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HELP ME GET INSULIN (HUMALOG) INJECTION, PLEASE DONATE AND SHARE!!

I am Elizabeth, I had been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at a tender age, a condition that demanded a delicate balance of insulin, a commodity scarce in Gaza war-ravaged homeland.

As conflict raged around me, have struggled to find the insulin I desperately needed to survive. With medical supplies scarce and hospitals overwhelmed, obtaining medication became a daily battle fraught with danger.

One day, as the bombs fell closer to my house, my insulin supply ran out completely. With no pharmacies open and no aid reaching my area, I faced a life-threatening dilemma. Without insulin, my blood sugar levels soared, threatening to send me into a coma. I I'm here begging for your support to help me get insulin

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I absolutely love this

Just learned about garden path sentences.

They’re basically a literary prank– the sentence starts out in such a way that you think you know where it’s going, but the way it ends completely changes the meaning while still being a complete and logical sentence. Usually it deals with double meanings, or with words that can be multiple parts of speech, like nouns and verbs or nouns and adjectives.

So we get gems like

The old man the boat. (The old people are manning the boat)

The complex houses married and single soldiers and their families. (The apartment complex is home to both married and single soldiers, plus their families)

The prime number few. (People who are excellent are few in number.)

The cotton clothing is usually made of grows in Mississipi. (The cotton that clothing is made of)

The man who hunts ducks out on weekends. (As in he ducks out of his responsibilities)

We painted the wall with cracks. (The cracked wall is the one that was pained.)

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Hello! This post is a little different.

I like to give credit where credit is due, and with the state of the world lately, sometimes hope in humankind is set in decline.

I also believe that giving thanks for the small acts of kindness and the hope we are given and partnership we are shown by the people around us is what helps keep the world going!

It is usually the 'silliest', smallest things that help show us that things are better than we think, and that there's still hope, and good people, even if that little light seems small.

Now, they may think this is silly, or not consider what they did as grand a gesture as I do, but @blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk and @yassisthings just did something really really nice and made some people (me included!) very happy, so I wanted to take the time to officially thank them, so they may see the thank you is genuine and not just a common courtesy thing in a conversation!

So from the bottom of my heart, @yassisthings , @blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk , thank you very much!!!

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@blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk has made this post:

And because it hurt my heart, head, soul and tearducts, I am going to counter with something that feeds the soul:

Undertaker, meeting someone again. And at first it's all fun and games and it's just a good friend that's nice to pass the time and have chats with.

Undertaker, starting to fall for the person without even realizing, craving the interactions more and more often

Undertaker, starting to become downright terrified when he realizes that he's fallen in love with this person, and even more terrified to realize that he CAN'T even attempt to push them away

Undertaker, with an internal conflict, trying to balance out that terror with the absolute warmth and joy he gets whenever they laugh at one of his jokes, or smile at him, or scold him to eat more than just cookies

Undertaker trying to convince himself that they won't feel the same to try and not get even more attached, becoming even more damn scared when he thinks they may do, and yet feeling this shot of excitement bubbling up within his stomach

Undertaker, for the first time in centuries starting to feel terribly anxious over something, in this case, how to confess, and double guessing himself so much that he seems out of it when they hang out together

Undertaker, summoning up the courage to confess properly, ready to play it off as a joke if they become uncomfortable and accept rejection because that way he can move on, no matter how painful, no matter if he KNOWS that he can't.

Undertaker, freezing in the spot when they don't outright reject him and instead step closer, suddenly forgetting any discourses he prepared beforehand.

Undertaker, with his heart almost exploding in pure joy when their lips fall upon his, allowing his eyes to close, finally living in the moment again and thinking that perhaps it isn't so bad to enjoy things in the now instead of worrying what might happen in the future.

