Hades gives Orpheus a trial he knows he himself could never succeed at, but it isn’t just that Hades knows he would turn around. Hades has been failing this trial every single year. He shows up too early. He turns too soon. He is so full of doubt that even the natural order of the world, that Persephone will return to him, is not something he can trust. Hades would fail the trial he has given Orpheus, and he already has. All alone, his blood runs thin.
STOP SCROLLING FOR A MOMENT. TONIGHT, I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO LOSE MY WIFE. Tonight, I watched my wife's condition get worse, and my heart nearly stopped. I have never felt so helpless, because I knew she desperately needed treatment and I had no way to provide it. The doctor examined her and prescribed urgent injections and medication that she must start taking as soon as possible. The cost is around €800, and every day of delay makes our fear bigger. I am begging you as a husband who has nothing left except hope in kind strangers. Please help me get my wife the treatment she needs. Your donation today could make the difference between more suffering and a chance for her to recover. Please donate now GoFundMe.
WHILE THE WORLD SPEAKS ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS, THIS IS THE REALITY.
For more than two and a half years, you have stood by me through some of the hardest moments of my life. Your support, your words, and your kindness helped us keep going when we were close to breaking. Because of you, we were able to hold on, and I will never forget that.
But the truth is, our story is not over yet.
We have lost everything, our home, our source of income, and the stability we once had. It feels like we are not just starting from zero, but trying to rise from below it.
Now things are even harder with my father’s illness. He needs ongoing care and treatment, while we are facing a complete lack of income. Even covering our basic daily needs has become a real struggle.
We are doing everything we can to stay strong, but we cannot do it alone anymore.
I am not asking for much, just for you to stand by us as you always have. Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference. It can help us cover my father’s treatment, provide our basic needs, and help us keep going.
And if you are unable to donate, simply sharing our story could help it reach someone who can.
Thank you for being there for us and for not leaving us alone.
Dear Esteemed Donors,
My name is Ahmad, and I am a 16-year-old from northern Gaza… Ahmad family needs your support for Support Ahmad’s Fami
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This is my daughter Lia 💔 Her dreams have become so small, just to live without fear and to eat when she is hungry.
I am a mother and I feel helpless every day in front of her. She lost her school, her childhood, even her simplest rights
Her father is injured and lost his job, and I am now pregnant with a baby who will be born in a tent with winter coming. We have no home, no safety, and not enough food.
I write to you with a heavy heart and I ask you to please help us, even a little. Believe me, any donation no matter how small can make a big difference for us, a loaf of bread, a box of milk, a blanket.
We are close to reaching our goal, and any help or sharing from you could give my daughter some of the safety she deserves.
Nedda, her husband, and their young daughter lost their home in Gaza when it was destroyed by a rocket during the recent war. Like many othe
I don’t even know how to begin this, but I truly need your help😓💔
I am very sick. I already went through one surgery, and now I urgently need another one that costs $300. I simply don’t have this amount, and I am terrified of what could happen if I can’t get this operation.
I am a mother of two little girls. They are my whole world I cannot bear the thought of something happening to me and leaving them behind with no one. This fear is with me every single moment.
Please, I am begging you even the smallest help can make a difference. If just a few kind people donate $20 each, we can reach the $300 and give me a chance to have this surgery and stay with my daughters.
$20 may seem small, but to me it means hope… it means life.
Please don’t leave me alone in this. Your kindness could save me.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🤍
Nedda, her husband, and their young daughter lost their home in Gaza when it was destroyed by a rocket during the recent war. Like many othe
The war has taken everything from me and my family — our home, our safety, and our source of living. We were displaced from Rafah to Al-Mawasi, and when we finally returned, we found our house destroyed and impossible to live in.Today, we live through hunger, poverty, fear, and constant pressure just to survive. Some days we cannot afford food, clean water, or even the most basic necessities. Sitting for long hours without a single meal has become part of our daily life.Before the war,
I was studying engineering and dreaming of building a better future for myself and my family. But the war stopped my education and destroyed the life I worked hard for .
