Last Child I Promise Guys

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST

Remaking this post a 4th and (hopefully) final time as I keep losing traction and I need to reach my goal.

I am 19 years old living in an abusive household. I need donations to afford my food and medication as it is the most safe for me to provide for myself.

We are $500/$1000 on GoFundMe, halfway to my goal but I still need your support!

HERE IS THE LINK TO THE GOFUNDME

MY PAYPAL

MY CASHAPP IS $SilasLC

MY VENMO IS @Silas-Cusati

i love him

@dear-ao3 i just read the delaware post and id like to say wh- what.. 

yep

Just outta curiosity has anyone seen my prompts posted on instagram or stuff by other people? Cause i know ppl post tumblr posts all the time on instagram

- Hal

wait i forgot i can draw

concept: baz with the little bun 

if anyone has any artistic skill at all please draw this or show me a drawing of it

im on page 32 of the song of achilles (first time reading it) and if these two fuckers dont kiss soon-

It's very simple, but I feel like they would really be like this