Undertaker, who, for the first time in a long time, feels pure unfiltered joy when their arms wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss, and pure warmth overtakes him when his own wrap around their waist.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #@blackbutler readerinsertsandjunk #undertaker

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@blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO

This surely was a peak moment in your life, really. Whether a high or a low, that is yet to be decided. And you lean towards the low, as of now.

You prided yourself on aiding the Queen's Guardog, Your wit, smart-thinking and quick brain make for a perfect asset in some of his missions, and he's come to regard you as being dependable enough. So much so, that it is not uncommon for the young Earl to invite you for tea and a game of chess.

This time, however, it seems he was playing chess while you were within the board, playing the part of a mere pawn.

A favour, he had asked of you, and confident in yourself, you agreed. Foolish for someone who usually caught onto intentions so quick, really. Almost embarrassingly so. In retrospect, you really should have known. Could you blame him, though? By asking you to play the part as bait for his mission, he avoided being stuffed into a dress and quite the few lady-like lessons (that fell upon your shoulders instead).

And now, here you were. You, yourself, stuffed into a dress, that they made sure would compliment your eye colour, with your hair styled the way Madame Red herself ensured would bring the best attention, getting out of the carriage with Sebastian's aid, and into the party. You feel like you're walking right into a wolf's mouth, but you push forward nonetheless.

You walk around for a couple of minutes, but it hardly takes you long to find the Viscount. Lord Phantomhive warned you, he told you you might be taken away today, but that they would be close on your trail just in case, and perhaps that had you feeling a little too comfortable when you saw the blonde man approach.

You have to admit, you understand why women fawn over him so. He is attractive, symmetrical features, long soft hair, a sharp jawline, smooth-looking skin and deep, lavender eyes with long lashes.

You put on your best smile.

"Ah...I'm terribly sorry, sir" you start off, taking a small, minuscule step back. You play with your hands for a moment in feigned innocence, trying to act as flustered as you can bring yourself to "I didn't mean to bump into you..." Your eyes scan over him discreetly. If his own eyes and their incessant travelling over your body are anything to go by, so far you've got his attention.

And his attention you had. How absolutely delightful. A beautiful little bird, fluttering about the world, so naively, such easy prey for any predators out there that it almost made someone want to put them in a cage, still able to flutter around and be admired, but safe from the dangers of the world. Beauty was pain, for it left so soon, oftentimes because it was taken away by greedy leeches, sucking it away from the world. It almost made one sick to their stomach to think about... Still, there were little lights in the dark. Special kinds of beauty, rare ones, like gems within a rock beach.

You sure looked and acted the part.

"Please-" his voice is smooth, and almost pleasantly warm, like melting butter, easy on the ears. Melodic even, as it rings at such a private volume it makes you have to lean in a bit, bringing about an almost exclusive moment amongst all this people, like you are sharing some kind of secret "- don't apologize, little robin. I should have looked where I was going. I trust you weren't hurt?" His expression seems nearly grim at the thought, and you almost forget you're on a mission as it sets free a nest of butterflies in your stomach. You hold your breath for a moment, and just gently shake your head. He smiles, and this time you think you really might forget why you were here in the first place.

"I'm glad" he speaks up again "It would be such a shame to have any harm come to a beautiful hummingbird..." He looks around for just a couple of moments, like looking away from you bothers him, and his eyes land on you once more quicker than you anticipated "Oh my...are you all alone here? That just won't do...why don't you join me?" He holds his hand out, and you become aware of the mission once again. This is it. The plan has been set in motion. There's no doubt now that he's seizing you up as possible next victim. You take his hand you almost despise the way your body sends an involuntary shiver throughout you. His hand is bigger than yours, yet remains delicate. The hold is firm, but soft. "Allow me to get you a drink, and you can tell me about yourself, yes?" His voice interrupts your thoughts, it's sweeter this time, more alluring, like honey, with this undertone on it you can't put your finger to is it a hint of desperation, or do you just wish it would be?

