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IDEA!
I think it would be so cool if someone made an animation based off of the Disney song "Colors of the Wind" (if anyone ever feels the need to make this come to life by all means PLEASE 🙏)
Like there is a person that the scene is following and they're singing the song but in like modern times showing off like cities and people just interacting and LIVING
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🎶"You think I'm an ignorant savage" 🎶
The speaker (for the sake of this I'm going to call them "C" for citizens or something or like the people) is singing towards the camera or another idea is is that there is another person (I'm going to call this figure G) that is kind of just like a blank slate or like a shadow figure so like there's no identifiable features just that it's a being that is there and present and they are the one being addressed
-maybe there's a foggy blurry distant perception of an angry mob behind C that's kind of like a mirage
🎶"And you've been so many places"🎶
Pan rich people stuff, like boats and planes and maybe high class parties with suits and dresses and champagne or whatnot
🎶"I guess it must be so"🎶
🎶"But still, I cannot see"🎶
Maybe there's a close up of C and in their eyes you can see different scenes of people crying over bills in their hand well at the hospital, and then maybe it pans to some rich higher up connected to the hospital and they're laughing having fun over fancy dinner in a suit at some party
🎶"If the savage one is me"🎶
could be kind of cool if the poor side was reflected in one eye and the rich was reflected in the other at the same time so you could see the contrast
🎶"How can there be so much that you don't know?"🎶
Maybe it pans two other unfortunate scenes filtering in C's eyes that show the wide contrast between the rich and the poor
🎶"You don't know"🎶
...No longer a close-up of C...
🎶"You think you own whatever land you land on"🎶
C is singing at them and pokes G's chest and then gestures around them with their arms open
🎶"The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim"🎶
maybe pan to scenes that go on in the background like a one of those old photo tapes that are like long strips of different photos of places being conquered/ taken over/ claimed, or natural resources being picked dry like a scene of trees being cut down, or they're digging up dirt for oil or something
🎶"But I know every rock and tree and creature"🎶
I think would be cool if the scene blurs and it looks like it's spinning and then suddenly it looks like C and G a walking down a path and C is greeting people and saying hi or like giving brief hugs before they keep walking down the path
🎶"Has a life, has a spirit, has a name"🎶
C looks back at G and gestures one arm out then there's like scenes of the people he just greeted or said hi to just living life, interacting with other people, smiling, talking doing things maybe playing with kids or walking a dog or going in a coffee shop or something
🎶"You think the only people who are people"🎶
And then maybe it shows a whole bunch of different people from all over the world and different cultures with all different features and looks and languages from all kinds of different backgrounds just showing them having small interactions and day to day life (including different genders and sexualities)
🎶"Are the people who look and think like you"🎶
Maybe pan to rich people doing rich people things?
🎶"But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger"🎶
It continues to pan between the different scenes, maybe some showing different kinds of cultural celebrations
🎶"You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew"🎶
Meanwhile all these scenes are going by, maybe it looks like they're invisible but in the room where all these different people just watching it happen. But it also shows other scenes like the poor and the hungry and the homeless and all the others that society tends to forget about, that they are people too, and that they're hurting, maybe it shows scenes like a mother going hungry just so she can give her kids the meager scraps of food, for a father working himself to the bone to try to provide, or younger person having to put up with other people tormenting them at work because they need the job to be able to put food on the table and pay their rent
🎶"Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?"🎶
Maybe pan to a street artist playing guitar and singing something and has a hat out for cash, maybe pans too something to show money problems, maybe an eviction notice
🎶"Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?"🎶
Maybe a scene of a clearly overworked and exhausted father that puts a smile on for his kid but then turns around and looks at his empty wallet and loses his smile making sure his kids can't see
Then it pans to other similar scenes where people are struggling and hurting while C keeps singing
🎶"Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?"🎶
🎶"Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?"🎶
🎶"Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?"🎶
🎶"Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest"🎶
Maybe show something where the scene is weaving down streets and corners and it comes upon a a family who is struggling but is just happy to have each other
🎶"Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth"🎶
Maybe a scene of poor kids running through the forest barefoot or something and stumbling upon a berry bush and they just present great joy as they start stuffing handfuls in their folded shirts
🎶"Come roll in all the riches all around you"🎶
Maybe the camera starts pointing towards the sky from in the forest so you can see beautiful gigantic trees reaching towards the heavens and maybe birds play together as they fly by, and the camera is spinning in a circle? And/or C has their face towards the sky and their arms wide open as they spin in circles in a small clearing
🎶"And for once, never wonder what they're worth"🎶
Maybe one of the playful birds comes down and perches on C's arm/hand
.... Scene change, maybe in a city again
🎶"The rainstorm and the river are my brothers"🎶
Pan to different people, maybe people of different cultures and genders
🎶"The heron and the otter are my friends"🎶
🎶"And we are all connected to each other"🎶
Maybe a scene where it shows that things are all connected to each other like sunlight to plants and deer to wolves and bodies to mushrooms and stuff like that?
