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Cubitos are deeply endearing to me across the board but Scar’s especially is so wonderful
He is on an adventure :) (he was just killed and is in the process of recovering his items)
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A Secret Santa present :D
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Evil Anvil has permanently changed my brain chemistry about the ending of limited life
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A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child
My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.
Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.
How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.
To donate or support us, here is the link
From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
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Boat Boys Fic Recs <3
just thought i'd consolidate a list of my favs... pls mind the ratings
✬ the first disciple by sillyfairygarden [T, 44k]
“I didn’t carry you out here to leave you to die, did I? You’re in no shape to go out there again, even if you are a stupid god.” He stands carefully, cursing at the noise his joints make. “So do me a favor: don’t die, mister Winter.” “It—It’s Etho,” the god says, feeling something settle in his chest that is not fear nor pain, not resignation nor the crushing cold of snow. “My name, it’s Etho.”
★ more powerful than fear itself is the will to win by smoothlikebutter [T, 21k]
After a devastating crash ends Etho's racing career with the McLaren Formula One team, ConCorp is eager to snap up a big name like Etho. But they’ve also signed Joel, a competitive pro endurance racer who isn’t about to settle for anything less than the top step of the podium and a champagne shower at the end of the race. And honestly? That’s exactly the kind of teammate that Etho needs.
✬ you are etho, and you are loved by ive_got_you_clovered [G, 3.6k]
Your name is Etho Slab, and you think, in a moment of blinding clarity, oh fuck.
★ the revenant by birrdie [M, 81k]
revenant [noun] · someone who has returned, supposedly from the dead. Or, Etho's story continues.
✬ still, like a stone by glizzyanti [G, 2.4k]
Etho makes a deal with the Four Gs. Joel is a ticking time-bomb. Gem feels that maybe she shouldn't be here for this.
link to more recs
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the gender my parents know about and my much cooler gender my online friends know about
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