he/him. workin boy on the job hopin to get some wheat to fill my wallet. angela giarratana #1 fan. big on theatre. was one of those guys who saved tumblr screenshots reposted on pinterest bc they were FUNNY and i needed to LAUGH. also please be nice guys please dont be dicks.
FASCINATED by grace-ruth-richie implied friendship in workin' boys. they hang out outside of school? grace is good enough friends with richie and ruth to actually come to the premiere of ruth's first show WITH richie, half to protest, but ALSO to support ruth? when did that happen? how did that happen?
oh, absolutely. satan too. i also think that richie would actually read the bible and all of its popular interpretations so that his powerscale would be as accurate as possible and also so he could piss grace off even more by citing the sources to his jesus and satan anime powerscale every time she questions him.
I see your “Paul is Pokotho’s favorite” theory and raise you “Paul is Pokotho’s nemesis”
So here’s the thing about Pokey: he hates any voice that isn’t his own. He sees Hatchetfield and all their drama and he feels superior because he KNOWS there’s not a single person in this world whose part he can’t play better than them.
He knows their little wants and deepest desires. He understands their character motivations more deeply than those miserable ants ever could.
Except here’s the thing. Thousands of timelines, countless different scenarios he and his brothers have dreamed up, and in all of that there’s still one question that remains unanswered:
Who the fuck is Paul?
No seriously who the hell is this guy. Like, he’s in every story but what’s his deal. What does Paul want? He wants a date with a barista. And seemingly, that’s it.
Great. Fucking riveting.
The man is nothing, he’s set dressing, he’s a total non sequitur. Plot threads walk up to him and he goes “no thanks I have better things to do” and prattles off
He doesn’t have better things to do. He never has better things to do. He’s going to go home and browse Wikipedia for an hour and then go to bed. Pokey goddamn checked.
Even in the universe where he gets replaced with a goddamn time traveling clone, that clone’s ambition start and end with marrying that same fucking barista because he is seemingly programmed in his DNA to be BORING
He doesn’t even like musicals, the uncultured cuck.
But now Paul’s gone and made Pokey waste valuable brainpower pondering the inner life of stupid nothing mortal like he’s fucking Tinky. And Pokey’s not gonna stand for that kind of slight.
Paul’s just like every other worthless person in his universe and Pokey’s going to prove it. He’ll wrench a story from Paul’s bloody corpse if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
the working boys finish work and play football and then they all go home together and eat dinner at one long table a lá the last supper and go to bed in one long bed wearing matching nightgowns (a lá scrooge) but in different colors. and then they wake up and go to work together at the same office. i dont know is this anything? is this an au? i dont know guys
My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.
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Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.
Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.
Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.
Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.
Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.
Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.
My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.
After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.
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My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.
Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.
A Cry for Help from Gaza
My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm marrie… Aya Alanqar needs your support for Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for
I am Aya from northern Gaza, a mother of three children. My house has been bombed since the beginning of the war, and I have been displaced to more than 18 places in light of fear, hunger, and cold. I hope you will help me by publishing the link to my campaign. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
We are dying. We are living the hardest days of our lives. The war is back. Fear, hunger, oppression and displacement. My children are trembling with fear and hunger. Imagine for a moment that they are your children.
"Please, your help and donation, even if it's just $50, will make a big difference in my children's lives, especially my son Nour El-Din, who is 9 months old. He was born prematurely during the war, and he has breathing problem . His needs are costly, including diapers, milk, wet wipes, and clothes, especially since the cold has started. We live in a tent, our tent destroied from rain so my childreen exposed to fear from the war,cold .rain added there is insects, and dogs. Help me save my children."
Please help us by sharing . Reblog the last post me on your page so that we can collect donations and get out of the war and buy the essential needs you are our hope. I will be very grateful to you . Donate 50$ enough the change my life❤🙏🏼
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I apologize for asking you to donate, it's not easy for me, but the war has destroyed everything and I have no hope left except for you. Everything expensive and I can't provide it. My child needs milk for $30, diapers $50, wipes for $5, dry wipes for $5, vitamins for $10. A donation of any size will make a difference in my little boy's life.