🎶"In a circle, in a hoop that never ends"🎶
🎶"How high does the sycamore grow?"🎶
Maybe show a massive gigantic tree that C stands at the base of and opens its arms wide upwards towards its leaves
🎶"If you cut it down, then you'll never know"🎶
🎶"And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon"🎶
Maybe show a street view of the place where the street performer used to sing/play and just show a dirty ruined trampled on hat that's just abandoned on the sidewalk
🎶"For whether we are white or copper skinned"🎶
C is facing towards the camera and has arms wide, on one side it shows the average in poor people in their plane worn clothes and the other it shows rich people with fancy suits or expensive stuff or whatever
🎶"We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain"🎶
Maybe show C with the mob behind them like the beginning but this time they're happy and holding hands and stuff
🎶"We need to paint with all the colors of the wind"🎶
🎶"You can own the Earth and still"🎶
Maybe show something where people are farming or gathering but still tending to the Earth
🎶"All you'll own is Earth until"🎶
Show people shopping down trees and digging for oil
🎶"You can paint with all the colors of the wind"🎶
Have C bring their arms in close to their chest and cover their heart
Grief
Izuku Midoriya was familiar with grief. Throughout his life, his precious heart loved too much. So when tragedy struck, the pain oftentimes felt unbearable. His generosity was taken advantage of far too many times. His compassion was abused. He lost people faster than he gained. Izuku Midoriya was very familiar with grief.
His father disappeared for a job across the world. Hisashi was too busy to send a text. He was too busy to say happy birthday. He was never there. All he was, was an idea. Only the thought of him existed to Izuku. The grief he felt from losing someone he never knew hurt the worst.
The people Izuku considered friends left him at the drop of a hat. No one stuck around. No one defended him. They changed faster than Izuku could comprehend. One second they played in the sand and in the next they were throwing sand at him. They were no longer people Izuku knew.
Izuku lost the one person he desired the most. Katsuki Bakugo became a star. Something so far away he’d never dream of being able to touch. Katsuki glowed and shined brilliantly. He was perfect in Izuku’s eyes. Izuku would chase Katsuki, refusing to give up. While the new version of his friend wasn’t tasteful, Izuku still knew how amazing Katsuki was deep down.
As Izuku grew up so did his list of losses. Quirkless people that he would meet on social media died. Once he got into U.A. he gained a lot of friends and strong adult figures, but just like in the past, people still left. His teachers died, many heroes died, villains died, and innocent civilians died. Midoriya at one point ran away, having to lose everyone he cared about to keep them safe. He watched the world crumble around him. Some of the people he held closest almost became memories.
Through all of it, Izuku persevered. He dealt with grief in many different ways. His method always changed and alternated depending on what and how.
Izuku was now in the middle of his third year at U.A. and couldn’t have been happier. His friends were alive, his teachers were alive, and villains were at an all-time low since the rise of quirks decades ago. Heroes were still needed by all means, but the League of Villains no longer existed and no war was about to break out.
Izuku had time to visit Eri and Kota more often as his workload was not nearly as big as it was in his first year attending U.A. The kids grew so much within two years. One day Aizawa informed Izuku he would need a babysitter for Eri. Izuku dropped everything to do so. Izuku took her out to the school’s garden, finding it a beautiful day to go outside.
Katsuki and Shoto got asked by Hatsume to go get Izuku quickly. She needed his opinion on some gear she was making for a first-year. They wanted recommendations and Hatsume knew asking the quirk analyst would help shorten down her list of ideas. The duo tracked him down to the garden with Eri after asking around.
