all costs to prevent her from being worse than she was already.

The warmth of Thomas' body seemed to soothe Nora slightly; her breathing slowed at the same time. But it wasn’t enough, and both of them knew it.

“Nora…. It’s going to be okay…. I promise you…” He said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

He put his hand on the top of his head and stroked it gently, passing his fingers through her hair. He wanted her to know he was there for her, so he had an idea.

“Okay… So I’m going to count, and every time I do it again, you’re going to take a breath and then let it go. Okay?”

Nora nodded and Thomas began counting; 1, 2, 3, 4… Nora took a breath. 1, 2, 3, 4… She breathed out, and they repeated it several times, until Nora had completely calmed down.

They remained in the same position for several minutes, which had made it feel like a comfortable eternity. After this silence, Nora raised her head, slowly, and looked Thomas in the eyes. She saw his face, he was concerned, but he was smiling. He had succeeded in calming the woman he loved. And this was, despite the certain chaos that surrounded them, satisfying. He had kept his hands on Nora’s wounds, and only then did she realize it. She breathed out and leaned even more on Thomas.

“Thank you…” she sighed, closing her eyes.

'It’s nothing. It’s normal…' he replied gently.

They stayed there a few more minutes before Nora got up and took several inspirations. Thomas also got up and looked at her, even when she was exhausted, her charm never left her. Her dark hair remained as sparkling as the day before. He reached out to her, and said to her, gently:

“Come on, we’ll arrange those, but not here.”

Nora stared at his hand, then his face, she was looking for the truth, if he really wanted to help her. And when she had her answer, she took her hand and let him guide her out of that building, which reminded her of so many bad memories.

The bombs, the tremors that followed, the cries of pain, the blood that flowed through the walls, all seemed to come out of her memory when he smiled at him. This smile so tender, which alone brought the peace she needed.

The sun, which she had not seen for several hours, gently burned her eyes, she put her hand before her eyes, to protect them.

They both walked, hand in hand, for a few minutes, her mind was tidy, messily, but it was, and it made her smile. Despite the wounds and pain, she smiled.

Original en français ; 657 mots :

Nora s’asseya, dos au mur et tenta désespérément de respirer. Mais après ce qu’il venait de se passer, cela était tout bonnement impossible. Malgré tous les exercices, toutes les huit secondes, comme on le lui avait appris, cela était vain. Elle sentait ses blessures s'approfondir, et lorsqu’elle regardait le sol et qu’elle n’y voyait que du sang, sa panique s'amplifiait et ses épaules tremblaient plus encore.

Elle n’arrivait pas à respirer.

Elle remercia le ciel que personne ne pouvait la voir ainsi. Des larmes coulaient tout doucement le long de ses joues, et elle sentait la fin arriver. Elle voulait crier, hurler toute sa peine hors de son corps, mais sa voix restait coincée au fond de sa gorge sèche.

Soudainement, la porte s’ouvrit et Thomas se précipita à ses côtés. Il s’agenouilla et mit sa main sur l’épaule de Nora. Cela le brisait, de voir Nora ainsi, aussi désespérée et affaiblie. Il entoura son corps avec ses bras et l’amena plus près de lui, alors qu’il chuchotait des mots doux, et lui caressait délicatement son dos, qui tremblait énormément.

Nora pressa son visage contre son torse et tenta de respirer. Thomas regarda le corps de Nora et appuya sa main contre ses plaies les plus profondes, il voulait à tout prix l’empêcher d’être plus en mauvais état qu’elle l’était déjà. 

La chaleur du corps de Thomas semblait apaiser légèrement Nora ; sa respiration ralentit par la même occasion. Mais ce n’était pas assez, et les deux le savaient.

« Nora…. Tout va bien se passer… Je te le promets… » Dit-il silencieusement, mais assez fort pour qu'elle puisse l’entendre.

Il posa sa main sur le sommet de sa tête et le caressa doucement en passant ses doigts dans ses cheveux. Il voulait qu’elle sache qu’il était là pour elle, alors il eu une idée.

