May Eywa be with you ~18+~ THEY/THEM
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do not put minty gum on your nipple!!!! i repeat do noT PUT MINTY GUM ON YOUR NIPPLe
if any of you guys are willing to buy Mcdonalds for that damn jjk sauce you disgust me!! please be a better person with common sense!!! also block me!!!
anyways stay boycotting 😁🍉🍉
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Hello,
I am Tamer Al-Deeb, a Palestinian dentist from Gaza.
[Picture of Tamer before the war in his clinic]
I have hesitated and delayed for a long time to write these words and create an account on GoFundMe, but the need has become very urgent due to what I see of death approaching myself and my family.
To begin our story, it is important to introduce my family, who are the core of my existence and the source of my strength during these turbulent times:
We are a family of four suffering for over 9 months from a brutal war that spares neither humans nor stones.
Mother: The Heart of Our Home
My mother embodies generosity and kindness as a devoted homemaker, always prioritizing her family's well-being. Her unwavering love remains our sanctuary amidst the chaos.
Father: The Pillar of Strength
My father, Majed, a dedicated professor, faced the destruction of the university he served. Despite this, his commitment to education and society remains unshaken.
Brother: A Beacon of Healing
My brother, Mohammad, a compassionate doctor, confronts the challenges of healthcare amidst dwindling supplies and occupation brutality, showcasing remarkable dedication to healing.
Tamer: A Dream Deferred
As for myself, Tamer, I was on the verge of a new beginning, with aspirations to further my career in Germany. I had saved thousands of dollars for the mandatory block account to support my stay abroad. However, the conflict has not only shattered my professional dreams but also consumed what didn't burn of my savings, compelling me to fight for my family's survival amidst the escalating costs of basic human necessities.
[Picture of the family before the war]
I have lost the lives of my dearest friends, neighbors, and much of what I loved.
We have lost our home with all its dreams and memories. A five-floor house completely leveled to the ground!!
[Pictures of the destroyed house]
I lost my clinic, my only source of livelihood.
[picture of the clinic]
My neighborhood .
[picture of the destroyed neighborhood]
Since the beginning of the war, we were forced to flee our home in the north of the Gaza Strip to the supposed safe area in the south. But unfortunately, this was just the beginning. We have been displaced four times in the same southern area, fleeing from death always surrounding us.
Initially, we fled to a school belonging to the UNRWA in the Nuseirat camp until we were forced to move to another area, and the Maghazi camp was the intended destination. Then a UNRWA school, where we were residing in a tent inside, was targeted, killing 7 civilians. We were forced to flee again to a tent in Rafah, but the scarcity of clean water and the spread of epidemics and diseases forced us to flee again to a UNRWA school in the Deir Al-Balah area until now.
UNRWA has been providing refuge to hundreds of displaced families for the past six months at schools that have become vital community hubs, offering shelter to thousands of individuals trapped in the southern region.
Women and children sleep inside classrooms, and the men sleep outside in tents set up in the courtyard. Rainstorms recently have flooded our tents, and it's very difficult to take care of our basic needs.
[Pictures of Tamer after the war in the UNRWA school and his tent]
I am currently volunteering at Al-Aqsa Hospital, assisting in the maxillofacial surgery department. However, a sense of helplessness and despair often overwhelms me. It's hard to put into words the horrors and injuries I witness daily. Surrounded by the shroud of death and the cries of the wounded, I feel powerless. "I want to save you, I want you to live," I often think, "I will do everything in my power to make it happen!" Sadly, many times, they become part of the countless casualties from my homeland. The shortages in food, water, and medical supplies are dire, to the extent that we sometimes perform surgeries without anesthesia. The suffering is unimaginable.
Now we hope to escape death, we hope for the end of the war, we hope to leave the Gaza Strip, and we hope to live a decent life away from bombing, occupation, and destruction.
It has been 9 months of hell and horror. This genocide has been too long to bear, and our mental health and lives are in constant danger. (I can’t describe enough what I have been dealing with daily in the hospitals for the past days. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die, and even if there is a ceasefire, the destruction in Gaza is beyond prompt repair
Evacuation fees are expensive, especially now that I have no source of income. Once we can evacuate, your donations will cover our travel expenses and help us get immediate support in Egypt. There will be meal expenses, wardrobe expenses, emergency expenses, etc., but no generous contribution will go to waste.
