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Valen Buchel. I like it more than when it's on Gavv, that's for sure.

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So we're just outright calling Shouma and Hanto lovers now, got it. Heated Drama Between Men and all that.

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"Become racist, Shouma!"

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This isn't the attitude of a guy who's only in this for crack....or treatment of crack for that matter.

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Don't cry, we'll get him back!

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And bad at tying people up too! Is there anything this guy is good at?

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I think it's clear who.

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Lage 9 foreshadowing, perhaps?

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cant stop thinking about this video

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hears someone pounding at my door immediately before receiving this message

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downside: going to have to include a picture of the Giza pyramids in the slides for the lecture upside: i get to give people a crash course in why perspective matters in two frames, because

followed by

is such a funny sequence

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Shiny Glaceon comm for @skyheroshaymin on twt!!❄️

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northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me

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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇

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https://gofund.me/fe066192

On a light morning, when the day had not yet dawned, I would wake up to the sound of my wonderful little crying. There was nothing in the house to silence Joe or satisfy his brother's need for food. I looked around, looked at their innocent little faces watching me with fear and anxiety, and silently asked me: "What are we going to eat today?".

I got up, despite the exhaustion that had completely overwhelmed me for days, I packed my old basket and a small basket, and left the house. The weather was cold, under the gray sky, which was more fearful than the clouds. I walked between the alleys carefully, hearing the sound of planes flying in the sky, watching every step I took.

I reached the edges of the project, where the land was implemented, which eventually became my only livelihood. I started collecting firewood, carrying in my mind the image of my children waiting for me, the image of the stove that I would light to cook something that might satisfy their hunger, even if it was a little. I heard the sounds of the birds chirping, warning me against mistakes.

I was not afraid of what was new to me, it had become a part of our life. Every movement, every breath, every word we whisper is accompanied by the fear of bombing or sudden shelling. But the children's hunger is painful from the drivers of cars, and the slackness of their empty stomachs cannot bear delay.

I have what I bought of firewood and I return. The road was what it seemed, and danger at every step. I arrived home and saw the little eyes waiting for me eagerly. I lit the fire and prepared what little was available.

The food was not much, but it was enough to draw a small smile on their faces. I needed it and I said to myself: "How long will this life last? When will safety come?".

But until then, the early morning will remain with the appointment of life, the appointment of a struggle that does not depart, and yet it is merciless.

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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"