#puma writes

[wisepuma23]

Knives and forks clink against the dinner plates, metal scraping and laughter, their base drips with water from above. Drip, drip, drip. Impulse watches. It seeps into the center of the table, a growing patch on the wooden grain. Right between the steaks and loaves of warm bread. Nobody pays it any mind. Drip, drip.

(…Nobody but him.)

Etho says something he doesn’t catch, a bark of laughter from Tango. Beads of water splash onto the surrounding food.

Impulse’s hold on his fork goes tight. 

He needs to fix that. 

“Impulse buddy, you with us?” Skizz shakes his arm, “You agree Scar’s acting weird right?”

“Yeah yeah,” Impulse answers on auto-pilot, “I heard rumors he’s been trying to get kills. Yellow Scar, man.”

Tango cackles and the conversation cycles on. Impulse steels his jaw, he can’t zone out again. Keep pretending, he reminds himself. It wouldn’t be good to stab his teammates at the dinner table. He’d have to clean the table out. Maybe pull out the entrails from the cracks in the grain of wood.

(Drip, drip.) 

No, focus. 

Focus.

(A faint, metallic scent permeates his senses– gone in a moment.) 

Impulse bites into a piece of steak. Buttery juice slides over his tongue and between his teeth. The taste of blood makes his grip on the fork creak. For what feels like the first time in millenia, his glamor itches at his skin. The careful control over his form twitches and squirms like a coiled snake poised to strike. 

Show them what you really are, hums in his mind. The dripping echoes like a wardrum. Show them your true face.

 Impulse licks at his lips, “You did a nice job, Tango. It’s delicious!” 

“Aww!” Tango coos, his flames crackling a soft orange-red, “Etho lent me some seasoning but he won’t tell me where he got the happy happy sauce.” 

Impulse takes another bite, canines digging into flesh and bone, and the rip is loud. Or is it loud for him? Again, infernal magic bubbles at the back of his throat. He swallows, appraising the flavor. It doesn’t drown out the sickly sulfur like he hoped. 

“Bdubs?” Impulse guesses with a tease.

“Oh come on,” Etho groans, “Ah I guess that was way too easy.”

“He married me too, remember?” Impulse laughs at Etho’s expression, “Can’t blame me for forgetting the best meals I’ve ever had! Bet he’s feeding his family around now.” 

Etho waves him off as they cackle at the blush rushing up past the mask. Impulse cuts another piece off the bone. Rip, snrk, clink. Idly, he wonders if human skin still made the same noise. 

The clink of metal against the plates, the dull pounding of water. The snap-crackle of Tango’s fire. Buttery-sweet blood coats his tongue.

He remembers the musky smell of Etho's burning hair and flesh, his screams turned into bloody gurgles as he flailed in lava in the first game. Just minutes before everything ended. 

Impulse tears off a chunk of meat.

(Snrrk, clink.)

People die in so many ways. It’s why he loves the variety poison provides— stomachs twisting and lungs seizing— and yet he wonders if anybody’s tried skinning someone, if the server would even allow it.

Impulse swallows a dark laugh, is vivisection on the table? His glamor shivers.

Metal catches the light, the smooth shimmer taking him back. To sharp arrowheads and snapping magma, to a castle reaching into the sky.

He remembers a golden clock.

(Rip, snrk, clink.) 

Impulse remembers the way Bdubs’ flesh bubbled and blistered from the Wither. The way his Red bloodlust sang at the way his corpse crumpled to the ground. Bdubs’ skin growing dark, mottled with blackened streaks and bruised from the Withering and regular battle. 

The worst of it healed over, scars stitched into flesh. But he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t revel in it, the stained canvas left on Bdubs’ face and arms. 

He kissed that face. Peppering them along wither-cracked ribs and arms, tracing every dark and poisoned line with a smile. I’m sorry, he had said. I’m sorry.

He meant it. (Yes, really.)

Impulse hadn’t meant to curse Bdubs with chronic pain and scars, especially since he had to feel the echoes of it through the soulmate bond. He loved Bdubs. Loved him since the beginning.

And he remembers the rip-schk! of the ax in his back. 

The way his blood pooled on the grass as everything went dark.

The phantom feeling of Pearl’s wolves tearing flesh from bone in long strips and bites. Riiiip-snrk-crunch.