To cross the “Rafah” Gaza-Egypt Borders, you need to have your name listed in the Crossing List (paid permit), and coordinators in Egypt who have the power to add my family’s names to the list at the border are now asking for anywhere from $6-8,000 per PERSON! They will not add the names until we can prove we have the money ready.
I ask for your help because this is not just my battle alone, but a battle in which we seek your helping hand to survive and preserve our families. Any donation, big or small, will have a huge impact on the lives of my family and me. I am grateful to everyone who donates, and I will remain grateful forever for giving hope and opportunity to me and my family to survive and build a better future.
Thank you for reading my story. For sharing my story with your friends and family. I hope, there is a ceasefire, and we can get the rest and safety we deserve to build our lives all over again. ❤️
Tamer Al-Deeb
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I love you all 🙏🙏♥️🌹
I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a father of three children: Abdulrahman, 6 years old, Sarah, 4 years old, and Lina, 3 years old.
My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, my wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, living with our little cat that we embrace among us.
Recently, I moved to the south of the Gaza Strip, fearing for the lives of my children. We left behind our memories and our new home, for which we had not finished paying the installments, in addition to losing my job. Currently, I live in a tent that does not protect me from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and without the minimum necessary livinng basics including water, food medical care, clothe and even bedding .
I suffer from a chronic asthma and severe attacks from tightness and an extreme allergy in the ear and I need medicine that are not available, or very expensive .
Under these difficult circumstances, after five attempts at displacement and narrowly escaping death from the bombing, I am trying with all my might to protect my family, the most precious thing I have.
My dreams were shattered, and my house was destroyed, and I found myself living in a tent no larger than 4 square metres. My work turned from a tailor to a street vendor in order to barely buy a few crumbs of bread to feed my children.
Look at what happened to my children because of the intense heat and the insects that thrive in the summer season. Every day, I take them to the hospital to treat them due to poisonous insect bites. I implore every kind-hearted soul to help me protect my children.
My son, Abdul Rahman, has a deep passion for playing football and is a devoted fan of Real Madrid. He always dreamed of playing football at his school, but the war prevented this dream from coming true.
Where are you, Real Madrid fans ?
Help Abdul Rahman achieve his dream.
Every donation will make an enormous difference in helping me save my family.
I feel very sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know that this request is difficult, but I also know that there is still humanity and living consciences and I believe in miracles.
Your support during this extremely difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.
If you have any inquiries or questions, feel free to ask me, please!
To everyone with a compassionate heart,
To all who understand the essence of humanity,
This is a message from my innocent children, who trust that their words will reach everyone who truly understands the meaning of childhood.
We cry out to you, asking you to feel our sorrow and pain, and to extend a helping hand to us in this time when we are in desperate need of your mercy and compassion.
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Sincere greetings & thanks
Mohammed & the family
Okay, so like- People know the twins didn't save Azul from his bullies, right? They didn't even notice him during the worst of it. Jade and Floyd were also never mentioned to intervene with the bullying, unless I've somehow missed something in my many read-throughs of the story.
Like, that would be a major change in their dynamic. For one, it would make their claim of being mere business partners, the claim they make to one another and even to themselves, much harder to defend. Which is a claim they make, by the way. Floyd and Jade claim it, and so does Azul. They openly admit their friendship.
It also just puts them into childhood friend territory. Jade and Floyd were Azul's only friends as children, his comforts.
Except... They weren't. Floyd didn't even notice him until Sixth grade, after Azul has already started working on himself and his magic, after Azul had long grown prickly.
The twins didn't witness these changes happen, nor did they stop his bullies. They didn't even know him. In fact, Floyd still called Azul tako-chan when he developed his Unique Magic!
Essentially, though I feel like Azul and the twins' are definitely more than just business partners, close friends, really, they're not the typical childhood friend type. The twins didn't save Azul from his bullies, nor did they somehow believe in him the whole time.