I am trying to help my family survive and find a safe, stable life again. Any support, even a small donation, can help us with food, shelter, and hope during these difficult times.
I am Abd Ahmed from Gaza. I am trying to help my family to live. We do not have any means of livelihood, and life here is expensive. We cann
Hello, I'm Ahmed, 23 years old. I was studying computer science at the Islamic University in Gaza before the war. I aspired to build a brigh
Hello friends, it's me, Ahmed again. I need your help. I almost lost my life last time while looking for work because the place was directly bombed. I'm a university student about to graduate. I lost everything in the war, and I support myself, my younger brother, and my family. I tried to find work, but to no avail. I'm looking for a scholarship to continue my studies. We've been deprived of all our rights. Please don't deprive me of my most basic rights: the right to education, to live, and to eat healthy, good food. I'm searching for a way to support myself. You may not be able to provide financial support, but you can share this. Let's not be a cause of destruction. Please try to support us in any way you can.
My tent is dilapidated and tattered, unfit for human habitation, and extremely hot. I need your help and support.
I love the concept of Peter referring to Tony as Mr. Stark just becoming its own thing. To the point where it doesn’t even register as a term of respect, but starts to sound like a separate name entirely like “misastark” or something.
Like when Tony hears someone else call him Mr. Stark, he hears it as “oh they’re trying to be respectful” but from Peter it’s just what the kid calls him.
I also think it would be funny if Peter started calling him Mr. Stark to be respectful at first, but then Tony was like “please just call me Tony at this point I beg” and Peter kept calling him it to annoy him but then he just ended up getting too used to it and Tony just becomes Mr. Stark to him.
They always call each other “Mr. Stark” and “kid” and that’s just how they operate and I find that cute.
They never call each other their actual names unless it’s something serious (like one of them dying oop)
That was probably what made it hardest to stomach. The knowing. The lingering dread at the back of his neck that he tried so hard to ignore.
Peter recognized patterns. And he knew that everybody died eventually but there was something about the people he chose to stick to, and the people that chose to stick with him. They all had this sense of duty, responsibility, some misplaced virtue that they placed in Peter, for whatever reason. It had happened to his parents, and it had happened to Ben, and he knew Tony would be next. The clock on Peter’s grief had started the second they met, and that’s just how it was.
There was only one way that stories like this ended. It wasn’t neat. It was ugly, grief always was. Didn’t matter how long you saw it coming, it was always going to be like staring an incoming train down as you stood on its tracks.
Sooner or later, it was going to slam through. It didn’t care who was standing there, waiting for it to stop.
When the weather says it's 30°C, it doesn't tell the whole story.
Inside our damaged tent, the heat becomes unbearable. The air feels trapped, every breath is heavy, and there is no escape from the burning sun. My children try to sleep, but the heat makes even the simplest moments difficult.
This tent is not a home. We dream of a safe place where our children can rest without suffering from the heat every single day.
If you can, please share our story or support our family. Your kindness gives us hope. ❤️🙏
I am Ahmed Sobh from the devastated Gaza Strip. We live in wounded Gaza. We are a famil… reem Palestinian needs your support for Please hel
The temperature is 30°C, but inside the tent it can reach 40°C. 💔
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Hello, I'm Ahmed, 23 years old. I was studying computer science at the Islamic University in Gaza before the war. I aspired to build a brigh
Hello friends, I thank you very much for your continuous support, but right now I am in urgent need of you and your help. We are now in the holy month of Ramadan, which requires a lot of expenses, and there has been a significant rise in prices.
I also need to pursue my dream after losing everything. I need your support greatly—I need more than $1,500 to pay my university fees so I can receive my certificate and apply for scholarships.
You can find the images below the post.
Therefore, I am in great need of your help. I support my family, and at the same time, I am trying to achieve myself and continue my education.
“I love the way it feels when I’m dying for your love like a parasite”
Parasite - MICO
I drew this for my Free Day because my friends kept on drawing things with song lyrics in the bg and I really wanted to do it lol so I decided to do it with Parasite by MICO cuz I’ve lowkey been obsessed with it since it came out