Eri was currently weaving some flowers together, mimicking Izuku’s instructions. Izuku had asked about Aizawa and how she enjoyed living with him. Eri was more than happy to talk about her father, but suddenly she went quiet.
“Eri-chan? Is something wrong?” asked Izuku, worried that the chattering girl suddenly went silent.
Eri seemed to be contemplating something before looking up at Izuku. “Mister Deku, I have a question.”
“Go ahead,” encouraged Izuku, knowing Eri would ask no matter what. She knew she could ask Izuku anything.
Eri sat down the half-weaved flowers on the ground and focused on Izuku. “What is your Dad like? I can’t remember you ever telling me about him.”
“Oh, that’s because I never met him Eri. He went away for work before I got a chance to remember him,” revealed Midoriya, speaking to her in a soft tone.
“Why was he away for work for so long?” questioned Eri, not understanding why Izuku’s dad just wouldn’t be around.
Izuku shrugged, weaving Eri’s flowers for her. “I don’t know. His work was too important I suppose.”
Eri frowned, sad Izuku’s dad wasn’t around. “What about others?”
“Others?” repeated Izuku back to Eri, confused about what she meant.
“Yeah. The grandpas and grandmas and stuff. All of those people!” revealed Eri, a chipper grin on her face.
“Well, when I was young… they seemed to leave,” chuckled Izuku, unable to bring himself to tell her why.
Eri’s eyes widened, shocked Izuku was a lot like her. “Why did they all leave?”
Katsuki and Shoto arrived at the garden, spotting the two. They approached and saw the two talking. The expressions on Eri and Izuku’s faces signaled they were having a serious conversation. Katsuki walked right over, shamelessly snooping. Shoto went right alongside Katsuki. He wanted to know what Izuku was talking about.
Izuku was quick to come up with something, anything to keep Eri from getting too upset. He raised his head to see the sky peek through the leaves of the tree they were under.
“Sometimes special people come into our lives, stay for a bit, and then they have to go.”
Eri frowned, scooting closer to Izuku. “But that’s sad.”
“It is,” agreed Izuku solemnly. Izuku returned his gaze to Eri, resting his hands on the cloth of his slacks, smoothing out the wrinkles. He remembers how it felt to lose Toshinori. The news that Toshinori wouldn’t be around for much longer struck him in the gut so hard he couldn’t move. He couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t hard. He smiled softly at her, tilting his head to the side. “But the bit where they were here was happy wasn’t it? Like Lemillion. When he was around, those were happy times.”
Eri’s eyes lit up, seeing the point Izuku was making. She giggled, a bright smile appearing as she nodded. “Yes! I brought his quirk back!”
Izuku hummed, nodding his head in acknowledgment. He recalled how monumental of a moment that was for everyone. Still, the thought reminded him of the war where no one walked away a winner. He pushed those feelings down, finding unconditional love for the girl he saw as his little sister.
“Maybe that makes it all worth it,” chuckled Midoriya, looking down at the flowers before putting one in her hair.
Eri smiled, touching the flower happily. She could understand what Izuku was saying. She missed Mirio always being around, but the time when he was around was a happy time. It made the time he was away bearable.
Shoto stood there, gripping the fabric of his shirt. He could feel his heart pound beneath his knuckles. The expression on Izuku’s face gnawed at him. The way Izuku said everything so mindlessly made Shoto realize Izuku thought of loss, a lot. Shoto lost a lot in his life, yet he couldn’t begin to deal with the grief in healthy ways. It took outside help to get to the point he was currently at. Even with the help he got, he couldn’t say there was anything that made it worth it. Not losing Toya, Rei, and the list of others he lost.
Katsuki watched with a blank expression. No matter what Izuku did, he couldn’t hide anything from Katsuki. Katsuki could see the strain in that smile. He could see the exhaustion replace the hope that was once in Izuku’s eyes. It made his palms sweaty. The way he felt was similar to the way a person would get when they had an itch they couldn’t scratch.
Katsuki loved Izuku. Izuku was like a porcelain sculpture, handcrafted by the heavens. Izuku's heart was made out of gold and he had the strength that could rival Gods and Goddesses. Katsuki looked at Izuku and drowned in hills of green. Izuku was the human embodiment of green: symbolic of life. His eyes, his hair, his everything.