love you guys❤
Literally going to sell my soul for a continuation of this fic
How you get the ghostbusters back for trapping you
Warnings: reader is super petty, non canon events, the guys are assholes in this, aggression
After being trapped for three months in that stupid ghost trap, you are severely pissed off with the ghostbusters
You’d spend months beforehand innocently haunting them and building individual bonds with them
All for them to take your one mistake as reason to punish you, you never meant to hurt Dana so why were you punished so severely
You, being as stubborn and strong willed as you are, expected them to be begging for forgiveness considering what they put you through
But they all acted like everything was going to go back to the way it was before, they didn’t even offer you the slightest apology for what they did
This did not bode well with you
In fact, it only seemed to enrage you further
You started off with your usual pettiness, but it lacked your standard playful style and just came off malicious
But the ghostbusters still found a way to make it a joke
You would mess with Egon’s lab equipment and experiments, but he’d just laugh it off in an Egon fashion and then suggest to your invisible figure that the two of you play chess again like you used to do so you could get your anger out
You’d hide the traps Winston was cleaning and storing in ridiculous hiding places, but Winston would just laugh and ask if you were playing hide and seek again
You’d turn off and change Ray’s music on his radio to something aggressive, but the only reaction you received was Ray joking that your music taste had definitely changed since you last played music together
Whenever Venkman would read the crossword prompts out to you and hold his pen out expectingly, you would write profanity in all the gaps
But venkman only sarcastically commented that “that’s definitely doesn’t fit the hint”
It infuriated you, they turned your anger into a joke and treated you like a pet who did a cute trick instead of a (spirit) person
You started to retract yourself from showing your presence to them out of embarrassment that your anger and their reaction caused you
You felt like an embarrassed child who had just been scolded rather than someone who underwent a painful and traumatic process of your spirit being caged to a small confined trap
You stopped showing yourself and kept to yourself next to janine’s desk so you could listen to her conversations on the phone as your only source of entertainment
You even tried to leave the ghostbusters HQ but found yourself unable to leave the building without attaching yourself to a human person, and you weren’t going to follow any of the ghostbusters around anymore
Despite janine working for the ghostbusters and Dana being the reason you were put in the trap, you never treated them unkindly
You understood them both and you knew that your anger wasn’t directed at them and they were just coincidental bystanders
You let your anger simmer but eventually it bubbled over the top
You heard the boys joking that soon you’d be over your “tantrum” and would come back to hang out with them
They joked about how they could ever think you were dangerous when all you’ve pulled are childish stunts
You felt yourself twist and twitch in anger and embarrassment as you heard them mock your very real emotions as if you weren’t once breathing like them
You decided that if you were originally going to be labelled as dangerous, then you would become dangerous to them
Instead of messing with Egons equipment to ruin his test results, you’d smash it to pieces and throw them at him
Instead of hiding the traps that Winston was cleaning and storing, you’d smash them to pieces and release the spirits inside to cause chaos in the HQ
Instead of messing with the radio of the car that Ray was cleaning, you’d blast loud screaming music in his ears before smashing the windows of the car
Instead of writing profanity on Venkmans crosswords, you tore his office apart and disposed of important documents before writing “fuck you ghostbusters” on his desk
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and you were living (dead) proof of that
Your anger infected you and turned you violent in a way you hadn’t been in your entire stay with the ghostbusters
And the ghostbusters weren’t sure what to do
They didn’t want to put you back into a trap considering that’s what caused this mess in the first place, and they missed you dearly when you were gone
But your aggression was getting out of hand
They decided that the best plan of action would be to find out more about your life when you were alive to appeal to your human side
And until they found something they could use, they had better get better at dodging thrown items…..
hey guys if you actually care about mexicos water crisis please consider boycotting brands like coca cola and heineken. they are the ones running mexico's water supplies dry. I am aware of the "mexicans drink too much coke lmao" stereotype but it is because they have made us dependent on their brand, making it so in certain places of mexico, a coca cola bottle is cheaper than water. all thanks to our ex president Vicente Fox <3
Reblog if you're queer, have ADHD, or hate the government.
Nobody needs to know which one.
Can we please stop mischaracterizing Floyd and Jade as rapists? I've been seeing it everywhere recently of people saying, "The Tweels would grope you or rape you"
WTF?? ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME TWEELS??? THE SILLY GOOFY GOOBERS? THE FLOYD WHO LICKED HIS OWN SWEAT AND THE FUNGUS LOVING JADE??? THOSE TWEELS??? Is the groping in the room with us? These are 17 year old boys, CHILDREN. Please stop mischaracterizing physically affectionate characters as perverts please. Are floyd and Jade gropists? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT?? Are they rapists?? NO!! Would they ever touch Fem Yuu or Yuu in general inappropriately. NOOOOOO. Do I think they'd be perverts? No. They may stare at something or be attracted to certain physical attributes, but that's because THEY ARE TEENAGE BOYS, ITS NORMAL.
