Israel continues the massacres in Gaza... 232 souls taken in less than an hour! We are dying before your eyes—please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something... protest, donate, participate. I don’t want to die!
would love it if the last god/goddess percy has to do a quest for is hestia. and all she only asks of him a simple, easy-to-do, done in two minutes task. and then that's it. no tricks or double meanings. and he just sobs into her shoulder at the end of it. and she just holds him and tells him that he's all done. he can go live his life now.
girlfriend activities
Day 4
Saturday
Plagg
@adrienagresteseptember2021
He’s a pain in his ass.
His best friend.
The sinker of Atlantis.
His kwami.
The one that killed the dinosaurs out (but they still somehow exist?).
He’s in love with cheese, especially Camembert.
He’s quite a handful.
He’s a lot more than words.
Not even his name can completely get him.
Plagg.
“Adrieeeeen~”
“Why are you obsessed over Ladybug?”
“Go. To. Sleep.”
“I love you.”
“I want cheese.”
“I’m hungry.”
Some of his favorite sentences.
But now their time is over.
Every evil is defeated.
And they don’t need them anymore.
Now they’ll have to say Goodbye which is hard.
“I’ll muss you kid and I already told you this but you’re the best Cat Noir I ever had.”
Tears were already welling in Adrien’s eyes because Plagg was the last piece of his family he had. His dad turned out to be Hawkmoth, his mum is dead, ladybug and he still didn’t reveal identities, Nathalie was Mayura and the police thought Gorilla was tangled up in this mess as well.
And now Plagg has to leave him too.
“I don’t want you to go, you’re my best friend and the last family I have. I don’t know how I’ll be strong enough to continue without you at my side.”
Plagg flew to Adrien’s shoulder and hugged him as big as he managed. “I don’t want to leave you either, I-“
“Hey.” Tikki, Ladybug’s kwamis arrived to retrieve the miraculous.
“I’m sorry. Ladybug just-“
Adrien stopped her. “Thank you, Tikki. But I really don’t want to hear about Ladybug.”
“Adrien, we don’t have to do this. You could transform and we would run away and open this shop we talked about and-“
“I’m sorry, Plagg. I wish things could be different but,” Plagg knew that this was going to hurt even more than it did the last time “Plagg, I renounce you.”
With those words Plagg was sucked into the ring. Adrien took the ring of his finger and put it back into the box he had carefully stored away into the top drawer of the small shelf, next to the Camembert.
“Here.”
He handed the box to Tikki and turned away to cry and scream and break down until all his tears were shred, all his screams turned silent and everything inside him was broken to a level not even Cat Noir’s cataclysm could reach.
Palestinians in the West Bank tearing down the apartheid wall.
Credit to @caniscathexis for showing me this
Chuuya’s so funny because he literally shows up to do the bare minimum (unless Dazai is involved).
Like mfkr, you’re the strongest person in the world, what do you mean “oh no! he sliced through the helicopter blades! What are we going to do?!”
Your power is near limitless. Take your pick of defensive techniques. Throw him to space. Grind him to dust. Carry the helicopter away???
Why are you making people jump out of planes and sacrifice their lives when you can juggle the opps until their brains are mush?
He’s like “Mori said let them on the helicopter. I did my part.”
“Oh no; that kid and that guy from that place that Dazai occasionally volunteers at are strapped to bombs?” … “Well it’s my day off so more power to them.” ✌🏼
The absolute bare minimum. He’s so funny.
Tumblr holidays not being used for the rest of the world is weird. What do you mean I have to go to school/work? Don't you people know Julius Caesar was stabbed multiple times?
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.
-Hating someone for being a jew is antisemitic.
Hating someone for being a genocidal maniac occupier performing ethnic cleansing, and happens to be a jew, is not!!.
/Nasser_junior
Link to the twitter thread: https://x.com/oridepato/status/1772062549220929986?s=46&t=k_zC2KOGchduOvGrPSZTog
Simly tutorial: https://x.com/mambangstory/status/1739555477846212832?s=46&t=k_zC2KOGchduOvGrPSZTog
Video tutorial: https://x.com/brownisthecolor/status/1748468717787533553?s=46&t=k_zC2KOGchduOvGrPSZTog
Holafly tutorial: https://x.com/gayjeris/status/1751225312623423818?s=46&t=k_zC2KOGchduOvGrPSZTog
The Google docs from: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfpEdXPgJt2DeBe7fKo-XFpOi2JGjG5Q6i7IimFwrfSRxDGsw/formResponse
whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy; does anyone know if you can switch main blogs or sth so i can follow people with different blog?
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