Katsuki fell hard and Izuku had no clue. He watched Izuku tend to Eri with the maternal instincts he knew mimicked Inko. He knew deep down what Izuku was thinking the whole time. He knew what Izuku went through and how he dealt with losing people. Katsuki knew he had scared Izuku on numerous occasions when it came to “going away”.
Katsuki was about to step up and ruin the special moment, but Eri stopped him in his tracks. “Mister Deku… I don’t want you to go. You’re special.”
Izuku looked at Eri and his eyes widened. “Eri, I’m not going anywhere.”
“But you’re going to be a hero next year.”
“I am, but that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you,” reassured Izuku, giving her an earnest smile.
“You’re not?” sniffled Eri.
Izuku scooped her into a gentle embrace. “Nope. Never ever.”
Eri cried into Izuku’s shoulder, hugging him tightly. Izuku rubbed circles on her back as tears made their way down his cheeks. His smile cracked as he listened to the relieved cries of Eri. Izuku pulled back and tucked her fly-away hair behind her ear before wiping away her tears. “You won’t be going anywhere either. You’re just as special.”
Eri smiled, patting Izuku’s tears as well. “Never! I’d never leave!”
Izuku laughed, rising to his feet and extending a hand out to her. “Good, because who else would I have tea parties with?”
“Yeah, and you can’t leave because no one else can make me candy apples,” threatened Eri adorably, taking Izuku’s hand and jumping up.
Izuku patted her head, smiling fondly. “Speaking of food, it’s about time we get you some lunch. What are you hungry for today?”
Katsuki revealed himself to Izuku and Eri. Todoroki magically appeared beside Katsuki and waved at the two. “Hi.”
Izuku’s face lit up. “Kacchan! Shoto!”
Katsuki crossed his arms. “Hatsume needs your help when you get the chance. Also, I’m making us lunch today. You’ll burn down the kitchen.”
“I’m completely capable of cooking Kacchan,” sassed Izuku, raising a brow. Izuku had cooked before Katsuki on numerous occasions.
Shoto lowered his head in shame. “I can’t cook.”
Eri smiled up at Shoto. “Me neither! We are the same!”
Shoto perked up, nodding at the small child. “We are.”
Izuku was distracted by the two’s little scene and smirked. “Well, neither of you has to worry about that. It seems that Kacchan has you covered since he won’t let me cook.”
“Ha! Don’t try and do that guilt-tripping bullshit Izuku,” roared Katsuki, all bark no bite.
Izuku smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “Just saying the truth Kacchan. Let’s go then, me and Eri are hungry.”
As the four made their way into the main building, Katsuki wrapped an arm around Izuku’s shoulder and bit his chubby cheek. Izuku, used to the violent forms loving Katsuki showed, lightly bonked his head against Katsuki’s.
“Nothing makes it worth it if I can’t have you by my side,” murmured Katsuki into Izuku’s ear.
Izuku’s heart melted at Katsuki’s voice and his words of affirmation. Izuku leaned his head on Katsuki’s shoulder, using his free hand to wrap around his bicep. “You know I can’t live without you either,” whispered Izuku.
Izuku may be used to grief… but he will never be prepared when the time comes he loses the ones he holds the closest for good. But for now, Izuku has everything he could ever want. Eri, Shoto, and Katsuki had everything they could ever want. As cheesy as it sounded, it was because they had each other. They had love to keep the grief at bay or they made themselves believe so.
The End!
(also ignore the fact I referenced a scene from the kid's show Bluey in the episode “Camping” 😭 and ignore the fact that I thought about making a fan fiction because of it 💔 it was emotional okay?)
Negative skin condition sigma should not exist any more.
i hope everyone with acne, eczema, vitiligo, psoriasis, dermatitis, and skin conditions have a good day today
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Hi, I'm not able to donate to you but I will certainly spread the word of your daughter. I hope she gets better soon 🫂💕
hello, i am an individual with type one diabetes, a currently incurable chronic illness , who experiences the ups and downs of this illness every day. this illness continues to affect mine and many others life’s every day, at every second of the day. I'm joining the worlds largest walk for a future without type 1 diabetes to help raise money and awareness for more than a cure, to help those without funding get the treatment they need, so children and adults can have access to medical help and therapy whenever they need, so that the stigmas that diabetes carries can be broken.