I used to feel great shame when taking a character I loved and imagining them in an indulgent way, but now I am empowered to do it happily and share it with strangers who also enjoy that character.
It's a lovely thing, really. Do what you love, love what you do.
I give permission to use this image as you wish with credit
I think I may be addicted to JJK SMAU's.
Also random PSA if you like or support Mei Mei go on ahead and unfollow me🥰
We don’t do pedos or groomers on this blog.
Matter of fact if you like kids or support people who like kids get tf off this blog cause it’s not a safe place for you.
❗If you can, please stop scrolling and read this post as it pertains to Palestine. 🇵🇸 ❗
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Malleus 🐉: We need to save this frog from the rain!
Yuu🌙: Malleus….Frogs love water
COMMISSIONS FOR PALESTINE (OPEN)
Hello! I am opening commissions for Palestine. Donate to any of these charities (PCRF, Heal Palestine, ESims for Gaza, Operation Olive Branch), send me the receipt, and I'll make you a drawing.
I specialize in character portraits, happy to draw your OCs, DND characters, or favorite characters!
$5 - sketch
$15 - sketch + shading + simple background
$30 - painting
$50 - paining + background
0/5 slots filled
UNholy Hotel
Thank you for 2000+ victims and 300 fic milestone!!!!
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You’ve been warned before.
Never wander the woods alone after dark.
However, you’ve never been told why.
There’s an audible crunch with every step you take. The rustling of leaves crushed underfoot, the occasional snap of a twig, even the sound of your every breath was loud. Echoing through the expanse of the forest, melting into the darkness.
Every single sound you made was like a pin dropped in a completely empty room. A brief period of loudness, then nothing. You were surrounded by silence.
Silence so quiet that it was deafening.
Bracing yourself against a tree, you wince as its bark cuts into the flesh of your palm, carving out its ridges and groves into your very skin. You lean into the tree’s trunk, feeling your chest heave. Upwards, downwards. Exhaling a shaky breath, you stare into the distance.
Looking around at the gloom and doom of your surroundings. Caged in by the trees with garbled hands, towering over your feeble form. Darkness crept in whatever corners it could, blanketing you within its pitch-black embrace.
You’ve been lost for like, what, an hour? Wandering round and round, only to end up at the same tree again and again. You could have sworn the trees shifted around maliciously, trying to keep you trapped within their domain. Heaving a sigh, you push yourself back up onto your feet, reluctantly forcing yourself forward once more.
Only to see the briefest glimmer of light somewhere in between the trees. Flickering, ember flames waxing and waning right before your eyes. A fire. A torch.
People.
These thoughts rush through your mind immediately, garbled animalistic instincts craving salvation, begging for a place for you rest your weary bones. You make a beeline towards the light, breaking into a run towards the faint torch burning in the distance.
Only to come face to face with a grand old mansion. Crumbling apart, elaborate designs carved into its walls chipping and peeling apart, like something that’s rotten, abandoned for far too long. It stood tall within the woods, an imposing structure draped in shadow and dust.
Yet as dilapidated as the place was, there was light within. Peering through cracked windows, you could see somewhat of the interiors. Torches lined the walls, burning away with a certain ferocity. They must have just been lighted.
A crooked sign hung loosely from the top of the door, golden lettering faded from the ceaseless march of time. Squinting your eyes, you tried to make out the words.
“Hotel.”
The words in front of them had been torn out, deep gashes running through the sign itself. They looked as if a feral beast had gotten to it, ripping apart the sign with their claws.
Shivering uncontrollably, you stood at the door uncertainly, shifting your weight from one foot to another. Your hand grasping the doorknob cautiously, as gingerly as you could.
A suspicious hotel, or a night in the woods?
As odd as the hotel appeared, anything’s better than a night on cold, wet grass. Gritting your teeth, you twisted the knob. Pushing open the door slowly, taking your first step within the hotel…
And promptly getting a strong blow on the back of your head, knocking you unconscious.
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You awake.
Your surroundings remain unfamiliar. Pushing yourself up slowly, you feel a dull throbbing sensation at the back of your head. As if someone… hit you there.
A creak echos through the room. A startling sound that has you jolting upwards, shoulders tensed. A door before you is opened slowly. Revealing a masked stranger who enters your room tentatively.
A feather cloak is draped over his shoulders. A bunch of keys jingle on his waist, screeching out with every step he takes. A queer sort of mask rests on his face, almost like a bird’s beak. He holds something within his hands.