Blood dripping from between their teeth.

(Drip, drip.)

Impulse stabs his fork a little harder into the next cut, picturing a handsome face with a cute and crooked grin. Damn him. He glares down at his plate. No, focus. Pretend, he tells himself, you’re good at that, aren’t you?

There’s a hand over his, warmer than it should be. He looks up.

Tango has cocked an eyebrow up with a cute little nose crinkle, “You in?”

Impulse blinks, the words registering in his head.

“Yeah, sure,” He grins, “A walk sounds great. I think I’m tired of Skizz’s stink overpowering the place. We really need to install some ventilation.”

“Hey!” 

And they laugh, bright and loud as Skizz pouts, checking his armpits. The glasses shake as Tango rattles the table with a smack, a cackle on his lips. Etho’s eyes twinkle with amusement.

Impulse’s focus drifts. Back to the present, away from the blood.

(Drip, drip.)

And yet.

(Rip, snrrk, clink.)

…The hunger prevails.  

#impdubs #ethubs #trafficshipping #impulsesv #limited life smp #demon impulse #my writing #puma writes #trafficblr #trafficshipblr #for anyone that's confused this is about Boogey Impulse #im truly so insane about his pov in limlife about it #he's soooooo fucked up and I love the idea that the boogey curse directly taps into his demonic urges #which he only shows in N&S and ZITS #impulse is sweet bc he wants to survive as people do kill all the “evil” demons they come across and that's in the past now haha #ANYWAY impulse struggling to keep his glamor on when he usually forgets its there and just hhhh #tangpulse

[kiaxet]