Help me change the future and fix the past, help change the world of type one diabetes, and make the world a better place!
please spread the word, whether through sharing, word of mouth, or donations, perhaps even joining us on this walk around Australia! any amount of support is greatly appreciated!
shoutout to the survivors who are not forgiving, who do not believe that what happened to them was ‘for a reason’, who know they did not deserve it, who are angry at what happened to them, and who do not show the typical ‘good victim’ trope. You all get so much shit from people about how you should act from your trauma because only ‘good victims’ are deserving of empathy and support. You deserve so much more than that.
Bruhhhhhh are you fucking for real right now. I am grieving a BABY!
It’s with a very heavy heart that I’m asking for help and kindness from anyone that is able. My niece Luna passed away this past weekend at less than 2 months old. We are raising money to help support her family through this tragedy. Please, anything you can do to help Jenn fly her daughter home to be laid to rest will benefit greatly.
Hello I'm imtithal and an internship dentist who's live in North Gaza I'd like to take from your time to tell you my story and what is happened with us during this war
I I finished my college less than one year and start the work but the war happened suddenly our hope and the dreams had been destroyed at the first of this wor I lose my brother and lost my beautiful house we were 35 people live in this house now we are homeless don't have any place to escape from the the war the conditions is very bad either we have to let our younger children to work and their wait hours and hours to get us some drinking water I don't know what to say but I'm asking you for your help by donation by sharing let everyone know our story our heart story your help can help us to stay in life not to die I'm very sad really sad because we have reached this situation I'm sorry for the noisening but there's nothing to do
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Facing the Struggle as Queer Transgender Refugees: We Need Your Help 🌈
Hi there,
I’m AshleymilesPhil, a transgender queer refugee, and I’m reaching out with an urgent plea. Life in the refugee camp is unimaginably harsh for our LGBTIQ community. Daily persecution is constantly hanging over our necks, and we’re battling diseases like malaria, tuberculosis, typhoid, HIV/AIDS, and cholera. Combined with extreme shortages of food, clean water, medicine, and safe shelter, every single day is a fight for survival.
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If donating isn’t possible, you can still make a huge impact by reblogging or sharing one of my pinned posts. Spreading the word helps amplify our voices, which have been silenced for far too long.
Thank you for your compassion, kindness, and for standing with us in this fight for survival. Your support, whether through donations or sharing our story, means the world to us.
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HEY YOU! YEAH YOU!!
DO YOU WANNA WATCH A YOUNG HOPEFUL DEV TRY TO LEARN HOW TO CODE, MAKE MUSIC, AND STUMBLE THROUGH MAKE HER OWN GAME?? THEN IM HERE TO FILL THAT VOID FOR YA!!!
IM CURRENTLY MAKING THE SCRIPT FOR MY PASSION PROJECT, A PIXEL STYLE GAME LIKE UNDERTALE OR OMORI CALLED “HELP!” WHILE LEARNING HOW TO CODE! (,,,im very bad at it,,,)
ITS ABOUT A SEVERELY ANXIOUS AND SOCIALLY AWKWARD WOMAN NAME MOE WHO WORKS HER FIRST IN PERSON JOB AT A COMPANY CALLED HELP! WHOSE MAIN GOAL IS TO HELP PEOPLE WITH WHATEVER ODD JOBS THEY HAVE, NO MATTER HOW BIG OR SMALL, EASY OR DANGEROUS! NEEDLESS TO SAY MOE HAS A HARD TIME ADJUSTING, ESPECIALLY AS THE JOBS (AND THE PEOPLE) GET WEIRDER AND WEIRDER.
IN THIS GAME THERES TONS OF FOLKLORE AND SPIRITUALLY RELATED STUFF, IF THATS WHAT YOUR INTO!
THE CAST:
MOE (She/Her): Our protag! She’s been couped up in her apartment, working from home for 6 years and barely leaving her house, but now with help from her therapist and a desperate need for connection, Moes finally stepping outside her comfort zone! Everyday is a battle for Moe, she tries her best but she’s constantly plagued by anxiety, but hopefully this new job can give her a support system that helps her through her struggles.
“Oh god… can I go home now?”
BAGHEAD (He/Him): The boss! He started this company, and its his pride and joy. He loves his employees like his family, and was more then thrilled to invite Moe to join their little family! Hes very loud, touchy feely, and a bit obnoxious, but hes overall a kind, genuine guy who just wants to help others. Hes childish and refuses to grow up to be ‘boring’, he likes having whimsy in his life. Why does he have the bag on his head? follow along to find out!
“Heya bud! Welcome ta HELP! Great ta have ya here, cmon in!”
BEX (She/Her): The muscle! Bex is an orc girl who works as the receptionist, and is the youngest of the group. Shes fashionable and strong, and can very easily lift up any of the other employees, usually multiple of them. Shes very easily angry, usually towards Baghead, but shes not mean.
“…what do you need.”
DR ADLARTOK (They/Them): Adlartok is a qalupalik, A inuit creature from folklore, who moved from Alaska to New York City. Adlartok is the doctor, making sure all of help is safe and cared for while doing their work. They are kind, helpful, loyal, and soft spoken, and is also very cautious when it comes to their friends health. Sometimes they will be in the fridge, when they miss the cold of Alaska. It smushes all the sandwiches :(
“Sir, I don’t think it’s healthy to drink so many sodas in one day, you’re going to get sick!”
CARRIE (She/Her): Some clients need spiritual guidance or the crew needs help from another plane of existence, thats where Carrie, the psychic medium comes in! Shes a bit ditzy, or maybe shes just high all the time? Cant really tell, but shes a total sweetie pie! Carrie is always there if you need a shoulder to cry on, whether its hers or some ghost from the 1700s.
“Like… these spirits are NOT having your aura. If you’re like, gonna be a Negative Nelly the door is that way.”
RIPZ (She/They): Ripz doesn’t even work with HELP!, she’s just Bagheads best friend who crashes at his job to eat all the food in their fridge and chat with the employees. They’re part of a band called Hardwire, a punk band with Ripz as the main singer and the bassist. Ripz is loud, proud, and antagonistic, but can be kind if you let them into your life.
“HEYA DORKS! Got any of that good hazelnut spread crap in the fridge? God I love that stuff… why are you looking at me funny?”
im sorry but what the ACTUAL FUCK. HOW THE FUCK AM I MEANT TO KNOW THIS?!
if you understand music theory, i am BEGGING YOU, help me.
Hello to my followers and everyone on this sight! This is Angel speaking! I don't normally share politics. I know how divided it can get and how heated the arguments can be! And with that understanding, I wanted to say this:
I know it's a scary time. And I'm sorry. But if anyone wants to privately message me and vent or vent to me by reblogging or commenting on here, my inbox is open. This goes out to everyone! Even if you're not in the US and just want to vent or share news. I would like this shared as much as possible. Not because I'm being selfish. I just want to let as many people on this site know that this page is a safe space to vent and share your worries! And please safe, be careful. There's someone out there who loves you!! I love you all!! And if you're thinking of doing something, here are some numbers you can call!!
U.S. suicide hotline: call or text 988 (available 24 hours)
U.S. trans lifeline: (877) 565-8860 (when you call, you’ll speak to a trans/nonbinary peer operator. full anonymity and confidentiality)
Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) – provides 24/7 confidential support and referrals for individuals and families facing mental health and substance use disorders, including panic attacks and anxiety.
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support fat girls with weird curves
support fat girls with no butt
support fat girls with small boobs
dont just support the hour glass/big booty “acceptable” fat girl
Wdym people can trust their parents?? Like, are there people who have actually been able to express themselves to their parents without having their feelings invalidated or used to stay in the abusive relationship?
It's a bigger lie than Boss could even make fr fr
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Hello, I am Haifa from Gaza. I am speaking to you with a sad and heavy heart about what happened to me and my young children who were deprived of their most basic rights to food, education and a decent life due to the war. I hope you will support me to buy food and clean water Donate 15 euros from each person to make a difference in our lives I'm not sure I will be able to survive this war, but your contribution is making a difference Support me and share my post kindly🍀🌹 https://gofund.me/f4012f59 ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #356 )✅️
please help this family!! they are in need of money and i cannot support as much as they need, so please if someone could support them thatd be great!!
