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HURT/COMFORT DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here."

"I'm not leaving you, [name]."

"You're not alone, I promise."

"You didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to apologize for."

"C'mere, let me hold you-"

"Sure, we can snuggle if it will make you feel better."

"Here, hold my hand."

"This is gonna hurt like a bitch, but I have to stitch up that wound."

"Show me where it hurts."

"I know you're hurt, [name]."

"Let me take care of it, alright? You need to rest."

"I'm here to take care of you, [name]."

"There's no shame in crying. I promise."

"Let me take care of things for once, alright?"

"Don't worry, it'll get better soon."

Tus ojos son como la noche, tan infinitos para perderme en ellos.

-Yuesainte-

I think that they could have perfectly inserted a building at one point that was a hospital and in front of it a statue or even a plaque that says that KATARA participated in its founding, a hospital in republic city or in the south pole. Something as minimal as that would have been enough to honor her as the woman she is. It wasn't even necessary to put up a statue, they could say that there is a hospital with his name and that would have been enough.

friendly reminder that even the cabbage merchant got a statue but katara didn’t

Quería amarte, no pude.

Me lastimaste con tu indiferencia y me hiciste darme cuenta de que debía amarme a mi antes que amarte a ti.

-Yuesainte-

The UNRWA is concerned that if they do not receive more funding they will run out by the end of February please spread this message

in case any of you missed it, despite the ICJ's ruling for Israel to facilitate MORE aid into Gaza, the global west has responded by cutting funding to UNWRA, which is responsible for delivering significant amounts of aid into Gaza, as well as surrounding areas such as Lebanon. The countries cutting funding consist of the US, Australia, the UK, the Netherlands, Swritzerland, Italy, Germany, Finland, Canada and Japan. This was all due to a claim by Israel that members of UNWRA were Hamas-members or sympathisers which, at the end of the day, is a claim that concerns only 12 members in a total of 30,000.

Without proper funding, UNWRA is likely to run out of resources by February of this year (only another month) and urges the countries that have suspended donations to reconsider. This is a blatant move from the colonialist countries of this world to starve Palestinians even further when they are already facing unforeseen levels of famine.

Please take some time out of your day to call your reps, your political leaders and urge them to restart their funding. In the meantime, here is a link to donate to the UNWRA.

Having internet friends is an experience. Did you eat today? I can't believe your sister hasn't apologized yet, what a bitch. Drink a glass of water right now. Want to see a cat picture? I love you. I know you better than your parents. I don't know your name. I'm having a rough day, can you talk to me about your favorite videogame? I love you. Good morning means good night means good afternoon means go to sleep. Here's a doodle I made in class. I'm stealing your clothes as we speak, they're so pretty. I love you. I love your pet. What does your hair look like? I'd love to see that weird leaf. I love you. I'm making you your favorite food. Thank you for holding my secrets for me. I love you. We're having a coffe date. I love you. I'm giving you a screen-sized hug. I love you. I love you. I love you.

siempre diva nunca indiva

Me caga cuando me preguntan como estoy, si es obvio que estoy hermosa, inteligente, fabulosa, triunfando como siempre y muy feliz.

“Reblog si eres de México”

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(via bohemiofilosofico)

It’s very beatiful and sadness

Stay Alive

“Where’s the kid?!” Tony doesn’t bother keeping his voice low as he barges into the room of the medbay. Nurses murmur and try to speak to him, but all he could see was Peter. Peter lying flat on the bed, hands gripping his chest where the white bandages wrap tightly. What hurts more is that he’s not even Spider-Man. He’s just Peter Parker.

Tony doesn’t snap back until Stephen Strange steps in front of him.

“Tony, you need to calm down. You can see him but–”

“Is he going to make it?” Tony interrupts, trying to move forward but is caught by the arm.

“Tony.” Strange says in a low voice. He looks Tony dead in the eye, and he can see the apology in them. “Tony, I did everything I could, but he was already infected when he got here. His healing factor is trying to kick in, but if it doesn’t heal soon…”

Tony sucks in a shallow breath, fighting his brain, because there was no way he was watching his kid die today. No way he was watching this stupidly brave kid bleed out from a gunshot wound because he was too much of a hero. Nope. Not today.

He finally shakes Stephen off, and the multiple nurses scurry away like a flock of birds. He makes it to the hospital bed, and watches as Peter takes shallow breaths.

“Peter?” Tony coos as he takes a knee at his side. Peter stirs, groaning softly as he turns to face him.

“Tony.” Peter responds tearfully. “Tony, I didn’t–I didn’t mean–”

“Shh, Petey. I know.” Tony brushes his curls away from his face. “Save your strength, little man.”

“He–He was gonna kill that k-kid.” Peter explains, cough hashly and sucking in chipped breaths. “He was so s-scared.” Tony doesn’t know who shot his kid, but they sure as hell aren’t getting away with it.

“You did good, kid. You did so good.” Tony cups his face gently. “Just stay alive.”

Tony moved to cradle the kid’s head as he listened to the faint beeping of the heart monitor. Peter gripped Tony’s arm with cold hands, gasping tearful apologies and whimpers of pain.

“Peter!” May’s voice echoes off the walls of the room. She’s crying openly as she rushes next to Tony, holding Peter’s other hand tightly. “Peter, baby, what happened?”

Peter moves his hand to cup her face, as if it was the last thing he was ever going to see.

“May–May, I’m-I’m sorry.” He bites out, wincing.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay.” She says back, and Tony puts an arm around her. Peter pulls them both closer.

“It–It hurts. I need–need it to stop.” Peter cries. May moves up and kisses his forehead.

“Everything will be okay, baby. Just stay with us.” Her voice is clogged with tears. Tony’s start to fall.

“I love you.” Peter whispers. His voice is unusually stoical. He looks at May, then Tony. It’s meant for him too.

Time goes into slow-motion.

It feels like he’s watching from far away, but he’s right there.

His hands go limp; his left one falls from May’s face, his right goes slack in Tony’s.

His head rolls back despite Tony keeping it up-right. The beeping fades into a flat-line but it’s all white noise.

Someone is screaming. It’s May.

Someone is shouting “no.” It’s himself.

May grips her…son with such vigor, like he’s a lifeline. Goddammit, he’s all that woman had left.

People are pulling them away, and he fights so hard to keep Peter in his arms, but it’s no use. Whoever it was (Strange?) knows what they’re doing. Pepper has her arms wrapped around May, who hasn’t stopped screaming. Tony finds himself with Rhodey (when the hell did he get here?), on the floor. He can feel it in his chest that he’s shouting but he can’t hear it.

It’s all fuzz.

His boy is gone.

Muchos no entendían por qué me fijé en tí. No tenías el mejor físico, ni eras el más popular. Pero con una sola sonrisa tuya dejaste a mi corazón paralizado. Para mí tan solo fue suficiente una sonrisa tuya.

-Yuesainte-