« D’accord… Alors, je vais compter, et à chaque fois que je recommence, tu vas prendre une respiration, puis la laisser partir. Ok? »

Nora hocha la tête et Thomas commença le décompte ; 1, 2, 3, 4… Nora prit une inspiration. 1, 2, 3, 4… Elle souffla, et ils le refirent plusieurs fois, jusqu’à ce que Nora s’était entièrement calmée. 

Ils restèrent dans la même position durant plusieurs minutes, qui s’était fait ressentir comme une éternité confortable. Après ce silence, Nora souleva sa tête, lentement, et regarda Thomas dans les yeux. Elle vit son visage, il était préoccupé, mais il souriait. Il avait réussir à calmer la femme qu’il aimait. Et cela était, malgré le certain chaos qui les entouraient, satisfaisant. Il avait gardé ses mains sur les plaies de Nora, et ce n’est qu’à ce moment-là qu'elle ne s’en rendit compte. Elle souffla et s'appuya encore plus sur Thomas.

« Merci… Soupira-t-elle en fermant les yeux.

– C’est rien. C’est normal… » Répondit-il doucement.

Ils restèrent ainsi quelques minutes en plus, avant que Nora se leva et pris plusieurs inspirations. Thomas se leva aussi et la regarda, même lorsqu’elle était épuisée, son charme ne la quittait jamais. Ses cheveux noirs restaient aussi scintillants que la veille. Il lui tendit la main, et lui déclara, gentiment : 

« Allez, on va régler tout ça, mais pas ici. »

Nora fixa sa main, puis son visage, elle cherchait la vérité, si il voulait sincèrement l’aider. Et lorsqu’elle eut sa réponse, elle prit sa main et le laissa la guider hors de cet immeuble, qui lui rappelait tant de mauvais souvenirs.

Les bombes, les tremblements qui en suivaient, les cris de douleurs, le sang qui coulait par les murs, tout ça semblait sortir de sa mémoire lorsqu’il lui souriait. Ce sourire si tendre, qui apportait à lui seul la paix dont elle avait besoin. 

Le soleil, qu’elle n’avait pas vu depuis plusieurs heures, lui brûla doucement les yeux, elle mit sa main devant ses yeux, pour les protéger.

Ils marchèrent tous les deux, main dans la main, durant quelques minutes, son esprit était rangé, bordéliquement, mais il l’était, et cela la fit sourire. Malgré les blessures et la douleur, elle souriait. 

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Hi there 👋,

My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

Just as the previous one, I wish you all to get through this well ❤. But I can’t donate, so to anyone who can :

And don't forget to share.

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I am Ehab Ayyad ❤ a palestinian youngman from Gaza🍉🇵🇸, seeking to find safety and peace ☝️for my family if twenty members. We have been ❤🇵🇸🍉passing through all forms of torture and pain for almost ten months because of the war on Gaza.

Life is very miserable and tragic❤🇵🇸 as we are now deprived ❤🇵🇸🍉of all means of living. Drink water, healthy food health care and medicine❤🇵🇸 have become things 🇵🇸🍉❤of the past. We are dying dear friends. That is why I am asking you to help us break through this tough situation.Life in hot tents is incredibly sad and miserable. We are now experiencing the worst circumstances we have ever had in our life. The war has stolen happiness and life from us.

Please don't leave us alone in such dire times. Your kind contribution either through donating whatever you can or sharing my posts will be highly appreciated and valued.❤🇵🇸🍉

I am Ehab Ayyad ❤ a palestinian youngman from Gaza🍉🇵🇸, seeking to find safety and peace ☝️for my family if twenty members. We have been ❤🇵🇸🍉passing through all forms of torture and pain for almost ten months because of the war on Gaza.

Life is very miserable and tragic❤🇵🇸 as we are now deprived ❤🇵🇸🍉of all means of living. Drink water, healthy food health care and medicine❤🇵🇸 have become things 🇵🇸🍉❤of the past. We are dying dear friends. That is why I am asking you to help us break through this tough situation.Life in hot tents is incredibly sad and miserable. We are now experiencing the worst circumstances we have ever had in our life. The war has stolen happiness and life from us.

