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I would’ve died if I got to see him on the big screen.
MASTER LIST OF WAYS TO HELP IN MINNEAPOLIS
(this list is mainly ways non-locals can donate but by extension offers a lot of resources and places to volunteer in the Twin Cities + there are specific ways to donate time under the cut which can be adjusted to your local neighborhood)
full credit to cataloo from r/minnesota [x]
🩵Immigrant support
Immigrant Defense Network – coalition of 90+ groups organizing rapid response and collecting evidence.
Immigrant Law Center of MN – free immigration legal representation to low-income immigrants and refugees.
COPAL – advocacy, organizing, phone hotline. Focus on Latine community.
Minnesota Immigrant Rights Action Committee (MIRAC) – education and protest organizing.
Interfaith Coalition on Immigration – advocacy, aid, events.
Monarca MN – training and phone hotline.
Unidos MN – education, protests, advocacy.
Center for Victims of Torture – advocacy and mental health services for immigrants and refugees.
International Institute of Minnesota – refugee resettlement group that provides support and legal help to vulnerable new-to-country families.
Lutheran Social Service of Minnesota – offers services to refugees, including legal aid to non-citizens.
🩵Food support
If local, food donations are welcome, otherwise monetary donations help these types of orgs source what is most needed
VEAP
Second Harvest Heartland
Every Meal
The Food Group
Meals on Wheels MN
Find a local food shelf
🩵Mutual aid funds & community support
Community Aid Network
Twin Cities Trans Mutual Aid
Leo's Tow (Venmo @leostowingmn) is towing cars back to families if a car is stranded when someone is detained.
🩵More links
MN50501 Mutual Aid Linktree – well-organized list of various Twin Cities groups.
Mplsmutualaid Linktree – many neighborhood and individual GoFundMes listed here.
Mpls.St.Paul Magazine – see Food Drives and Fundraisers.
Stand with Minnesota – extensive list of organizations, mutual aid, and crowdfunding campaigns.
🩵Donate blood
Memorial Blood Center declared a blood emergency on Tuesday, Jan 13. MBC is the blood supplier for both tier 1 trauma hospitals in the metro area (Hennepin County Medical Center and North Memorial Health).
American Red Cross
🩵Donate food or other goods
Mpls.St.Paul Magazine – see Food Drives and Fundraisers.
Volunteer your time (under the cut)
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➺ immortal angel satoru loves human!reader lots
satoru wishes for nothing more than to be by your side for a long, long time. long enough to watch you watch little saplings grow into tall trees with orange leaves that fall in autumn and flowers that bloom in spring over and over as unhurried years pass you both by. right now though, he doesn't believe he even has the vocabulary to accurately describe the feeling that has taken root within him.
hes an angel, after all — made entirely of light. pure. perfect. whole.
🕊 Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future
Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
FREAK! ⋆·˚ ༘ * Daichi Sawamura
Haven’t posted here in a while🫣 hey lovelies. Also sorry for the misleading title it’s not so freaky deaky
How I be looking at 3am on tumblr and Ao3 when I gotta be up at 6am for lectures
I WISH YOU ROSES ──── 両面宿儺
SYNOPSIS ── Ryomen Sukuna, known as the formidable King of Curses, is wed to a petal of a woman — you. Despite his menacing imposition, his wife has managed to soften him and he does his best to show that to you.
PAIRING ── Heian Sukuna x Fem!Reader
WC ── 1.3k
AN ── welcome to my new account, or a simple welcome if you're new here :) ! this is just a quick and short work i wanted to put out but this is also a way to show what sort of content i will be posting from now on! i hope you enjoy and that you can still show me the same amount of support you did in my other account 🤍
Sukuna was not born with tenderness. Chaos, violence, bloodshed - that is all he knows and that is all that runs deep within his bones. His tongue is harsh, words sharp like the blades of a katana and never forgiving. He smells of blood and fear, a presence so powerful that any being would cower before him.
But not you, his darling wife.
His wife who is crafted from the prettiest of silk, soft and delicate to the touch. Whose rosy lips never speak ill of anyone, and yet is the only one to bring the King of Curses down to his knees, begging for forgiveness. Your heart thrums a dulcet melody, one that only he can hear and that is in harmony with his own.
And here Sukuna sits, on his crimson throne with dainty flowers decorated all over, the smell of jasmine and lavender intoxicating his senses.