Sooooo y’all see the latest @somerandomdudelmao comic update? Because once again it is living in my head, which means once again my brain has generated fic. This one’s ~1200 words and slightly less tragic, depending on whether or not you take dramatic irony into account.

~~~~~~~

It starts fairly innocuously.

One of the surviving technicians monitors a computer as it finally, finally boots up successfully, whooping when the Genius Tech loading screen pops up. He grins and pats the power cable. "Thanks, Raph!"

It catches on.

A water purifier, disconnected to save a struggling power supply, gets plugged back in. It chugs back to life, and the kids responsible for its upkeep cheer and high five. One of them waves at the ceiling, where a power conduit runs overhead. "Thanks, Mister Raph!"

And it spreads like wildfire.

Every time something works the way it's supposed to - every time a much-needed device pops back to life, or the emergency doors close correctly, or a dying lightbulb flickers on one more time - they thank Raph. In gleeful shouts and careful whispers, they show gratitude for the person who gave up his life - and his second chance at life, at that - to keep them safe. It makes the emergency base, ramshackle and barely held together as it is, feel a little more like a home. A little more alive.

It doesn't take long for a few unspoken rules to develop.

They never say it in front of the metal shell. It's one thing to say it to the walls, the cables, the electricity; it's something else to say it to a figure with a face, seated against the wall like a sentinel that will awaken and protect them when danger arises.

(Nevermind that they've been in danger, constant and unending, for decades, and that this sentinel is already protecting them in smaller, everyday ways.)

They learn very quickly never to say it in front of Raph's surviving family, either. Master Leonardo gets angry when he hears it. It's an anger born of grief and loss, painful but not dangerous to allies, but given how terrifying Master Leonardo can be on the battlefield or a bad day, nobody really wants that anger directed at them. Master Michaelangelo just stops when he hears it, lips curling up in an expression too devoid of life to truly be called a smile. It's almost worse to witness than Master Leonardo's anger. No, they learn to watch themselves in front of the family, carefully taking their gratitude towards a dead man elsewhere.

Until the day someone forgets and says it in front of Casey Junior.

The kid looks up at Roger with wide, almost hopeful eyes. "Why did you- is he here? Can you feel him?"

Roger stares back at him with equally wide eyes. He'd just been grateful the computer had booted correctly for his monitor shift, and he hadn't been looking, and now he has to try to explain this to a kid who's never known a life outside the apocalypse. Oh boy. "No, uh- I mean- I don't have magic like your dads do, Casey, I couldn't-" He sighs. "It's just...a thing people do, when things work. Before the Krang, we had all sorts of machines that made life easier, and...we'd talk to 'em. Thank 'em when they worked, yell or beg when they didn't...I remember threatening a fax machine once, not that that made any difference. I think that just...kinda carried over here." Wait. "Not that your uncle was a machine or anything-"

"His body was a machine," Casey says simply, with a pragmatism that Roger hadn't been expecting. Apocalypse-raised kid. Right. "That wasn't what made him Uncle Raph. He was- it's-" Casey falters, expression starting to crumble. Pragmatism be damned, the kid is still grieving-

Rem, just coming off her shift, steps in smoothly. It's not the first time she's saved Roger's ass, both on and off the battlefield, and it won't be the last. "We know," she says gently, putting an arm around Casey's shoulders. "What Roger means is that we're grateful he's keeping us going, and that people like to bond with machines even when they're too simple to bond back. We all used to name our cars - can you believe it?"

"I named mine Red Rider," Roger says wistfully. He still misses that car.

"And I used to sneak out of the Hidden City with my cloaking brooch and go joyriding outside of human cities," Rem says, a grin splitting her feline muzzle. "I named every car I stole Phantom, like I thought I was cool."

Casey smiles - small and watery, but there nonetheless - and Roger breathes a sigh of relief. "What else did you name?"

"I mean, it was mostly cars, but some people named their computers."

"I had a friend who named her phone and just kept adding numbers when she had to replace it. It was Duchess O'Brien the eighth last I'd heard."

"I know some Yokai named their weapons, but I never really kept track of those. It was more of a Battle Nexus fandom thing."

Another Yokai leans in - a four eyed lizard whose name Roger could never remember no matter how hard he tried - and Roger shuts up. She's in charge of security now, and honestly she intimidates him. She looks around - at him, at Rem, at Casey - and then intones seriously, "I once named a kitchen appliance Toasty McToastFace."

There's a beat of silence. Casey has a lopsided grin growing on his face, like he doesn't get the joke but he knows it is one, and that's enough to lift his mood.

And then Rem doubles over, cracking up, and Bob smiles carefully. "Really loved that toaster, huh?"

"It was my closest friend," the lizard Yokai replies, deadpan as hell, before leaving the conversation.

Casey turns that confused grin on Roger. "Was she serious?"

