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swerving to avoid a dust speck in the middle of the highway and the guy behind me honks but when he runs into it his car is completely blasted apart

In elementary school, my best friend and I had this game we would play where we were school supplies living inside a child's desk and going on slice-of-life adventures inside it. And I remember that a key component of our school supply society was a sort of religious schism that existed around the purpose and nature of the giant hand that occasionally reached in to grab different citizens, use them, and then return them, because most school supplies considered this an auspicious and enviable moment of being selected for a greater purpose and allowed a glimpse of a vast truth, but pencils considered it a horrible portent of doom because they always got sharpened during it and came back smaller and closer to death. We were third graders btw.

can everyone do me a favor and tell me your favorite thing to put on toast in the tags

I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.

I am writing this post with great sadness and sorrow after discovering today that my father has suffered a severe heart attack. In addition, my father has cancer and must be evacuated from Gaza as soon as possible. With the lack of resources, medical equipment, and supplies, his chances of survival are very slim.

All I'm trying to do is collect as many donations as possible to survive in the hell of Gaza and escape at the first opportunity. Please give us your support and donate now. Your donation can give us hope for my father's treatment and for us to stay alive until we can get out of here. Please donate.

Nader's father urgently needs medical treatment, but resources in the Gaza Strip are extremely limited and treatment costs are very high. Please donate now to help them. This is an urgent humanitarian case. Please don't hesitate to donate whatever you can. Your donation could save the life of a father and his entire family.

Putting everything else aside, this is a humanitarian crisis. My father is dying, and I don't want to lose him or witness his death. Please share this post widely and donate to us. Please don't leave me alone in my time of need. I have great hope in you and I'm counting on you. Please don't let me down and donate now.

Nader is suffering deeply. Anything you can do helps immensely. If you're feeling hopeless, helping a Palestinian family out would do a lot of good for the world right now

Please don't stop sharing. Please amplify my voice to the whole world. Please don't let me down or leave me alone. Please donate now. Please.

I watch my father wither away before my eyes while support remains elusive. Every moment of neglect weakens him. Donate to my father today; your kindness could ease his pain and give him another chance at life.

Please don't stop, please don't stop. Your donations help a lot. The medicine is expensive and my father's situation is very difficult. Please donate now, please.

Please, my friend, don't stop sharing. Please donate now. Your donations are what give us hope to stay alive and help my father. Please donate now.

Time is running out, donations are almost nonexistent, and the silence is unbearable. My father is an elderly man and cannot afford further delays. Donate now; your donation is his only chance at life.

please help my friend nader!

The inability of a certain subset of blockheaded fans to notice Kris's gender is so. This is a game which places a nonbinary protagonist in a narrative that has them struggling explicitly with how much control they are allowed to have over their own life, whose best friends are a girl who is gleefully unfeminine and a boy who has no idea who he's supposed to be but sure seems to like being pretty, after the first few seconds of the game consisted of us trying to create our own form and then being told point blank "no one can choose who they in this world," where the above three children are all being railroaded into and struggling to escape their roles in a religiously per-ordained questline that we know ends very badly for them. If you think gender is not being employed here in a way that is specific, intentional, and thematically relevant then you are not serious

Only in Deltarune can your favorite character directly acknowledge you 🫵 specifically, the player of this specific run of the game by stuffing you in a cardboard box, beating you with a hockey stick, hurling you into the garbage and violently kicking the shit out of you. First ever blorbo to despise me personally. Incredible experience, no notes. I hope they put me in the garbage disposal next chapter, or perhaps the air fryer.