A Battle Of Fandoms

im a magma board cryptid (hopped onto Cheeky's canvas last night to give jrwi propaganda, and left).

AHHHH IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD WAIT UNTIL THE END

Due to the heavy rains in Gaza, many camps are experiencing flooding! To counter this, people have begun digging canals between the camps to try and keep the water away from the tents.

Unfortunately, there isn't much else we can do about this other than digging waterways. Wood is in limited supply and used mostly for cooking and boiling water so they can't build platforms for the tents.

Please donate today. Hussam has said he is trying to put together menstrual hygiene care packages to aid the women and girls who are experiencing such limited supplies!

All your donations go directly to people in need with NO middle man in between! Please consider donating or spreading this link around!

There was no explosion on the mountaintop. The earth did not crack. The seas did not boil. The doom the dragon brought came slower, quieter. The world had not collapsed at its talons, shaken by its might, deafened by its roaring. The calamity of the dragon came, instead, like blood tracked upon the floor of a silent house. The wound didn't kill, but the smell of it sent foul things sniffing after, until you realized you were alone in a place of safety, surrounded by teeth.

When the dragon woke, they only new it because the sun set one day, and, though it rose the next, the skies were too black to see it. There was only the glow on the horizon as its fire pooled, and seeped, and rolled its steady march across the landscape.