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@fuckyeahgermano
I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.
His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.
Please donate if you can!!
If you canât than please share this post so it can reach more people
Am following him on IG!!
I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.
His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.
Please donate if you can!!
If you canât than please share this post so it can reach more people
I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.
His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.
Please donate if you can!!
If you canât than please share this post so it can reach more people
I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.
His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.
Please donate if you can!!
If you canât than please share this post so it can reach more people
I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.
His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.
Please donate if you can!!
If you canât than please share this post so it can reach more people
I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.
His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.
Please donate if you can!!
If you canât than please share this post so it can reach more people
This is out of the blue! I am Afghan and I am currently living in Afghanistan. Today (15 Aug 2021) the Taliban entered the capital city of Afghanistan which is Kabul. The government is going to change to an Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan. They ruled in Afghanistan for 5 years, 20 years ago. I've heard stories about them since I'm 19 and luckily was not yet born. And let me tell you the stories were terrifying, but they were just horror stories to me and I never thought that I'd be living under their regime, but here we are.
Let me tell you something shocking: girls can only study up to 6th grade. The future of female students in universities hasn't been decided yet. According to what I've heard they go from house to house and ask for girls and women (12 to 45 year olds) for marriage.
As they are just pieces of crap, I don't really believe that they'd let us have mobiles or use the internet. I really hope this isn't my last post in here! But if it is I want to let the world know of what they've done and what they're doing.
Don't forget us!
I shall from this day forth be blocking premium blogs and I invite you all to join me
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Five Minute Writing Practice
Iâm going to try and write for at least five minutes every day. Just a short drabble on whatever. Donât expect them to be neat or amazing, haha. but here we go. First round.
Angelo
The first time that he has seen him was from afar. He understood so little at the time and did not really know anyone but his brother. He was only adjusting to the world around him. The fact that he was part of the world around him.
Yet, when Germany had first glanced at him, he could have sworn he had gazed into the gates of heaven.
He had simply been chatting away with his brother on their tense unification, a bitter snap in his words and an icy glare in each flicker of his eyes. He had looked so tired as well, the way he yawed and pinched himself to stay awake.
But when Germany has looked at him as a small child he couldnât help but grow rather fond of him.
Though, he quickly forgot about him in the busy world that he lived in. Soon, there was no recollection of a stunning Southern Italian who looked warm enough to melt chocolate with a simple touch.Â
He grew friendly with his brother. The two were good friends and even upon being reintroduced to him, there was no memory of him, a small child gazing at the tired teenage Romano in wonder and adoration.
Year upon year passed, mistake upon mistake and yet he still remembered nothing of that day.
But then one day, it happened again. Tired Romano sat in a corner, scribbling away in a book and nodding at something his brother said. There were dark circles under his eyes; he had not slept in ages. Yet, Germany stood there, admiring him just as he had all those years ago.
He felt like a child again, staring at this man who seemed so stunning but so dangerous. But, he was wiser now and knew he had nothing to fear. Yet still, he could not help but feel as if he dared touch him, he would turn to dust.
Yes, he was beautiful, wasnât he? The way his brown hair fell over that Roman nose and the way those hazel eyes stared so intensely at paper. It was like gazing at a god; it was beautiful and he stared in awe despite feeling like he was gazing at something he should not have seen.
Germany wondered how he had dismissed such an elegant being for so long.
âLeave the saving of the world to the men? I donât think so!â
- Helen âElastigirlâ Parr
petition to cast me, a fat lively trans man, as Dante âTexâ Gill instead of scarjo
Five Minute Writing Practice
Iâm going to try and write for at least five minutes every day. Just a short drabble on whatever. Donât expect them to be neat or amazing, haha. but here we go. First round.
Angelo
The first time that he has seen him was from afar. He understood so little at the time and did not really know anyone but his brother. He was only adjusting to the world around him. The fact that he was part of the world around him.
Yet, when Germany had first glanced at him, he could have sworn he had gazed into the gates of heaven.
He had simply been chatting away with his brother on their tense unification, a bitter snap in his words and an icy glare in each flicker of his eyes. He had looked so tired as well, the way he yawed and pinched himself to stay awake.
But when Germany has looked at him as a small child he couldnât help but grow rather fond of him.
Though, he quickly forgot about him in the busy world that he lived in. Soon, there was no recollection of a stunning Southern Italian who looked warm enough to melt chocolate with a simple touch.Â
He grew friendly with his brother. The two were good friends and even upon being reintroduced to him, there was no memory of him, a small child gazing at the tired teenage Romano in wonder and adoration.
Year upon year passed, mistake upon mistake and yet he still remembered nothing of that day.
But then one day, it happened again. Tired Romano sat in a corner, scribbling away in a book and nodding at something his brother said. There were dark circles under his eyes; he had not slept in ages. Yet, Germany stood there, admiring him just as he had all those years ago.
He felt like a child again, staring at this man who seemed so stunning but so dangerous. But, he was wiser now and knew he had nothing to fear. Yet still, he could not help but feel as if he dared touch him, he would turn to dust.
Yes, he was beautiful, wasnât he? The way his brown hair fell over that Roman nose and the way those hazel eyes stared so intensely at paper. It was like gazing at a god; it was beautiful and he stared in awe despite feeling like he was gazing at something he should not have seen.
Germany wondered how he had dismissed such an elegant being for so long.
Five Minute Writing Practice
Iâm going to try and write for at least five minutes every day. Just a short drabble on whatever. Donât expect them to be neat or amazing, haha. but here we go. First round.
Angelo
The first time that he has seen him was from afar. He understood so little at the time and did not really know anyone but his brother. He was only adjusting to the world around him. The fact that he was part of the world around him.
Yet, when Germany had first glanced at him, he could have sworn he had gazed into the gates of heaven.
He had simply been chatting away with his brother on their tense unification, a bitter snap in his words and an icy glare in each flicker of his eyes. He had looked so tired as well, the way he yawed and pinched himself to stay awake.
But when Germany has looked at him as a small child he couldnât help but grow rather fond of him.
Though, he quickly forgot about him in the busy world that he lived in. Soon, there was no recollection of a stunning Southern Italian who looked warm enough to melt chocolate with a simple touch.Â
He grew friendly with his brother. The two were good friends and even upon being reintroduced to him, there was no memory of him, a small child gazing at the tired teenage Romano in wonder and adoration.
Year upon year passed, mistake upon mistake and yet he still remembered nothing of that day.
But then one day, it happened again. Tired Romano sat in a corner, scribbling away in a book and nodding at something his brother said. There were dark circles under his eyes; he had not slept in ages. Yet, Germany stood there, admiring him just as he had all those years ago.
He felt like a child again, staring at this man who seemed so stunning but so dangerous. But, he was wiser now and knew he had nothing to fear. Yet still, he could not help but feel as if he dared touch him, he would turn to dust.
Yes, he was beautiful, wasnât he? The way his brown hair fell over that Roman nose and the way those hazel eyes stared so intensely at paper. It was like gazing at a god; it was beautiful and he stared in awe despite feeling like he was gazing at something he should not have seen.
Germany wondered how he had dismissed such an elegant being for so long.
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APH Romano: Shut up!
APH Germany: I beg your pardon?!
APH Romano: I said shut up! As in close your mouth and stop talking!
