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Hi I'm 1 years old and learning to read through your posts. Cigarette.

very good job using your words! will someone get this toddling bitch a smoke

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my wife and I saw you from across the roundtable and we liked your sniveling pathetic vibe and wanted to invite you to our castle to wage a slow psychosexual war on you

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@rokurookajima the fucking return of this…

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I cannot believe it is the VENT KNOCKER VAATU post of all things that became central to this 💀

dropping in to tumblr for the first time in weeks and seeing the crossover of crossovers (@katkastrofa x @rokurookajima)…..the way I’m screaming

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dropping in to tumblr for the first time in weeks and seeing the crossover of crossovers (@katkastrofa x @rokurookajima)…..the way I’m screaming

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alexa play lightning by charli xcx

(another thing from mf claw machine )

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oct 18th, you know what that means...

annual waava-versary post!!! last year was the big 10 year anniversary but honestly, this year in some ways feels even bigger. while beginnings aired in oct of 2023, i feel like the friendships that i've made because of my initial wan/raava obsession really only bloomed throughout the years of 2013-2014. watching lok books 3 and 4 as they aired, posting about them, talking to each other on chatango and tumblr and snapchat and even facebook...it's been 10 years since then and so much has changed, but i still value those memories and those people so much <3

big hugs and kisses to @rokurookajima, @katkastrofa, @pinacoladamatata...and everyone else, those just happened to be the ones i talked to recently :)

and big hug and kiss to wan and raava! happy anniversary you two :)

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hello waava fandom i fear the brain rot has made a sudden reemergence and you know what that means? metalbanders returns…..

redraw of this from literally TEN YEARS AGO (based on text written by all our favorite @nyenuma )

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nyenuma: carl, i’m

sydney: not cold anymore?

kate: NOT COLD ANYMORE

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afraid to watch yu gi oh bc I think it will fundamentally change me as a person

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that feel wan

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for @rokurookajima my love

They sat together that night and watched the season finale of Korra.

It was a pretty great episode. Wan thought so, anyway. It was the perfect blend of scary and exciting and cool, like all the best Korra episodes.

They watched the evil hybrid Unavaatu pull the Great Spirit out of Korra, bit by bit through her mouth. And then destroy the Great Spirit while Korra looked on helplessly. It ended on a cliffhanger—would Korra find a way to bring the Great Spirit back?

Raava shifted at his side. Wan tried hard not to turn and look at her. He liked watching the episodes with her but always felt so self-conscious, like she was watching him watch the episode, like she was a little person in his head looking through his eyes.

Or something.

But she wasn’t looking at him now. He studied her from the corner of his eye, saw her shoulders shaking and her throat working. She was crying. Her face was dry and she didn’t make a sound. But she was crying, like an alien would, her eyes wide and staring at the screen as the credits rolled.

He didn’t know what to do.

***

Later that night, when he curled up under his thin, stale-smelling blanket, she sat on the steps near him and said, “I’m leaving.”

He sat up—he couldn’t help it. Raava pulled back a little bit. He made himself hold still so she wouldn’t pull back more.

“Why?” he asked.

She shrugged. She’d crossed her arms on her knees and propped her head on them, so the movement made her whole body hiccup. “This place isn’t for me. I need to go somewhere I can be—real.”

Wan stared at her. A thousand thoughts ran through his head, clamoring together until they were just the mindless hum of TV static.

(don’t go—take me with you—you’re real to me—you make me real—)

All he said was, “I won’t have anyone to watch Korra with anymore.”

Raava looked at him. She really looked at him. She didn’t smile, yet her eyes softened.

She got up and went to the coffee table and rummaged there for a minute. Then she came back and knelt in front of Wan, on the stale blanket.

“Unbutton your shirt,” she said.

He stared at her. The room was so dark, still. The light from the old aquarium played across her face.

He unbuttoned his shirt. Just the first few buttons, and then Raava lifted her hand. She was holding a blue pen, the same color as the writing on the tapes she left him.

She leaned forward and pressed its tip into his chest, to the hard flat plane of his sternum where the skin stretched.

She drew carefully, surgically. Like the pen was a knife and she was cutting him open. Her breath blew cool against his throat.

Wan didn’t glance down. He stared straight ahead.

When she was finished she drew back and nodded, inviting him to look. He obliged, though he didn’t really need to; he knew already what it was, had recognized its shape as she’d carved it onto him.

The Great Spirit’s eye. A curling, four-pointed star with a circular pupil in the middle, just like the one that had shown up on Korra’s chest when they had reconnected in season three.

“There,” Raava said quietly.

She capped the pen and laid down next to him. Pretty soon she was asleep, her chest rising and falling in even rhythm.

But Wan was awake the rest of the night.

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I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.

My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.

On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.

This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.

In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.

A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.

We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.

It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.

My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.

At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.

Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a profound difference. Your contributions will help us secure safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life.

Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.

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I am Mohammed Alanqer married from Enas Majed we have 3 children

Amidst the ongoing war in Gaza, we find ourselves as a family trapped between walls of fear and despair. I, Mohammed, a father of three children and a husband to a woman in her eighth month of pregnancy, live in an environment filled with threats and risks.

My technology startup, which I built with dedication and hard work, was destroyed during this war, leading to the loss of our livelihood. My children, Layan, Sarah, and Adam, no longer have the opportunity for education due to the destruction of schools, posing a significant threat to their future.

- "A souvenir photo of my startup company."-

My wife, Enas, lives in constant anxiety due to her advanced pregnancy and the destruction of hospitals in the area. After losing my job and source of income, I find myself in a severe financial crisis, unable to provide for the needs and safety of my family.

- "Me and my wife Enas majed "

Our family home was destroyed due to the war, forcing us to flee and move multiple times, leaving us homeless. Everything has become difficult now; we cannot provide a safe place to live, nor can we afford clean clothes and food for our children. Additionally, our children have been afflicted with diseases such as measles, and our son Adam has been diagnosed with viral hepatitis.

-" layan & sara & adam in the war" -

Our only hope now is to escape from this ongoing hell and find a safe haven for our family. However, this requires exorbitant financial costs, with the coordination fee for crossing borders amounting to $5000 per adult and $2500 per child, a sum I cannot afford alone.

- "My home before the war "-

We urgently appeal for your moral and financial assistance to cover the necessary costs for escaping to a safe environment, where we can build a better future for our children and ensure the safety of our family

Thank you for your attention and support, and we hope you can help us in these difficult circumstances.

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My cat, who is otherwise young and healthy, needs a tooth extraction that's been quoted at $2,978. The vet said if I don't get this procedure done, it could lead to serious health complications for her. I need a $500 deposit up front, and the rest over time.

I am disabled with only SSI as income, and stuck living in an abusively toxic household that drains me everyday. The only thing keeping me sane is this cat.

I have explored all options for how to pay for this, but am coming up empty and am very worried and at a loss of where else to turn.

Which brings me here, asking for donations to my ko-fi. I need to use ko-fi (rather than a go-fund-me) because SSI caps my bank account at $2,000. With ko-fi I can transfer funds in installments.

Please, even if you can't donate, please signal boosts about this so it reaches a wide range of people.

I do also have adoptables on this page up for sale. It's been a rough going to make anymore, but I hope to do so to go toward this.