He tuts at you as you weave vines and red roses to make some sort of crown for him, his four eyes narrowed in near distaste. You lift up the flower crown to his head, gesturing for him to lower himself so you can see how it fits.
At first, his lips curl into a sneer, some sort of taunt about to escape him when he sees the way your bottom lip juts out and how your doe eyes bore into his, face contorted like that of a lost puppy. With a defeated sigh, he extends his large hands to pick you up and you smile as you place the crown atop his head.
The difference of the scarlet hue of the roses against his blush coloured hair makes your heart twirl. Such a menacing beast adorning something so beautiful - it is truly a sight to behold. One that only you have the pleasure of.
“My, you look so pretty,” you giggle, Sukuna setting you down on his lap. He scoffs, using one of his sharp nails to lightly prick at your skin. “Oh, don’t be shy now,” you continue to giggle, fingers tracing absentmindedly over the black ink across his chest.
“Why do you continue to defile me like this?,” he grumbles. “I am meant to be the most feared being alive, and you are reducing me to nothing more than a spectacle for my servants to laugh at.”
“Oh they don’t laugh at you, my dear. Don't worry, they still tremble with fear in your presence.”
“Are you only saying this to make me feel better, woman?”
You shrug, resting your head on his shoulder. Sukuna may not know gentleness but yet the way he caresses your hair ever so gently, one would think he was touching a doll made of glass. As if he’s scared that you could shatter at any moment.
“Flowers are the most beautiful things, don't you think?,” you muse, nose rubbing gingerly on the rough skin of his neck.
“Is that what you think?”
“Yes I do, Ryo.”
Over the last few weeks, your husband has been acting strangely. As if harbouring some sort of secret.
He is up by dawn and only arrives back to your shared chambers after the sun has set. He hasn’t allowed you to step foot in the gardens, always steering you away or asking one of the maids to take you away. And you have come to notice an increase in the amount of gardeners prancing around the grounds.
Whenever you even try to question him, he just shuts you down or changes the subject. No straightforward answers and when you do your best to dig deeper, he pinches your lips together and tells you to shut up - in an endearingly rude way, as is his brand.
‘What is he up to?,’ you think to yourself.
One fine day, you tell yourself that is enough is enough. You are going to find out just what in the world Sukuna is doing!
You’re sneaking around the castle like some common thief, scuttling behind pillars and avoiding the gazes of anyone that passes by. While you do feel rather silly for doing this, there is a part of you that is enjoying the thrill of it all, silently snickering to yourself at the absurdity of this whole ordeal.
You just hope that whatever it is that Sukuna has going on is worth all this mystery. Otherwise, he was going to be getting an earful tonight.
The entrance to the gardens are not guarded as they usually are - just your luck! You swivel your head around, making sure nobody is nearby and once you have determined that the coast is clear, you dash towards the gates, pushing it open with a heavy grunt.
“Imbeciles!,” you hear Sukuna’s thunderous voice boom. The whole room trembles uneasily, none of the servants able to even glance in his direction. “I give you ONE ORDER! And that is to keep her away until I said so! Did you not hear me or are you all just incompetent fools?!”
Minutes pass before your husband ceases his censure, commanding that everyone leave the premises besides you. When it is just the two of you, he saunters over to you, cheeks still fuming but his eyes have softened the moment he looks at you, dark pupils dilated and bearing nothing but a blazing warmth for you.
“Woman,” he grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “You couldn't have waited one more day?”
“Wait for what, Ryo?,” you ask, folding your arms in front of your chest, letting out a frustrated huff to really get the message across to him.
He rolls his eyes at your childish attitude and interlaces his fingers in yours, dragging you to the top floor of the gardens. You continue to bombard him with questions, to which you are met with silence though that doesn't stop you. Even once you've reached the balconies, you’re drilling into him to get some sort of answer or explanation for his odd behaviour recently.
“Hush now and look,” he points down. You raise an eyebrow skeptically, making your way to the edge of the balcony, looking to where he had been pointing. And when you do, you gasp, heart tightening around your chest and a flurry of emotions coursing through your body.
Flowers have been planted and arranged to create a beautiful mosaic of yourself. Posies that match the colour of your hair and the rosiness of your lips perfectly, and buds that reflect the light that sparkle in your eyes, and florid roses surround ‘you’, the deep hue a stark contrast to the faded ones - this is what Sukuna had been up to all this time.
