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Danny is in some kinda competition that Damian is also in, and they’ve been sniping at each other back and forth throughout the whole thing.

Until one day Danny goes, “You want me so bad it makes you look stupid!”

And Damian stops. Considers. Interrogates himself and his motivations like a good detective. Has a facial journey as he goes through the five stages of grief.

Danny was expecting a snide comeback and now he is legitimately worried he’s somehow triggered the snooty rich kid. Trying to decide if he wants to apologize or awkwardly make his way out of the room to give him time to recover.

Damian sorta hates himself because… yeah, yeah he does. He is attracted to the bratty little fucker and has been… pulling pigtails? Antagonizing to remain in his thoughts and field of vision, to watch his face get red and his breath quicken, to make him lean aggressively into his space and growl at him???

Damian is horrified. How did he misjudge himself so badly? Is this how mother felt when she discovered that Father was a complete mess and only fell more in love?

“Uh, dude? Are you… okay?” Danny reaches hesitantly towards him but doesn’t quite touch.

“No,” Damian says, schooling his face into a bland mask. “In fact, I may need you to support me.”

Panic flits across his companion’s face. He rushes to his aid, ducking against his side. His arm wraps around Damian’s back and a hand settles on his waist. Too gullible.

Mel going to Viktor's commune after her magic is revealed to her. They bond through being bestowed powers they never asked for, powers they received because people who love them wanted to protect them, save them, because they thought they could, because they never stopped to think if they should... These people's greed and ambition dragged them into something they had no say in, no agency in... And now they feel like strangers in their own bodies, in their own existence, grasping with a completely new reality, the foundations of their worlds shaken to the core.

And missing Jayce still, wondering where he is, if he's okay, without any news, not hearing anything from other people, like he just disappeared...

''Do you... love him ?" Viktor asks, and Mel hears the vulnerability in his voice despite his calm demeanor.

They sit on the edge of the small fountain inside the verdoyant dome of plants and giant flowers, the calm splashing of water soothing their uncertainty.

She doesn't hesitate when she responds.

''I do.''

Viktor nods slowly, eyes on the cog he traces the edges of with his thumb, and Mel feels a pang of sadness from him but also, an understanding, a similar sentiment to the one she bears for Jayce.

''You know...'' she begins with a slight hesitation, watching Viktor's fingers running back and forth on a dent in the metallic object. ''He loved you, too.''

Watercolor irises meet hers, expecting more, waiting for more. Hoping for more.

''And I thought... I thought it was brotherly love, he called you that.'' she smiles tenderly, a soft laugh escaping her mouth. ''But in retrospect, I doubt it was just that.''

She feels Viktor's hope, and an ache too, one that doesn't bear asking the question.

But it's too late, isn't it ?

The air is still in the commune, yet the plants seem to shiver with an imaginary breeze.

Jayce's presence has always been unmistakable to them, a constant in their lives for many years now, and they're just as painfully aware of his absence.

''He'll come back to us.''

I accept death in Gaza, I lost the one who made me cling to this life, but I cannot bear to lose my father, brothers and sisters. I just want to tell you that it has been six and a half months since I opened the donation campaign for my family, and during this period we have lost many new family members, from my father being arrested by the Zionists and tortured, to my brother Mohammed being shot by a sniper, to our displacement to the south. I have been appealing to you for more than six months, asking you all to get me and my family out of the war zone. I cannot imagine Lulu’s future here after she lost her father in the bombing of our house and became an orphan suffering from fractures and malnutrition. I ask you all to unite together to help me achieve the goal. I am too shy to ask, but I trust you. Please do not leave me alone. Every dollar will be used to save my family.

Please donate or reblog this post.

I’m reaching out in desperation. Life in Gaza is getting harder by the day. We’re struggling just to survive, and the donations we rely on have nearly stopped, with the last one coming in 24 hours ago.

If you can help, even with a small contribution, it could be a lifeline for my family. Here’s our GoFundMe link: https://www.gofundme.com/f/ej4d3-help-my-family-to-get-out-of-gaza.

Every bit helps. If you can’t donate, please share the link.

Thank you for anything you can do

Malk

❗️Please Share And Donate, This Campaign Is Barely Halfway❗️

Please give a minute of your time reading my story and give me support

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I'm Eman. I’m 17 years old, and until the start of this war I lived a happy life in Gaza with my mother.

We’re currently residing in Khan Younis and living in a tent as a result of the brutalities committed by Israel since October 7th.

My father was martyred in the 2014 aggression.

My mother has been suffering from increase blood pressure and heart problems for more than four years and needs lifelong treatment now that her condition has worsened since the beginning of the aggression

We struggle daily to survive in an environment full of threats and risks.

The occupation destroyed my dreams and my future.

My school has also been destroyed, and I'm now a year behind other students my age.

I’m trying to collect the necessary funds to evacuate me and my mother, 49 years old, and start a new life after reaching Egypt.

I hope everyone can help me and help my mother donate and reblog please 🙏

Thanks a lot 🍉🤍

Eman Khader

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A small comic about Palestine I created to appeal to more passive family and friends

Anyways if you have the money I urge you to donate to Ibraheem Hadi, a Palestinian who contacted me and whom I promised to highlight in relation to this comic:

Hello Dear

My name is Tahseen Alkhazendar from Gaza City - Tal-Alhawa Area . As you are reading my message, my wife, 3 little children, and I are sitting in the north of Gaza City, starving with no food, water, or money. Every morning, my wife and I feel heart broken and disabled, when our children wake up asking us for food which we don't have and unable to provide to them at this time in Gaza.

Before October 7th, I was a successful business man who owned a driving school and graduated from the business management school. I worked hard to secure a decent and happy life to my family, and did my best to raise my children with dignity, pride, and respect. However, once the aggression started on Gaza, we were forced to evacuate our house and left everything behind. I struggle every single day to secure 1 single meal for my children. Specially my older son, Ibrahim, who suffers from the Celiac disease and needs a special food which I am unable to find in Gaza at this current time.

Unfortunately everything I owned is completely lost after my house and business got bombed and destroyed. We are currently suffering slow death in Gaza, sharing a small apartment with other families and living a devastating life.

It would mean so much if you could take a look at my GoFundMe and donate for my family🙏. By sharing and donating, you are helping me, my wife, and 3 children to survive the ravages of famine and genocide. You will give us hope to rebuild our home, and reclaim some of the life which was stolen from us.

Please donate and share/replog with others 🙏 🥺🙏.

Please be certain that any contribution, no matter how small, will make a difference in our lives 🥺. Thanks in advance for your kindness and support and may God bless you and your family 🙏.🙏.

Sincerely, Tahseen

Despite the suffering and hardships of this fierce war , your support and assistance ease us and grant us power and patience. Your contribution keeps a whole family safe, that is why i am asking you to donate whatever you can of at least share my link so that other donors can know about my tragedy and pain.

I cant donate anyone who can should

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