From the fundraising webpage:
This fundraiser is to help our dear friend Mohammed Abu Matar to rebuild Tashkeel3D; a key manufacturer of 3D-printed medical equipment in Gaza that was destroyed by Israeli Occupation Forces during this week’s attack on Gaza. Tashkeel3D is where Gaza’s first 3D printer was built, where medical devices have been manufactured for years and led the opensource culture was in Gaza. Tashkeel3D is the original Gaza affiliate of the Canada-based Glia Project, an organization founded by ER doctor Tarek Loubani which works with regional partners to develop and produce low-cost and open-source 3D-printed medical equipment. Among other tools, Tashkeel3D has developed 3D-printed tourniquets: compression devices used to limit bleeding. They were threatened with bombing previously by the Israeli Occupation Forces. While no specific reason was given, they were producing tourniquets to support Gaza’s medical system at the time, which was likely what brought them to attention.
The destruction severely hampers efforts to produce 3D printed tourniquets. Tashkeel3D’s offices effectively represent half of Gaza’s 3D printing capacity. All proceeds will go to Mohammed to help him rebuild Tashkeel3D. We ask that you please donate any amount that you possibly can and that you share this link with your network.
(campaign verified with Mohammed Abu Matar)
Author: @mf-despair-queen
Characters: Thomas/Reader
Word Count: 20,245
Summary: Thomas scrambles to find a way to cure his girlfriend after she is infected with a deadly virus that is destined to drive her crazy, if not end her life.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving), Dirty Talk, Cowgirl, Secret Sex, Car Sex (kind of), Rough Wall Sex, Romantic Hugging Sex, Doggy, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Death, Blood, Fighting
Notes: I’m not sorry. Bye.
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ROBERT PATTINSON, BILL SKARSGÅRD and TOM HOLLAND in THE DEVIL ALL THE TIME (dir. Antonio Campos, 2020)
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
Ravenclaw: I need someone to borrow their homework for me to copy
Gryffindor: You? Homework? I'm confused why haven't you done yours?
Ravenclaw: I got busy last night with a research on the European monarchs and tracked their families down until 1576 or so and forgot the homework
Hufflepuff: Why on Earth would you -
Slytherin: Don't you dare to get them started. *hands over the homework*
One real benefit of reading I rarely hear anybody mention is how much more interesting life becomes when you read a lot. It depends what you’re reading, of course, but most (good) books will teach you something you didn’t already know, and even if you have to give the book back to the library, you get to take that much with you. A lot of people talk about things they wish they’d studied in school–I’ve done it, too–but it’s a nice consolation prize that you can always pick up a book and learn something new. And as that library in your brain collects more volumes, everything around you gains new resonances, new context, and new connections which make your lived experience richer. In quarantine alone I’ve read about religion and politics and history and evolution and computer science and astrophysics without even leaving my house and it’s already a more interesting world.
Thank you Jenny Han for debuting my version of This Love in the trailer for The Summer I Turned Pretty!! I’ve always been so proud of this song and I’m very 🥺🥺🥺 about this turn of events - This Love (Taylor’s Version) comes out tonight at m i d n i g h t! Pre-order now http://taylor.lnk.to/thislovetv
I’m rereading The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and I forgot how much fun it was! love Reepicheep and his constant longing for Aslan’s Country, to the point where he’s willing to die for it; his tendency to always want to do the honorable and knightly thing. (I find all the “bother Reepicheep” comments pretty hilarious, it’s like whenever he opens his mouth they’re forced to agree with him because he makes everyone else sound cowardly and dishonorable in comparison) And then there’s Caspian, always caught up between being king and being a boy, Lucy and Edmund enjoying everything in general and feeling so at home, Eustace annoying and being annoyed by everyone before Dragon Island—I specifically love his diary entries—and those little moments that you don’t get as much of in the other books because usually there’s some kind of important quest or war going on... like hearing them talk about what it will be like to fall over the world’s edge: Reep is thrilled by the idea, Eustace is understandably confused (“are these people flat earthers?” lol) and Caspian just wants to go to a “round like a ball” world which is apparently only a thing in fairytales.