Please don't leave us alone in such dire times. Your kind contribution either through donating whatever you can or sharing my posts will be highly appreciated and valued.❤🇵🇸🍉

First of all, I wish you and your family, to stay safe. But unfortunately, I can't donate any money since I am under 16 yo. I seriously wish I could, but since I can't, the least thing I can do is sharing your story through my blog. And again, I hope you and your 20 family members stay safe 🙏 ❤ Here to anyone who would like to donate :

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THE FUCKIM WISDOM SAGA IM FEELIN THE THINGS GUYS IM JOT ALRIGHT IM NOT OKKKKKKK OH NOOOOOOOOO IT WAS TOO GOOOOD IM TWEAKIN IM TWEAKIN-

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First try at posting my writings : this one doesn't have a name :)

Warning : panic attack, implied trauma of war, ptsd

Translated into english ; 649 words :

Nora sat, back to the wall and desperately tried to breathe. But after what had just happened, it was simply impossible. Despite all the exercises, every eight seconds, as she had been taught, it was in vain. She felt her wounds deepen, and when she looked at the ground and only saw blood, her panic grew and her shoulders trembled even more.

She couldn't breathe.

She thanked the sky that no one could see her like that. Tears flowed gently down her cheeks, and she felt the end coming. She wanted to scream, scream all her pain out of her body, but her voice got stuck into her dry throat.

Suddenly, the door opened and Thomas rushed to her side. He knelt down and put his hand on Nora’s shoulder. It broke him, to see Nora so desperate and weak. He surrounded her body with his arms and brought her closer to him, as he whispered sweet words, and gently stroked her back, which trembled enormously.

Nora pressed her face against his chest and tried to breathe. Thomas looked at Nora’s body and pressed his hand against her deepest wounds, he wanted at all costs to prevent her from being worse than she was already.

The warmth of Thomas' body seemed to soothe Nora slightly; her breathing slowed at the same time. But it wasn’t enough, and both of them knew it.

“Nora…. It’s going to be okay…. I promise you…” He said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

He put his hand on the top of his head and stroked it gently, passing his fingers through her hair. He wanted her to know he was there for her, so he had an idea.

“Okay… So I’m going to count, and every time I do it again, you’re going to take a breath and then let it go. Okay?”

Nora nodded and Thomas began counting; 1, 2, 3, 4… Nora took a breath. 1, 2, 3, 4… She breathed out, and they repeated it several times, until Nora had completely calmed down.

They remained in the same position for several minutes, which had made it feel like a comfortable eternity. After this silence, Nora raised her head, slowly, and looked Thomas in the eyes. She saw his face, he was concerned, but he was smiling. He had succeeded in calming the woman he loved. And this was, despite the certain chaos that surrounded them, satisfying. He had kept his hands on Nora’s wounds, and only then did she realize it. She breathed out and leaned even more on Thomas.

“Thank you…” she sighed, closing her eyes.

'It’s nothing. It’s normal…' he replied gently.

They stayed there a few more minutes before Nora got up and took several inspirations. Thomas also got up and looked at her, even when she was exhausted, her charm never left her. Her dark hair remained as sparkling as the day before. He reached out to her, and said to her, gently:

“Come on, we’ll arrange those, but not here.”

Nora stared at his hand, then his face, she was looking for the truth, if he really wanted to help her. And when she had her answer, she took her hand and let him guide her out of that building, which reminded her of so many bad memories.

The bombs, the tremors that followed, the cries of pain, the blood that flowed through the walls, all seemed to come out of her memory when he smiled at him. This smile so tender, which alone brought the peace she needed.

The sun, which she had not seen for several hours, gently burned her eyes, she put her hand before her eyes, to protect them.

They both walked, hand in hand, for a few minutes, her mind was tidy, messily, but it was, and it made her smile. Despite the wounds and pain, she smiled.

Original en français ; 657 mots :

Nora s’asseya, dos au mur et tenta désespérément de respirer. Mais après ce qu’il venait de se passer, cela était tout bonnement impossible. Malgré tous les exercices, toutes les huit secondes, comme on le lui avait appris, cela était vain. Elle sentait ses blessures s'approfondir, et lorsqu’elle regardait le sol et qu’elle n’y voyait que du sang, sa panique s'amplifiait et ses épaules tremblaient plus encore.