"Kid, I have no idea. Some people are just really into this kinda thing."

Rem finally straightens up, wiping a tear from her eye with a paw. "Ohhhh boy. Oh, I needed that." She turns her smile back on Casey. "Point being, naming something makes it a little more real, and makes you a little more likely to take care of it. The system here...already has a name. We're just saying thank you, you know?"

The grin on Casey's face settles down into consideration. "Yeah, I think I do. I- Thanks. I'm gonna-" He waves at the door to finish his sentence.

"Go for it, kid." Roger waves him off as he departs, then sighs once he's gone. "God, that kid is just hemmhorraging family, isn't he."

"We all are, Roger, it's the fucking apocalypse." Rem flicks an ear.

"Yeah, but still. It's rough." There's a second or two of silence. "Also, if he says it in front of Master Leonardo, I'm denying all knowledge of this conversation."

"Spirits, same."

Roger learns a few days later - from Rem, of course - that Casey has named his chainsaw hockey stick Killer, because it's what his mom used to call him. Well damn, if kids like him are gonna be the future, then maybe they have some hope after all. He raps on a wall lightly, just below where the power conduit is mounted. "I know you didn't have a lot of time with the kid, but you did a good job." He can't help but smile. "Thanks, Raph."

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt raphael #if you squint #cass apocalyptic series #somerandomdudelmao #writing #fic #no gods no betas we die like RAPH APPARENTLY GOOD GODDAMN #I've been in IT for a decade #and there's something to be said for the human propensity to name machines #and other objects of personal value and use #and talk to them like they're capable of listening and responding #no way that died in the apocalypse #I have never named my phone #all of my computers have been named after musical terms #and my cars have been Chupathingy and Puma respectively #because some fandoms never fucking die #there's another story here I didn't write #about how some places seem to develop a personality and a presence all on their own #and how this makeshift base is literally powered by someone else's life #and in a world of magic and monsters #how does that affect things if it does at all? #is it a haunting or a mystic residue or simply something that has power in the minds and hearts of its occupants? #I love this shit #by the way #Duchess O'Brien is not a reference #Red Rider definitely is though it's not referencing what you think #Toasty McToastFace is the obvious one

[writergeekrhw]

Hi! Thanks for asking my questions a while back, but I was rewatching and had another one. I think you said some specific writer who wasn’t you mostly wrote the Sisko baseball stuff, so I was curious: what were the team loyalties for people writing that, if you remember? My mom thought it must be a National League team because in the scene where they’re on their first date, Sisko seems to approve of Kasidy’s brother’s league not having a designated hitter. (We’re an AL family — Tigers and Orioles — so she was pretty salty about that, haha.)

Team loyalties of DS9 writers (the ones I remember):

Michael Piller - Creator, main baseball guy - Dodgers - BOOOO!

Ira Behr - Showrunner S3-7 - Yankees - BOOOO!

Ron Moore - Giants - YAY!

Rene Echavarria - Braves I think? He didn't grow up with the Marlins - Shrug

Me - Giants - YAY!

Hans Beimler - Pumas UNAM (Didn't care about baseball, I decided to root for Club América just to be contrary)

Draw your own conclusions!

#ask me anything #tv writing #ds9 #ask me stuff #star trek #star trek ds9 #deep space nine #star trek deep space nine #deep space 9 #star trek deep space 9 #Go Giants! #SFGiants #sf giants #los angeles dodgers #brooklyn dodgers #new york yankees #atlanta braves #pumas unam

[yayswag]

imagining them as roommates + some writing under this cut!!

Stan and Kenny had managed to adopt a cat while in their shared dorm, mostly at Stan’s behest and under the guise of it being an emotional support animal. Stan didn’t realize the validity of this pledge until they actually had the cat, but he suspects Kenny had, because they made some kind of comment at the shelter about Stan needing one (an emotional support animal) now that Kyle was gone. Stan took offense to this, but prioritized reminding them that Kyle was not, in fact, gone and was only four hours away at another college and also was not an animal, he was their best friend.

Unrelatedly, Stan had wanted to name the cat Kyle. But upon this announcement, Kenny had just stared at him, saying nothing, for long enough that he was forced to choke out a ‘just kidding.’

So, Broflovski the cat had become a staple of Stan and Kenny’s college lifestyle. She had lived with them for over a month, Stan was still yet to mention the name to Kyle, unrelatedly.

Broflovski was not very much like Kyle. She was extremely friendly and had a habit of peeing on Stan’s shoes, neither of which were traits he associated with the real Kyle, not that she was named after him, because she wasn’t, and if she was, it was like an ironic joke.

Not that Stan’s college friends would have really gotten it, or the girls Kenny tended to bring over. Kenny insisted that all they did was practice together, but Stan had his doubts. Kenny was heavily absorbed in the apparently cutthroat and at times surprisingly profitable world of competitive Scrabble, and Stan had questions as to how Scrabble practice could involve so much muffled laughter. Still, it seemed to be- as Kyle put it- a “healthy outlet” and could, Stan guessed, sometimes be fun.

