Pressing Flowers / Pressing You

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me My Son May Die at Any Moment..

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

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I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

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im chronically ill and currently really fucked up. he can have ALL my illness

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

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I hope you are well🌹

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Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 5$?

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sharing this gif i made with the class

Just a silly unoriginal thing I made with Cup Cut

The original audio

Savin this 4 l8r hehehehhehe

BROKEN HEART SYNDROME

Shuichi realizes, distantly, that it must be quite the slovenly sight.

He's covered in blood and hyacinths. He's wearing Kaito's jacket. The bolt wound reopened and continued bleeding again a long time ago; he can't feel his left arm, thanks to the tourniquet. Shuichi Saihara was the very last thing they expected to rise out of the red exisal, and yet here he is, in the flesh, cradling the corpse of Kokichi Ouma.

Shuichi is alive.

or, branching off of chapter twelve of pressing flowers / pressing you, kokichi succumbs to his hanahaki. it changes everything. aka, the "bad end" au.

read it here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64350160/chapters/165195553

im feeling evil. but not like dictator evil, more like harmless pranks and jokes that mildly inconvenience you type of evil.

reblogging so I can come back to this later omg omg this is peak

Incurable Disease - Chapter 1 : A Deal is a Deal

Fandom: Danganronpa Relationship(s): Shuichi Saihara/Kokichi Oma Rating: M Warnings: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Violence Chapter Length: 4,892 words - - - Excerpt: - - - Kokichi Oma and Shuichi Saihara were bullied in severely different ways. Kokichi’s size often made him a magnet for meathead jocks and insecure assholes alike; the number one target for paper airplane pilots and spitball archers everywhere. On the other hand, people seemed to avoid Saihara  almost entirely. 

They acted like he was plague personified, his very flesh a poison. He’d seen girls scream and cry that he had accidentally brushed their shoulder in the hallway, then pass on his touch like some infectious strain of cooties. People held their breath and waved the air in front of their face when he walked by, complaining of a foul odour like piss, sweat and unwashed clothes. 

(Now that he was close to him, he didn’t smell bad at all. He smelled like blue raspberry and energy drinks.)

Kokichi was pushed into lockers and garbage cans. But everyone moved out of the way when Shuichi Saihara reached into his backpack. 

They were not the same. - - - Link

I love saying odd shit. I love being so unpredictable and difficult to understand.

concept:

listen to kpop while killing nazis