Elle n’arrivait pas à respirer.

Elle remercia le ciel que personne ne pouvait la voir ainsi. Des larmes coulaient tout doucement le long de ses joues, et elle sentait la fin arriver. Elle voulait crier, hurler toute sa peine hors de son corps, mais sa voix restait coincée au fond de sa gorge sèche.

Soudainement, la porte s’ouvrit et Thomas se précipita à ses côtés. Il s’agenouilla et mit sa main sur l’épaule de Nora. Cela le brisait, de voir Nora ainsi, aussi désespérée et affaiblie. Il entoura son corps avec ses bras et l’amena plus près de lui, alors qu’il chuchotait des mots doux, et lui caressait délicatement son dos, qui tremblait énormément.

Nora pressa son visage contre son torse et tenta de respirer. Thomas regarda le corps de Nora et appuya sa main contre ses plaies les plus profondes, il voulait à tout prix l’empêcher d’être plus en mauvais état qu’elle l’était déjà. 

La chaleur du corps de Thomas semblait apaiser légèrement Nora ; sa respiration ralentit par la même occasion. Mais ce n’était pas assez, et les deux le savaient.

« Nora…. Tout va bien se passer… Je te le promets… » Dit-il silencieusement, mais assez fort pour qu'elle puisse l’entendre.

Il posa sa main sur le sommet de sa tête et le caressa doucement en passant ses doigts dans ses cheveux. Il voulait qu’elle sache qu’il était là pour elle, alors il eu une idée.

« D’accord… Alors, je vais compter, et à chaque fois que je recommence, tu vas prendre une respiration, puis la laisser partir. Ok? »

Nora hocha la tête et Thomas commença le décompte ; 1, 2, 3, 4… Nora prit une inspiration. 1, 2, 3, 4… Elle souffla, et ils le refirent plusieurs fois, jusqu’à ce que Nora s’était entièrement calmée. 

Ils restèrent dans la même position durant plusieurs minutes, qui s’était fait ressentir comme une éternité confortable. Après ce silence, Nora souleva sa tête, lentement, et regarda Thomas dans les yeux. Elle vit son visage, il était préoccupé, mais il souriait. Il avait réussir à calmer la femme qu’il aimait. Et cela était, malgré le certain chaos qui les entouraient, satisfaisant. Il avait gardé ses mains sur les plaies de Nora, et ce n’est qu’à ce moment-là qu'elle ne s’en rendit compte. Elle souffla et s'appuya encore plus sur Thomas.

« Merci… Soupira-t-elle en fermant les yeux.

– C’est rien. C’est normal… » Répondit-il doucement.

Ils restèrent ainsi quelques minutes en plus, avant que Nora se leva et pris plusieurs inspirations. Thomas se leva aussi et la regarda, même lorsqu’elle était épuisée, son charme ne la quittait jamais. Ses cheveux noirs restaient aussi scintillants que la veille. Il lui tendit la main, et lui déclara, gentiment : 

« Allez, on va régler tout ça, mais pas ici. »

Nora fixa sa main, puis son visage, elle cherchait la vérité, si il voulait sincèrement l’aider. Et lorsqu’elle eut sa réponse, elle prit sa main et le laissa la guider hors de cet immeuble, qui lui rappelait tant de mauvais souvenirs.

Les bombes, les tremblements qui en suivaient, les cris de douleurs, le sang qui coulait par les murs, tout ça semblait sortir de sa mémoire lorsqu’il lui souriait. Ce sourire si tendre, qui apportait à lui seul la paix dont elle avait besoin. 

Le soleil, qu’elle n’avait pas vu depuis plusieurs heures, lui brûla doucement les yeux, elle mit sa main devant ses yeux, pour les protéger.

Ils marchèrent tous les deux, main dans la main, durant quelques minutes, son esprit était rangé, bordéliquement, mais il l’était, et cela la fit sourire. Malgré les blessures et la douleur, elle souriait. 

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I found myself an obsession for frogs 🐸. I mean, LOOK AT THEM!

Walk in front of me and say to my face they aren't cute. I dare you.

Anyway, here's Marco :)