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. My little baby was born prematurely and has breathing problems. He was on a ventilator for two months and had recovered, but unfortunately, with the unclean air, the use of fire for cooking, and his exposure to dust and pollution as a result of the war, he returned. He is now suffering from breathing problems and severe infections and needs health care and healthy food. I hope you will help me save my little son. His body cannot handle it and his immunity is weak. He was born very small. You are my only hope. Donate and share to reach those who can help my child. Only $50 will contribute to saving my child and providing him with the basics of essentcial dippers, milk, vitamins, and medicine.please donate and share🙏🥺🙏🥺
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Imagine for one second baby like my son how can stand all this starvation and bombing .he age just 10 month .please i dont lose my son please he need milk 50$ .dippers 100$.vitamins 40$ . Please yur humanity is last hope for my son .please donate and safe alife 🙏🍉🥺
My baby needs your help. Please help my baby. He needs milk and diapers. The milk is very expensive, $50. The diapers are $100. Please, I am addressing the humanity in your hearts. I do not want to lose my baby. Donate and save my baby from this starvation🥺🙏🥺🙏
My baby needs your help. Please help my baby. He needs milk and diapers. The milk is very expensive, $50. The diapers are $100. Please, I am addressing the humanity in your hearts. I do not want to lose my baby. Donate and save my baby from this starvation🥺🙏🥺🙏
My baby needs your help. Please help my baby. He needs milk and diapers. The milk is very expensive, $50. The diapers are $100. Please, I am addressing the humanity in your hearts. I do not want to lose my baby. Donate and save my baby from this starvation🥺🙏🥺🙏
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When we see a Palestinian close to his goal, let's help him together to get there as soon as possible. We see their dignity being lost on Tumblr, and we see the opposite. We must help them and send them our best wishes.
Enough of the betrayal. Enough of the neglect. Let's return to being like before When the Rafah crossing is opened, these people will be evacuated, including my friend Ibrahim.
Isn't it enough that we die every day under occupation? Our dignity is being crushed there, so we come here, seeking your words and support...But we find abandonment. Even here, our dignity is being lost. Please... don't abandon us. Donate. Retweet our voice.
When you see a Palestinian struggling despite everything...despite the war, despite the isolation, despite the pain...and moving closer to their goal, step by step, don't stand by and watch.
Don't let their voice be drowned out by the noise. Help them, even with a repost, a prayer, a word, a donation... everything makes a difference These are not just numbers or fleeting posts. These are human beings with dreams, loved ones, and ambitions that have been lost under the bombardment.
Guys share this post my dear guys we are very close to our goal 46300 euros we only need 3700 do you believe this please donate my dear friend don't ignore and just I don't want to say anything else show me what you will do very compact
Guys only 600 euros to reach 47000 Come on guys let's close our goal as soon as possible please we don't have drinking water we drink salt water here please donate they have deprived us of the most basic rights please donate
I love watching people react to the scene in NPMD where Mark Chasity gets a call about the Waylon place. Because when he keeps saying “you don’t say” they’re always like “did they find the body or are they talking about something normal?” And no actually it’s the secret third option
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Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Mu
Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah Jaafar, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Multimedia. I used to have a beautiful family; I’m married and have four children, and my wife is pregnant.
I previously worked at a multimedia company, but because of the war, I lost my job, my home, my car, and now I have no place to live or work.
During the war, we were forced to evacuate more than four times. Each time, we had to leave everything behind without taking any of our personal belongings.
I live in northern Gaza.
We were displaced to southern Gaza, then to Deir al-Balah, then to Rafah, and now we live in an uninhabitable tent that is not suitable for living.
My daughter Rahaf was martyred in the war due to Israeli airstrikes. Now I have Iman, Malak, Basel, and my wife is in her seventh month of pregnancy.
Please, I am in desperate need of your help just to provide food and water for my children.