“Ryo,” you breathe, little tears pricking at your lash line. You hear his loud footsteps patter behind you, enormous arms enveloping you, engulfing you whole as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.
“What do you think?,” his voice is soft against your ears.
“It is…,” you sigh, leaning back into him as you admire the creation before you. “...perfect.”
“Why did you make this?,” you ask, once more intertwining your fingers with his calloused ones.
“You told me before that you think flowers are the most beautiful thing to exist. I do not agree but I digress. I created this for you because…” A short pause accompanied with a displeased scoff.
“Because to me, you are the most beautiful thing to grace this pathetic planet.”
“Oh my goodness! Ryo!,” you squeal, spinning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug and peppering open-mouthed kisses over his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much!”
“...So dramatic you are, woman.” He holds you close, voice dropping to a lull as whispers, “I love you more.”
This was so beautiful what🥹
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Can't Lose You
Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader
Summary: Clark always made you promise to run at the sight of danger. You listen to him—usually.
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: Angst, arguing, canon-level violence :D
a/n: I'm back from my little trip so here is a little fic to get me back into the swing :) I love angst to fluff if you couldn't tell. Enjoy, love you!! 🤍
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Clark was going to be so mad at you—so, so mad.
You climbed up anyway, foot fitting perfectly in the groove of the window ledge. The brick was abrasive against your palms, and the feeling of gravity weighed on you, but the small cat shaking on top of the three-story building was worth more than all of that. It couldn’t be more than a few months old, and the ongoing fight in the streets had smashed the building’s entrance too irreparably for you to take the stairs.
It was up to you to save the little kitten, even if that meant your boyfriend would be furious when he found out you were anywhere near his fight.
“If you see it on the news, you run the other direction,” he had made you promise. “And if you see it in person, you hide, okay? I can’t even think about anything happening to you.”
WEVE BEEN FED!!🙇♀️
he likes the quiet ones || satoru gojo x f!reader, jjk drabbles, pure fluff, 401 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
so we all know how clingy satoru is... but imagine him having a crush on the quiet student—who he swears is the girl of his dreams.
you're the complete opposite of him; calm, composed, and rarely speaking unless necessary. you intrigued him. he just didn't know when that curiosity turned into something more intimate.
"ah—there you are!" he grins, shamelessly wrapping his arms around you from behind, chin resting against your shoulder—clinging to you like some sort of leech, "did you just return from a mission? you should've taken me along! i wanted to see my cutie in action~"
you quietly hum, unfazed by his touchy nature, "hi gojo-san..."
he immediately pouts, "i thought i told ya' to drop the 'san' part—it's too frickin' formal! matter of fact, just call me satoru!"
you slowly nod. he smiles, hesitantly letting go, but only to walk in front of you, continuing to chat your ear off, all while walking backwards, "you should've saw me today—i'm this close to perfecting my technique! maybe now we can finally do a mission together! oh and why don't we stop for some boba tea after?! don't worry your pretty little head, my treat!"
the boy leans closer, icy blue orbs boring into your own. he smirks, now acting more coy, "are you swooning for me yet—" he halts, the words getting caught in his throat as he notices the sympathetic look in your eyes.
his breath hitches as you slowly reach out, in a rare turn of events, gently patting his head, fingers combing through his white locks of hair to offer him some comfort.
a feeling he never knew he craved... up til now that is.
you smile softly, shockingly enough to him, "you must be tired then—just don't overdo it... satoru."
his eyes briefly widened, heart rate spiking up at his name exiting your mouth. god damn it. he was the one who suggested it—so why does he always get so tongue tied when it comes to you? how lame...
he's blushing, ivory skin tinted with pink as he slowly leans into your touch, embarrassingly avoiding your gaze; only yearning for more, more and more of your affection, "yeah... i know."
he peeks at you from behind his glasses, taking your kind gesture as a green light to continue, "so about that date..."
you slowly blink, tilting your head with confusion—what’s this about a date?
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The topic of idols dating gets me so heated. Like these “fans” are insane. Do they really expect whichever idol to stay single their whole life????? I wish idols could go public. i PRAY winter and jungkook are dating. STAY MAD😛 and those lunatics go crazy but it’ll just result in more hate.
ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!
FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!
i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