A uniform.
“Ah, hello my Ḑ̶͇͚̤̣̤̪̠̯͎̹̪̍̀͛̋̄̂̊̍͠ȁ̵̧̙̯̺̮̌̑́̊̿̃͒͒͋̓̐̂̔͜͠r̴̢̛͉͓̠̜̫̱͔̭̺̭̦̬͓͆͗ļ̷̛͍̯͉̾̂͌̀̿̒̈́̚i̷̢̢̢͈̦̘͖͓͔̣̝̰̜̰̫̤̤̓͊̌̀́̀͐͊̽̿͋́̇̿̕͘n̵̡̢͙̣̪̼̻̉̽̎̋͋͗̂̌͌̿͋͠g̸̡͚͈̮̬̙̦̪̳̲̭̈́̉́̾͛̌̇̉̈͌̀͘̚͝͠͠l.
You’re finally awake. It’s time for your shift.
Hm? What shift?
Did you forget a̶̢̞̝̭̺͙̬̳̠͍̖͕̪̟̦̒̋͠ͅg̷̨̢͇̜̱͎͉̪̖̗̗͈̈́͜à̵̼͑̅̽͂̇͌̾̄͗̆̑͘͝î̴̢̡̙͔͔̥̙̇̃̉̎͠ǹ̷̪̰͚͓̀͗̀̈̒̀͗̒̍̀̈́̑?
No matter. Your instructions are always the same, no matter what.
Ensure the happiness of all our guests.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Get to work, my Ḑ̶͇͚̤̣̤̪̠̯͎̹̪̍̀͛̋̄̂̊̍͠ȁ̵̧̙̯̺̮̌̑́̊̿̃͒͒͋̓̐̂̔͜͠r̴̢̛͉͓̠̜̫̱͔̭̺̭̦̬͓͆͗ļ̷̛͍̯͉̾̂͌̀̿̒̈́̚i̷̢̢̢͈̦̘͖͓͔̣̝̰̜̰̫̤̤̓͊̌̀́̀͐͊̽̿͋́̇̿̕͘n̵̡̢͙̣̪̼̻̉̽̎̋͋͗̂̌͌̿͋͠g.”
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Welcome to UNholy Hotel, where those who lurk in the shadows gather. Flickering in and out of existence like a mirage, this hotel is only accessible to those who are… well, not fully mortal.
Only on the darkest night, where the moon hides its silvery glow, will the doors then open for guests to enter. Normally, the UNholy hotel remains invisible for the mortals of the world. Although occasionally, humans wander in by accident… yet that rarely happens.
You must be one unlucky fool, hm?
Have heart, for there’s little distinction between bravery and foolhardiness. If you manage to escape the hotel within the night, you leave alive. If you can’t… well, nobody really knows what happens.
By the light of daybreak, the UNholy Hotel will disappear, as if it never existed in the first place.
Wiping you from existence.
Rules for this event:
Roam the UNholy Hotel in order to find a way to escape.
Befriend its occupants and fulfil their wishes… who knows, you might find an ally or two within these cold, stone walls.
You may venture anywhere within the hotel listed below:
1. Main Lobby
2. Reception
3. Grand Staircase
3. Hotel Rooms (including your own)
4. Kitchen
5.Laundry Room
6. Library
7. Ballroom
8. Basement
9. Dining Hall
In your request, please type out your location, and the action you would like to take there. As well as who you would like to meet…
For example:
“I’m going to my room and trying to open the windows. Perhaps there’s a way to slip out from them. I’ll like to encounter Ruggie.”
Be as specific as you want. This helps with crafting the escape attempt… I mean the story.
Either one intrigues you more.
Please specify if you’ll like the scenario to be yandere, or a relatively normal encounter. This is a Horror AU after all, so expect some gore and inhuman elements.
To Participate:
Please reblog this post and a fic I have written before sending in your request.
As per usual, I reserve the right to turn down anyone’s request if I don’t comfortable writing it.
My usual rules apply. Check them out here!
Escape Attempts:
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Where souls gather (Riddle x reader)🔷
A Wonderful Meal (Rook x reader)♦️
when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut
the struggle is real
smut is great but do you know what’s better? heart wrenching, soul twisting angst that makes you want to cry (take my money)
y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?
“i don’t block people just because of a difference of opinion” cool i do