Slippedandfellover - Hi Intrepid Heroes!

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No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

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Eursulon @worldsbeyondpod / little prayer, Danez Smith

the set is complete! here's Suvi's & Ame's

I’ve started leaving offerings for the little ghost boy who died in my chimney. It’s hard for him to reach them (he died because he couldn’t free himself after all) but he seems to appreciate them. The house has felt a lot warmer recently and smoke has stopped bubbling from my floorboards. I think I may have struck a pact of sorts, but as long as he is placated and I don’t have to wake up with soot in my lungs I’m fine with it.

When I first realised he was there I was more aggressive. I hired a number of professionals to try and remove him. First a chimney sweeper, then an exorcist after the first choice fell out of the fireplace coughing up blackened blood. The exorcist tried to help, to offer words of comfort and invoke words of banishment, but every time he spoke the only thing that fell from his lips were thick plumes of smog.

After that I fell into an empty melancholy. I could no longer step foot in my living room, both because I did not wish to acknowledge the problem and because every time I would it would feel as though my feet were being burned by a fire from beneath.

About four months later, my sister and her son came to my house for my birthday. The last we saw each other was the funeral, but that was a year ago. I longed to see her again but I feared she would find the state of the house repulsive and never return. I spoke to the little boy the night before, begging and threatening and pleading for him to go unnoticed. The wind screamed down the chimney flue the whole night and I was unable to sleep.

When my sister arrived, she commented on how unkempt I was. Like I hadn’t slept in days. I pushed it aside and asked about how she was doing, what was going on with her career, how her cat was. She answered them all quickly and positively but I could tell something was off. When I inquired about it she went very quiet and told me that she was still grieving mum, that she knew she wasn’t perfect and what she did can’t be excused, but she still misses her. I held her hand and brought her some tissues and listened to her patiently as she spoke, while I unconsciously rubbed the scar on the back of my neck.

A few hours later, they said their goodbyes and left. The next day, my sister sent me a text telling me her son had left one of his stuffed toys at my house and asked me to return it if I found it. Looking around the room, I found it in the fireplace, nestled gently in a pile of ashes. I realised I hadn’t noticed any of the usual happenings since my sister’s visit and made a plan.

I went down to the antique shop on the high street, ignoring the strange looks I got, and bought a small wooden rocking horse. I placed it in the ashes, took out my nephews teddy and shut the door.

I bring a new toy every week, as usually the ones he plays with for too long start to char where he touches them. He makes his presence known, sometimes even lashes out, but now we have a home together that we can both exist in

Tower

Tumblr is unique bc like. It's collaborative shitposting and you can't opt in or out. You can just say something about your day then an evil wizard shows up to turn your post into something humorous

Every other site is just one and done, but here a post is a welcome mat to be funnier than you

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