He expressed this to Kyle one night over the phone, they were playing the online Scrabble app that Kenny had been quietly pushing onto them both for months. It was called Wordbuddy. Stan was yet to win a match, but he didn’t mind all that much.

Kyle, on the other hand, was merciless both towards Stan and the app’s AI, which he played against frequently and seemingly with no shortage of emotional investment. He was yet to play Kenny. In group texts, Stan was often subject to both Kenny’s pestering Kyle to “scrabble me bro” as well as Kyle’s somewhat unsubtle dodges, the reason for which Stan was still uncertain.

The point was that Broflovski was a good cat, Stan thought, feeling cheerful as he laced up his Pumas which, these days, smelled like normal shoe smell and only a little like urine. The Pumas were maybe a little ugly anyways, he thought. Broflovski was cuter.

“Broflovski, you are so cute. You beat these shoes any day,” he voiced to her.

Kenny overheard from the next room, yelling slightly over the hiss of the running sink and sounding, as usual, slightly delighted, “your ugly shoes?”

“Um. Yeah,” Stan replied, a little embarrassed.

Despite the ensuing mental debate, contemplated at great measure over several glasses of whole milk from the dining hall, Stan ultimately decided not to get rid of his Pumas.

#OMG writing is nottttt my area of expertise but writing this was so fun!!! #tysm if you read it… you are like an amazing sparkle #for some reason i felt strongly about telling this story but didn’t feel like the image sufficed #south park #the pic gives a strong stan x kenny vibe huh…. but as always (LOL) i wrote it with style vision 😭 #SORRY to any puma lovers… incidentally i need to know more about you and why…. but also i’m sorry #if you even exist… :-(

[detroitbecomeonline]

I want to see Puma in Barbie's cowgirl outfit

#calling generous artists who like puma come here i will repay you in. writing ig lmao #junkfeed

[barbiegirldream]

You are angry at stans who want their interests on their tl instead of constantly being reminded about whats going on Completely ignoring the fact that retweeting posts is not the only way to help right now and even acting like you are morally superior just because you do that is something else

I saw an artist apologizing today because they haven't tweeted about Palestine much because theyve been too busy helping outside of twitter and those are the types of people you are angry at? You do NOT know what people are doing outside of twitter and just because you are loosing followers because of your actions does not make stans horrible people

Check yourself with your moral superiority complex omfg

You are usually so on point with your takes but you missed the mark here

The people who are saying "you can't make me tweet about palestine" "they're going to die anyways" "they've been dying for years why do we need to care now" are actually the ones I mean but if you want to focus on the people you know damn well I'm not talking about go for it. I haven't been engaging in Any discourse on main. Go ahead freak scroll through my twitter see where my moral superiority complex by retweeting videos of Palestine and protests is offensive. See where the closing of eyes to genocide makes you feel better because at least an artist went outside. I've been to my local protests too. I've been doing this in the midst of a mass shooting at my home town. I've been living as a Jew combating Zionism ideology irl since high school. We can protest. We can call our reps spending our money. We can use social media like Palestinians are Asking us to. Donations are getting nowhere. Spreading their words and their fight where the main stream media Won't is essential in pushing back against propoganda. Israel knows this today they were complaining that social media has turned public opinion against them. I am not saying only tweet about Palestine. I too have been retweeting fanart and stuff about the new spider-man. But I am not digging in my heels and making a showing of how evil I am cause look here. The rest of the internet can see it too. If you or anyone else come into my inbox again with this self cleansing confessional style bullshit I'm blocking you

#i'm trying to organize with friends in DC to go down next week... this week whenever nov 6th is #I am writing a letter to my college asking them to stop selling starbucks products. The mcdonalds here has never been emptier #we Can do our best #but i see the tweets about boycott fatigue #i see the shipping in the hashtags #i see how much could be done by stans #i see bts stans urging a boycott of puma even though their faves are collabing #celebs using their platforms shows how hollywood feels #why can't streamers use their wider reach to show how the people feel #just disappointing is all but really not a priority or something I care that much about #seems to be all the fandom wants to discuss which is a waste of time and energy

[peachybutch]

a collection of titles and summaries from my WIP document, presented without context

#pb.txt #the hog's name is puma #i am so sleepy rn i am putting these here to hold myself accountable for writing this shit bc now that ive posted it i gotta do it #also adding one later where maine helps wash make a tinder profile

[asemicaustralia]

Drew a mountain lion (also called a cougar/puma) in Procreate. Mountain lions symbolise courage, leadership, conviction and taking life into your own hands.

'Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren’t always comfortable, but they’re never weakness." Brene Brown

#asemic art #asemic calligraphy #asemic writing #light language #visual poetry #mountain lion #puma #digital art #brene brown quotes #courage #vulnerability

[pumacat83]

I want to be like a cool Hermitcraft blog but like… I’m out of ideas. I want to do “this day on Hermitcraft history” but I’m too lazy to watch Hermitcraft every day. I’m more than happy to take any scraps of Hermitcraft info anyone may have, headcanons, facts, etc. :D

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #puma’s thoughts #help pls this is my hyperfixation but also I don’t have the motivation to interact every day #I just binge watch all of Grian’s episodes again once in a while #might write something if you give me prompts

[jennablackmorebooks]

What if, when Midara does the ritual she has stolen Tara to complete, the ritual that will make her fairy powers stronger, she does get a new power, but at the expense of her old one.

Midara, in her old form in my really old stories from when I was a child, was a puma who could freeze people in magical ice with an ice cube shaped charm on a collar (let's not think about it too much, let's move on). And, in the start of Angel and the Clock Tower, I've instead given Midara immobilizing abilities, which she finds great use from.

And I think it would be really funny to me personally if the ritual she was building up towards makes her power unfamiliar to her, and also less precise and useful for the purposes she wanted. It's an overall broader power, but it doesn't have the vibe she's looking for.

And it is, instead, her power from my old story. :3c Which she doesn't know, of course; she only knows what she knows in the text. But she knows she doesn't like it a whole lot.

I also used to think very much about power changes in fiction, and how characters would get new powers at the cost of their old ones and the new ones sucked more overall. And I think I'd like to play with that idea a bit for Midara, and have her realise she's gone through all this trouble for something that she likes less than what she had before.

#Angel and the Clock Tower #Midara Proler-Panneter #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #I rarely ever discuss specifically *what* some of my old characters were before they were people #but yeah. sinister puma with ice powers collar. I was eleven ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #the editing for this book is going to be EXTENSIVE there are so many ideas and I fear it's going to be so very long #I don't want to make this a series though so idk if I might have to cut some things in post-production

[unravelingwires]

Pumas

I don’t know if this is universal, but I’ve always had information drift back into my head after a midterm. I get a few hours of clarity, and after, either everything fades, or memorized facts turn into knowledge, soft in the back of my head. Some of it is useful, but largely… I have a perfect image of what a mountain lion looks like when tearing apart a carcass. That’s fun.

#A puma is another word for mountain lion #you would not believe how difficult this prompt was #i put of library of babel for several days trying to think of something interesting to say about pumas #i was learning about them in class! There must have been something! #*sighs* #academia #my writing #creative writing #library of babel #college

[suicideandcheese]

Integrities Hissed

If they're gonna spit in your face, taste it. It's good. Lap it up like a rude, dirty kitty. My blood is already in your food. Laced it with The whiskers too. You can't remove my whine, This skanky fuzzy hungness. Oh, the lurks. If they're gonna play master, have you delete Your soul, only to keep it, sell it, milk it, well— I'm afraid the jungles, their fevers, their rivers permeate My work. Nine lives distill the dirty, dutiful shadows Of solo dastardized jaguars. Oh, for fuck by now I cook with an embittered richness: wretched aftertaste Of streetcat whiskey alley-sweat jalapeño scum-suckle Sickle-moons nauseating itchy-balled hairy nights, this Salty underclaw grit, piranhas in my shit. It's hood to be a shade darker, you shills. Ima Silent kill, hush-skilled kinda fellow. Panther Pantin', pissin' you off, and away, permanently. Flicker-fuckin' my tail like fires against your pissback. Sparks in my eyes, deliberate in intensity. Spots in my furs Counting the deaths I grow in immensity. Go on, miss me.

#poetry #poem #poets #writing #free verse #poets on tumblr #ex-employer #greasy cook #spilled ink #spilled blood #spilled whiskers #eternal jaguar #perpetual puma #nine lives #I quit you first #milk this #feline fuckery #words #my words #my writing #stay jungle #stay greasy

[pumama333]

to myself: Affection ::

i ponder, then imagine… visualise 🕸

all is now :: so i warm up some coconut oil and massage my scalp, my body from my head to my toes, i light up a candle and fill up a bath with some flowers and salt ::: i give myself unapologetic rest : i cook myself something delicious : i bask in the sun as Bastet, and the moon- as Hecate and, i make sure my titties and Yoni out: i sip on some tea, sing some affirmations, dance, play with my body and bead 🐍🌺✨

#self love #affection #love #girl #empathy #inspiration #writing #creative writing #coconut #coconutoil #selfmassage #indulgence #sensuality #heaven on earth #natural life #herbalist #puma #evolution

[evelyn-art-05]

WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE 🇵🇸

uscpr.org