You comply, accompany him to his seat, and chat for a while as he offers you a glass. The conversation is entertaining, and his smile never falters, however, you start to get uneasy after a while, and it's not because of his eyes trailing your figure or resting on your lips and hands a little too long every now and again. It's more about what he's not doing...you're still here. He didn't put anything in the drink, didn't try to take you to another room. You stay seated, you haven't been bait before, and you just figure patience is of the essence- "I'd be honoured if you allowed me to take you away for a moment, somewhere nice. Just you and me, dear songbird" Ah, there it was. You nod your head, and give your most naive smile, following after him.

You'll be fine, you think, the young Earl and his very capable butler are hot on your trail.

Then, the Viscount takes you out the front door, and to a carriage...Well, unexpected, but you aren't sure about his modus operandi, so you go along. It's a slow ride, but the destination stop arrives quicker than you expected. It's a sort of forest, in it, a clearing with a gazebo. A nice spot, for sure...but far away from the party and all its people...far away from everything, in fact. Regardless, he offers his hand to help you down, and you take it. He doesn't let go as he leads you towards the gazebo, and he doesn't let go when he sits down with you. He doesn't let go.

His free hand cups your cheek, and you focus on remaining as bait, for as long as you can, until you have any kind of lead, anything, no matter how hard your heart is hammering, and no matter if you can't tell whether it's adrenaline or something deeper, and perhaps more carnal.

"You're so very sweet my songbird...I had to bring you here, a place deserving of your presence, without all of that noise...My little songbird, you mentioned having no suitors...I hoped my ears were deceiving me, in a way. To think that no one has been able to appreciate such a masterpiece before...it pains me deeply. Even then, I find myself rejoicing at the thought..." The hand on your cheek slowly moves down, nuzzling down your neck for just a fleeting moment, leaving you aching for the touch again, in a way, and he takes both your hands this time "My little songbird...be my betrothed" You almost choke on your breath, suddenly the aim of the mission hits you like a train and your chest tightens uncomfortably. You splutter and stutter through your words, dumbfounded, thrown off your game scarily quickly "...I...I beg your pardon, My Lord, I am sure I misunderstood you, please come again...?" You ask slowly, voice a mixture between hopeful and shaken "My little songbird..." His grip on your hands tightens. It's not painful, but it's a tense reminder that you're still being held in place "You captured my heart the moment you came in...what is it you desire? Money? Travels? Wonders shown before your very eyes? I can give you all you could wish for, if only you'd be mine."

Damnit. You work too well.

"...My Lord, I...I don't know what to-" His voice cuts through quickly, like he is trying to crush any counter arguments with it alone " Please, my little songbird...if you don't........I really wouldn't want to have to take drastic measures..." You gulp slowly, but you choose to push through. This is a change of plans, but it may guarantee that kidnapping. That's what you came here to do in the first place, is it not? This is surely just some twisted trick to get you to fall victim to his business. It will be fine. Sebastian said he can track down the gas they believe he uses to knock out the victims at his home. It will be fine.

You shake your head "My Lord, you flatter me, but we just met..." His grip tightens further "Darling please just say yes..." It comes out in a whisper, so gentle that it throws you for a loop when paired up with his expression and his hold on your hands "Please say yes" he repeats again "I would hate to have to get...upset" His voice almost drops, for a moment, and you try to remind yourself that it's going to be fine, and that this is the outcome you've been looking for, being a victim to his business, so you shake your head once more "I'm really sorry, Lord Chamber, but I can't accept your offer just like that..." His eye almost twitches, but his smile seems unfaltering. It's eerie, almost. One of his hands leaves yours, and you untense. If only you had seen it reaching into his pocket slowly .

"Little songbird...one last time...please reconsider. You're making a mistake right now" His voice has definitely lowered this time, and you have to gulp a knot on your throat. You dread to even think for a moment that the knot may not only be there out of fear

You shake your head one final time, attempting to free your hand "I apologize, but I couldn't possibly marry you after knowing you for just a few hours-"

The movement is too quick for you to register. He pulls you close by the hand, into his chest, and a cloth is pressed against your mouth and nose. A strong, chemically sweet smell hits you, and your whole body grows heavy, your eyelids falling closed moments later.

