POV: Erik Kidnaps You

Can you hear us? Can you feel what we’re going through? Fear. Hunger. Death. A never-ending siege. The silence of the world hurts as much as the bombs.

We're crying out to your humanity—please don't look away. Speak about us. Stand with us. We're not okay. We're trying to survive.

This is not a nightmare. It's our reality.

Don't forget us. Do something—anything. Share. Donate. Repost. Help keep us alive.

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I feel like Putrice and Rancilda are really clumsy in human form, and because of that they both fell down the stairs at least once at the ball.

Everytime I struggle to find the effort to keep learning irish a little demon in the back of my head goes "DO IT OR YOU LOVE COLONIALISM"

It is surprisingly helpful

OKAY SO I THOUGHT MAYBE I WOULD DO SOMETHING NICE FOR MY BOYFRIEND AND SHOW HIM THE GORGEOUS MAN THAT IS CURT MEGA AS TADIUS BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WOULD APPRECIATE HIM.

BUT NO. HE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE KILL AND ATTACKED HIS HAIRLINE. I was in shock my friends. Utterly shocked.

autistic person x autistic person is the only ship to ever exist actually

Ruairí Ó hUiginn told me about a folktale that involves Cú Chulainn with a gun and now I desperately need to track this down because I didn't believe he could get more lethal and I need to see this with my own eyes.

I speak the truth.

actually, frankenstein is the name of the scientist. the horrible emo monster nobody wants to fucking talk to is named lord byron

scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife