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Ladybug: Good Morning

Rena Rouge: Good Morning

Carapace: Good Morning

Chat Noir: You all sound like robots, why don’t you spice it up a little bit?

Queen Bee: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

Rena Rouge: He said a little bit, Drama Queen.

From AL Shifa Hospital earlier: The little boy is screaming:

"I'm scared, I swear I'm scared I wanna go...."

This is too much for a child to experience.

His screams would never leave my mind, ever.

Fuck Israel

You can tell how hungry for blood the tumblr userbase is this year by looking at how early in the month the Ides of March posts are being made

au where only dazai and chuuya switch roles

(legend has it: chuuya ends up in the agency bc dazai got him kicked out of the port mafia)

The settlers are already planning the names of cities in Palestine.

We are slowly running out of time, we have to take action. We have to demand, we have to scream. There was time to be polite, but It’s over now.

Fire is catching. Let it burn.

The man who slid from his horse was not his son. Not as he’d known him. Uther was still seeking answers for what had befallen Camelot, for what had become of his son, but he wasn’t certain the man before him could give him those answers.

He was changed. The man Uther had sent out to settle unrest along the northern border had been young, eager to please, there’d been a confidence in him that came from the arrogance of youth rather than confidence in his own abilities, something Uther had frequently taken advantage of.

This man bore none of that youthful arrogance. He stood tall, shoulders firm, sure in his own power and strength. The clean youthful lines of his face had given way to rougher lines of hard living, of a neatly trimmed beard.

He did not bow at Uther’s feet, rather he greeted him as an equal.

No, not an equal, Uther saw that in the way this grown version of his son eyed him.

“Father,” he greeted.

“My son,” Uther returned, longing to reach forward and bridge the gap between them and yet knowing it would not be welcomed. For once it was he who felt wrong-footed by their exchange. Something made all the worse when the ranks of knights behind Arthur, some familiar, most not, parted and another man strode up the stand beside Arthur.

Stand beside him as an equal. That at least had not changed, then. Merlin had always been an atrocious servant.

His son’s manservant had changed too, perhaps as much, if not more than Arthur. He stood tall and confident beside his master, clothes better made than he’d ever worn before, at least in Uther’s presence, a thick beard covered his jaw.

“You have returned with answers, I hope.”

“I have,” Arthur replied, his words were unexpectedly made of steel.

“We’ll speak inside.”

“Yes.”

Arthur turned to his head knight, a man Uther did not recognise and issued orders to deal with the horses and the men and then, with words that struck Uther deep he said, “And someone find Ygraine before we lose her to the sights of the Lower Town.”

“Ygraine?” Uther choked out.

“Our daughter,” Arthur replied curtly.

“A grandchild?” He uttered in wonder.

“We’ve much to discuss.”

Uther certainly thought so, no more than when one of the knights stepped forward and said, “King Arthur, the princess is with her grandmother.”

King Arthur.

Much to discuss indeed.

cheers to more tsc 🥂

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Hi, my name is Mohammad totah, I am 33 years old, I am from Gaza, married to Aya Abu Kmail who is 26 years old, and I am a mother of two children, My oldest is my daughter, Sana'a, who is five years old, and my youngest is my son , wasfi , who is 3

since October 7 we have been living in fear and hunger, we have lost many things in this war, we have lost our home and we have lost members of our family, we have been displaced from places that are not suitable for living

we are experiencing a real famine in Gaza. I've gone to bed with my children without dinner because there is no food available. we have had to eat animal and bird feed due to the high cost of flour just to fill the hunger of my young children . even after eating it, we all suffered from diarrhea and severe stomach pain. my children developed rashes on their bodies due to the spread of viruses. their is also a severe shortage of water, and even when we find it, it's not safe to drink

My children cry , asking for vegetables, fruit,and eggs, but we can't afford them because we have no income

winter is coming,and we have nothing for it. I need clothes and shoes for my children to keep them warm

therefore,I hope that you will help me in the near future, even if it is just a little, to provide for my children's basic needs

teenage chuuya and dazai who accidentally developed quite a couple of inside jokes over the course of their partnership, and one day just have the most horrid case of giggles while on a mission.

the setting is all intense and they’re doing what double black usually does—dazai being the brains and chuuya mainly being the one kicking ass. but then something happens that triggers one of chuuya and dazai’s inside jokes in dazai’s mind and he slowly starts to lose it.

he whispers it to chuuya as they’re setting up their trap, who at first hisses at him to shut up and focus up, but then the joke processes in his mind and he involuntarily starts to smile and tremble.

dazai brings up the joke again in combat as he knocks out one of the men he’s fighting, close to hysterics over it even though it’s probably one of the most unfunny and nonsensical jokes they have. he’s hunched over and his body is shaking, and another enemy uses his moment of vulnerability to go and strike him from behind. chuuya quickly takes the enemy out. he screams at dazai to focus up yet again.

but the louder dazai’s laughter gets, the harder it is for chuuya to suppress his own. his face slowly starts to turn red, not from the physical activity, but from how fucking stupid the joke is and how that’s exactly why chuuya is on the verge of going ballistic over it like dazai.

they’re both out of breath by the time they finish fighting, a couple of new scars littered on their skin, bruises already forming on their knees from the particularly gruelling mission, and dazai brings up the joke one final time in a hushed voice, covered in grime and blood and ick. and chuuya, who looks identical, practically shouts in laughter, sending them into a full blown fit that has them clutching their chests and stomachs. they stumble forward and backward and inhale sharply only to immediately burst out laughing again when they look at each others faces, which read the inside joke they’re both thinking. they don’t account the moment in their mission report, but hirotsu certainly does in his.