By the time you wake up, you find yourself carefully tucked in, in satin and silk sheets, and with soft pillows. But the moment you look around, there's metal bars. Golden ones, and you are inside a cage...and this is not an auction. It's a manor room.

"Hello my beautiful songbird...I'm glad you're awake again! Welcome home...don't fret, I'll take good care of you...you'll be let around the manor soon, when I am sure you won't fly away" His smile is wide, and cheery, and so alluring that it's unnerving. His voice is honey-like and dripping with such delight that something within you flips in the best way and it almost angers you.

After the night falls, and the Earl and his very capable butler don't show up, you think back to their claim of being able to track down the gas used in the rooms and how they were paying close attention in case you were taken to one within the party... You start to lose hope that they will be able to come for you...

But when Aleister steps into the cage, arms encasing you against his chest in an almost desperate passion, and his lips slowly ghost over your skin until they finally meet yours with a fervor you have never experienced before... You are no longer sure you mind that anymore.

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Okay. Consider...

Death Note. L has been killed by Kira. The heads of the governments decide things are too out of hand to just allow anyone else to take the position and act on their own, so they start building a team: The Last Hope Team.

Light, who has proclaimed himself L's successor, is brought into the project by the police.

Roger, who has heard about it via contacts informs Near, who is immediately thrown into the mess, alongside Mello who manages to get the information, but is ultimately caught with Matt when they try to flee to keep their faces unknown.

Why would they need any of them,you ask?

Light and Near are obvious,and they could even work together if forced, even if just to be given the opportunity to investigate the other further. One plans to kill his rival. The other plans to put his rival in jail. Both following the ideal of Justice. But Matt and Mello? Why would they ever allow it? Simple. Mello has threatened to start WW3, and they know he has the means, the power, and even more, the intelligence to do so. They need him there, got to keep him in check. Maybe then he can finally show Near who is the best. Besides, who would pass up an opportunity to surpass L's killer and prove himself worthy?

Matt, a professional hacker, who already followed his good friend when they fled Wammy's, decides to watch over him. Why would Light work with them? They kidnapped his sister! And yes,yes they did. But this is the only way Light will have a clear view of their faces, and maybe, just maybe, if he can sneak Mikami or Misa inside, or provide photographs, he will finally have free reign of what he always wanted. He'll have no equal, and Kira will be invincible. He will be the God of the New World. Once and for all...

Then,there's one last member. It's strange he has been allowed to join, he looks like he could snap any moment. And yet, he is eerily calm. He seems to have been through a lot, if his way to carry himself and his appearance is anything to go by...And the moment he walks in, Light just about faints. He has baggy pants, a white shirt, pale skin, eyebags and black hair. He walks slightly slouched. He looks exactly like the ghost of the man he himself killed, and he can't shake off the feelings he is having hallucinations. He probably wouldn't have, had it not been for Near greeting him, only then making Light sure they were seeing him too. Then again, something made him different from The World's Most Famous Detective...His eyes seemed to hold the same fire in them that must have burnt the skin of the man to leave the scars that he now carried, his neck, slightly crooked, stayed that way when he walked, just changing positions since he cracked it, and he, strangely enough, seemed to gaze intently over their heads, as if reading digits.

But that couldn't possibly be,could it?

#Death Note #Mello #Mihael Keehl #Matt #Near #Nate River #B #BB #Rue Ryuzaki #Beyond Birthday #beyond birthday #Light Yagami #It came to me #It'd be cool to see them interact #More so when they wanna kill eachother #L #L Lawliet #Lawliet #Kira #Teru Mikami #Misa Amane #Sayu Yagami #Soichiro Yagami