Harry Potter’s romantic/sexual history
Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader, Reader x [redacted], Reader x [redacted] ;)
Warnings: Swearing
Word count: 3350
A/N: Finally, it’s here. After much planning and many, many drafts, it’s here. I want to state for the record that this is going to be full blown fic, I’ve already got a heap of chapters planned and three have already been written. Also, things are not what they seem. There will be twists and turns and love interests pouring out from the earth because I’m That Bitch. I’m also a sucker for drama. Anyway, enjoy chapter one!!
Chapter One
Like most complicated things in life, this story starts with a boy, a secret and a smile.
Even in retrospect, they seem like they’ve been scribbled on a scrap piece of paper and blindly plucked from a nice, big bowl of what-else-can-the-universe-thrust-at-me for the sake of twisted arbitrary, but not everything is as it seems, and everything seems ridiculous and inconvenient. But, at the same time, maybe you should have seen this coming. Maybe you should have predicted the shit storm that was going to spin your life into vertigo, like the earth has been tipped off its axis, latitude and longitude slipping and colliding while the corners of the map fade to ash.
It happens, as you would later realize with an impending sense of doom, like this:
In the summer of 1994, you and your friends stumble through the forest, looking for an old boot.
The forest breathes a cool sigh of air against your cheeks as you wander past the trees, eyes glued to the ground for the boot. Every time your mind drifts to the Quidditch World Cup, the excitement begins to bubble up inside your stomach and you can’t fight back the smile that spreads across your face whenever you reflect on the past few days. Staying at the Burrow was always like an improved version of home, but this time, it’s different somehow.
Perhaps it’s the freedom of staying somewhere that isn’t your home. Not that your place isn’t comfortable; you don’t think anyone could deem a Victorian mansion with sprawling, manicured lawns ‘uncomfortable’. But it’s starting to feel more like a sad skeleton with marble walls for skin instead of a home, especially with your father always working and your brother, Luke, staying with his Slytherin friends for the summer.
There’s something about the company, too, that makes this moment so special. Being reunited with the Weasley family and being welcomed into their home is always like visiting relatives. And there’s always something to catch up on with Hermione. Then there’s Harry…
You glance at Harry, who is sifting through the leaves beside you. He’s talking about…something…one hand jammed into the pocket of his jeans, the other swinging by his side, and it’s somewhat refreshing to see Harry so relaxed, so undeniably Harry. Warmth thrums through your veins like honey and you can’t help but smile as you regard him fondly in the late morning sun.
It’s been a while since you’ve shared a moment alone with your best friend. Usually, you’re joined by Ron and Hermione, but they’re currently preoccupied with a debate over…whatever they debate over. You can actually hear them bickering; Hermione’s voice tight and shrill and Ron’s sarcastic remarks muffled by the distance between you and them.
With the sound of their bickering in the background, and the warmth of Harry’s presence forming a bubble around you, the urge to chisel ‘I love my friends’ onto every single rib in your ribcage floods you like a wave of sunlight. It’s essentially how you feel when you’re not saving Hogwarts from corrupt teachers and giant basilisk or helping innocent fugitives escape the kiss of a Dementor. And moments like these remind you just how fortunate you are to have found your friends.
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Let’s talk about “Toy Story 4” and “Avengers: Endgame”
SO In both films at the end of the story of one of the main characters of all the movies he returns to his first love from past, leaves his best friend and gives the title to his other friend
AND EVEN THE ENDING SCENE LOOKS THE SAME ARE YOU SERIOUS????????????
I’M CRYING THESE SIMILARITIES ARE KILLING ME
Tumblr is my guilty pleasure if you know me on real life you don't. I am not her.
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