This is Amal and her family. My children are living under bombardment in the war 😭 Please consider them your children and help them 🙏🙏 Stand by my side to save and protect my children. They haven't gone to school for a year 🙏😢😢 Donate to save my children's lives 🍉 🙏🇵🇸 We live in very difficult and desperate circumstances, and what is worst of all is that the fear that haunts me increases day by day. Help me provide them with basic life needs. @gazavetters is verified, my verified number in the list is (#55)
please help me support this family!! donate to #55 on the list to help this family in need!!!
Hello ! My supporting friends ,🖤💚💔🤍🍉
Thank you from my heart for what you are doing for the people of Gaza who are in bad need in this tough and dire time. 💔💚🖤🤍
You are examples for kindness, generosity and nobility. You have been standing with for long and showing how brave one should be in time of need. 🍉🍉🍉🍉
You helped me greatly to make progress in my campaign, but I am still in need of your kind support to reach my goal.✌️✌️
As noticed, the campaign is very slow😪😪 now and needs strong move and this can be carried out through your contribution and cooperation. 😯😯
Please don't leave us alone during this dire time. I am still in the first quarter of my campaign. ❣️❣️
https://gofund.me/0dc0aa34
Thank you I don’t know what I did but I’m glad it helped
Hello ! My supporting friends ,🖤💚💔🤍🍉
Thank you from my heart for what you are doing for the people of Gaza who are in bad need in this tough and dire time. 💔💚🖤🤍
You are examples for kindness, generosity and nobility. You have been standing with for long and showing how brave one should be in time of need. 🍉🍉🍉🍉
You helped me greatly to make progress in my campaign, but I am still in need of your kind support to reach my goal.✌️✌️
As noticed, the campaign is very slow😪😪 now and needs strong move and this can be carried out through your contribution and cooperation. 😯😯
Please don't leave us alone during this dire time. I am still in the first quarter of my campaign. ❣️❣️
https://gofund.me/0dc0aa34
Thank you I don’t know what I did but I’m glad it helped
hi! I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It’s $300 That’s all I need. I’m not asking for a windfall, just a little help, please.
Be blessed 💓🙏🙏💓
DONATE AND SHARE.
I'm totally broke, so I can't donate anything, but the least I can do is put this up on my profile. If anyone who sees this can support please do.
HAIIII I hope this finds you in good spirits :>
SO! I’ve been pondering the idea of an oc who has a support hero type quirk thats semi tied to her composure/emotions. I NEED HELP BADDD.. i’m not sure what kind of quirk would be fitting for her personality but also like actually useful…. I was thinking something that could be pink related or just generally cutesy (tysm for your time ^^)
Hey sorry it took me a week to answer I’ve been camping and haven’t had access to the internet for a while :)
Feeling Pink: when the user feels certain emotions they can help others in different ways. When the user is happy they can boost others moods causing them to be more determined and focused. When the user is sad they can cause their enemies to feel weakened and scared. When the user is angry they can cause their allies to become stronger and more durable. When they’re scared they can cause their allies to become more aware of their surroundings so they can better anticipate any attacks. Any other more minor emotions either do nothing or the same thing as whichever emotion they’re most similar to. When the quirk is in use the user and whoever is being affected with have a pink aura surrounding them. The downsides of this quirk are, the user cannot affect themself, the user is unable to force emotions but they are more emotional than most.
Hope this is what you wanted! I’m pretty happy with it especially since I didn’t really know what to do at first. :)
Also if you ever have any more quirk ideas make sure to ask them on my side blog @kaytaygayquirks since it’s where I usually make my quirks!
Have a nice day!!
MY BABY OH MY GOD THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY INSIDE 💔💔💔💔🥺🥺🥺🥺‼️‼️‼️👏👏👏👏💖💖💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ SUPPORT THE ARTIST ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
Hey tumblr pookies, enjoy
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GUYS HOLY SHIT WE COULD HAVE A BROOKLYN NINE NINE LEGO SET!!
GO SUPPORT IT!!
https://ideas.lego.com/projects/7978e24e-da6a-4499-9646-4db82966cc87
Don't feel sad that your fic isn't canon. The original story was written by some person who had a vision, just like you. Your version is its own canon. It exists because you manifested it into the universe and will continue to exist in its own right.
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I’m an artist and I need money badly, so if you want a profile pic done in my style I can do it for $25. Please take a look and message me if you’re interested, thank you.
Help me evacuate #Gaza
I have only £20
Donate for me if you can, please 🙏🇵🇸
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