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you know the drill, op disabled reblogs etc etc etc

I need a fic where Damian gets turned into a baby and fucking loves Tim while hating Dick. Make it so that Tim is the one to find Baby Dami so he latches onto Tim. Make it so that Dick accidentally freaks him out when he squeals at how cute he is and then Baby Dami holds a grudge. I need. Please.

deadpool's cute little thigh straps, like if you agree

Awwwww we all deserve a dad like that

Help Renad Majed Salim evacuate her family out of Gaza!

remaking this post because the last one lost traction. thank you first of all to everyone who helped us raise funds (from £887 to £1,372) but she and her family is still very far from their goal! Renad's fundraiser is vetted by Hussein here in his masterpost (her family is #128 on the list).

Renad is a 24 year old midwife who had spent the past years after her graduation working at multiple hospitals such as Al-Quds and Al-Shifa. She wants to evacuate her family of seven, three of whom have since fallen sick, and also to continue her master's degree to help more mothers and newborns. here’s her gofundme link

I've donated £8 to her campaign, currently Renad has £1,380 raised of £25,000 goal. if people can match me (or donate anywhere from £1 to my amount!) that would be splendid!

These are all actual conversations I had with @mohammedayesh . In fact, while I was working on finishing this comic today, he sent me a video of bomber planes flying above them. There is not a single place in Gaza that is safe.

BUT YOU CAN HELP BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE

Please support Mohammed if you can by donating to his campaign or his PayPal below. He is less than €3000 away from his goal of €15,000. If you cannot donate, then please share. Let’s bring him hope that he can evacuate safely!! <3

gofundme.com

Donate to Support My Journey to a New Start, organized by Mohammed Ayesh

‏Hi my name is Abed im making this account on behalf of my friend Muhammad Saeed Ayes… Mohammed Ayesh needs your support for Support My Jour

Why is it that the responsibility of communication always falls into me. Like you don't have anything to say until I text you, you don't want to tell me anything about that new promotion or partner until I want to call you up for comfort from a friend, you don't have anything to tell me until I reach out. Then like if we see each other in public it's always " You haven't called in a minute, is everything okay with you" or " We haven't talked in a bit" or "You should call more", if you truly wanted to talk then why don't you call? Why is it when I am mad or when I cry (which I don't do often) is it you want to tell me about all the good things happening to you while I just want to rant to you, or you want to complain about the fucking barista making your drink wrong?!?! Why does my life have to be put on hold for others or you have to compare you or your partner working a bit more to buy a fucking house together to my fucking fiance proposing then cheating! Or the fact that your mom/dad forgot to show up to your game ONE FUCKING TIME to my parents never showing to support me only to talk down about how shit I am to my parents not having one fucking photo of me or an achievement of mine but has my siblings finger paintings from kinder, to my parents not going to both of my graduations from high school and college! Like I want to complain that I couldn't do what I loved because I got shitty ass knees that affect my hips and lower back, I don't want to listen to you compare it to you breaking your leg when you were seven! Then they all get mad when I say anything like what the fuck am I suppose to do, not tell you how shit you treat me? Let you walk all over me?! I call you once in a while to talk to you about you but when I call once in a pink fucking moon to talk about me, I'm the bitch for not wanting you to compare yourself to me when it doesn't relate. I like when people try to relate by telling their problems that actually relate to what I am going through, not you saying dumb shit like "oh when I was 12 I moved and lost my friends but it only took a minute to get new ones" to my "I feel like I am being abandoned by my loved ones that I keep trying to please, did I do something wrong, am I upsetting others?". Like no you not seeing your partner a lot because you are putting in extra hours at work to afford a home together does not compare to me being scared to leave my cheating partner because I will have no where to go. Yes that is a problem and something we could talk about when I am not on the verge of a panic attack because of my problem. Then when say all of this people are like you are the problem, you are the reason people don't reach out to you. Like how am I at fault!!!???

Second one is at exactly 25%

you're allowed to discuss and work together, reblog for a higher sample size or something

You have 1 week, good luck!