USCPR has ways for you to donate to Palestinians in need, plenty of information about the crimes against Palestine if you are uninformed or want to know more, along with protest information and pre-written scripts you can use to call your officials with

linktr.ee/MedicalAidforPalestinians.org

Site for donating for medical aid for Palestinians, along with a few other links to help take action and stay informed. Remember that even if you can't donate a lot, just a bit helps

matwprojectusa.org

Donation site for medical, food, and water aid in Palestine and other areas as well.

palestiniansocialfund.com

Unconditional funding for food growth in Palestine through grassroots

Not a link but something that can help: test "resist" to 50409 in reference to bill HR 3103, it is a bot that will help you write out a letter on your phone to send to congress, senate, and president if you'd rather not make a call!

Here is a list of some very major brands to boycott, which DOES MAKE A DIFFERENCE:

McDonalds, Starbucks, Disney, especially Disney+, Coco Cola, Victoria Secret, Puma, Nike, Walmart

There are MANY more brands that support the genocide, but these are the most major. Research is good!!

doctorswithoutborders.org

You can donate here to help provide support to the standing hospitals and health facilities in Gaza

pcrf.net

A children's relief fund that helps to provide crucial life-saving medical relief and aid

unrwausa.org

Medical support, trauma relief, and food assistance in Gaza! They also have an easy way for you to email congress

If you're unsure of how to check if something is false news or misinformation or not, apnews.com/ap-fact-check is a site that is stepping up to the misinformation given about Gaza and correcting other news sources!

#palestine #genocide against palestinians #genocide #ways to help #ill reblog with more links as i come across them #its a good ides to call your represenitives as well #as much as you can #free palestine

[chrisevansonly]

𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

✯social media au

✯charles leclerc x female reader

✯surprise surprise, a new leclerc is on the way!

✯not requested, just wanted to post a little something, im still struggling with writing motivation :/ but i might do a pt2 to this if people like it<3

part 2 part 3

ynleclerc

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little baby leclerc coming soon, i can’t wait to be a parent with you charles, our baby is the luckiest little one in the world♥️

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username oh my god i cannot😭

username im so happy for them!!!

username they’ve been trying for so long i’m so so happy for them🥹🥹

arthur_leclerc congratulations you two, can’t wait to be an uncle❤️

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charles_leclerc je t’aime tellement chérie

charles_leclerc can’t wait for this new adventure❤️

>ynleclerc i love you so so much ❤️

carlossainz55 baby ferrari alert!!!!

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username convulsing and crying atm

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last summer as a family of two, can’t wait to be a family of three❤️

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username DAD LECLERC INCOMING

username y/n looks so beautiful!!!

lilyhme @:y/nleclerc babe you are looking stunning!!

>ynleclerc my angel you!!! miss you so much🩷

username omg the baby content we’ll get soon😭

ynleclerc family of three omg 🥹

ynleclerc i’m so excited 🩷🩷

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scuderiaferrari we’ll save the best seat for them!!

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ynleclerc

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i will forever be very thankful for charles who takes me out at 3:30 in the morning for the most strange cravings that sometimes takes us a few hours out of town. even if i’m crying feeling bad he does his best to cheer me up, make me laugh and keep me happy. he is the absolute best husband in the world, and he’s going to be the most amazing father, thank you for being you my love🩷

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username this is so sweet😭

username he’s giving dilf vibes already

username 🥹🥹🥹

charles_leclerc i’d do anything for you, i love you❤️

>ynleclerc i love you more:(

carlossainz55 yet you wouldn’t walk 3 feet to get me a sandwich…hmm

>charles_leclerc mate it was right in front of you

>carlossainz55 I WANTED TO FEEL IMPORTANT

username carlos just wants to be loved too 😭

arthur_leclerc don’t forget the time he came over and raided my fridge knowing i had the specific jello you liked….

>ynleclerc thank you thur🥺🥺

charles_leclerc

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closer and closer everyday 🩷🩵

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username do they know the gender yet?!

>ynleclerc not yet!!! 🥰

username i think it’s a girl

username charles as a boy dad??

ynleclerc feels like a lifetime, i just want them to be here:(

>charles_leclerc soon mon ange, soon❤️

>ynleclerc not soon enough 🥺

username IM SO EXCITED FOR THEM😭

landonorris my money is on girl

>carlossainz55 mines on boy

>danielricciardo im w carlos

>alexalbon nah it’s gonna be a girl

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Connor almost dies saving a PM700. Out of confusion as to why he put his life on the line like that for a co-worker, he seeks out her trust in order to self-justify the risk.

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