"irreversible side effects of HRT" all of life is irreversible. i cannot go back a single second in time
do you guys see my vision ??
bruce gets concerned that a city has been blow up three times (??) and the JL haven’t been called in about it.
etho is an enigma even tim can’t solve. (he’s the no.1 ethogirl)
... And he had canary feathers the vibrant colour of peaches and cream creamed corn...
Was reading the aftg extra content and now I need a fic where dan and Neil met before the foxes
Where Neil and his mother have to go different ways to tricky his father's people and he ends up on Dan's city and meets her
Meets her as Hennessy and when she asks for his name and he did not think of a new name yet he throws the question back and she says she can't tell him here (club rules) and he says the same, so she gives him her name (kinda) and calls him Daniel
Neil comes almost every night to walk her home after her job and they talk
They talk a lot about exy
When waymack come to recruit dan she asks him to keep a eye on the kid, bc he loves this game more than anyone she knows
But when she is going to tell Neil she is leaving and is going to join the foxes he is gone
She thinks a lot about him and recognizes him almost immediately when they meet again
It's not very difficult for Neil to make Neil Josten and Daniel merge into someone who is as far as Nathaniel Wesninski as possível
And his binder would be fuller, with extra photos of the foxes captain, of every single article about her
When they meet again Dan says she was so upset she never got to tell Neil about joining the foxes, but she didn't know Neil followed every step of hers
Oh i didn't think of that
Holy shit
ALL HE WANTED WAS NOT TO BECOME ANOTHER MYSTERY
THEY DIDNT EVEN FIND HIS BODY
FUCK
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.
The Israeli occupation forces launched drone strikes on my husband, Fayez, and my son, Mohammad.
my husband was hit in the head, while my son Mohammad was wounded in his legs.
Although my husband's condition has stabilized, my son is still suffering immensely and urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.
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.
but it still changes
Jon in S4 hospital bed coma:
Elias at his bedside, sobbing: How could you do this to me? We are so understaffed
Too many people liking it but too little calling me to talk about tma!
My discord is maxymart, don't be shy guys
I need to make some friends in the TMA fandom
I need someone who understands my crazy obsession
I need to talk about Michael to someone who understands the tragedy of it all
Love won today y'all
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
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He/They - if something i post sounds funky its not bc of my shitty english, i just talk like that pfp:@drawingangie.bsky.social
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