Gonna write stories i promise -sleep deprived student
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Hoslunix - Lunix - Tumblr Blog
From my insta luni.xdraw
I know the new Hunger Games book announcement is exciting. But in what world are we hearing more about a book announcement than we are about the bombing of 40 children in a UN school-turned-refugee shelter? These two events occurred on the same day. Only one is being widely spoken about in the media.
Let’s not forget why Suzanne Collins wrote the series in the first place. One night, she was watching TV, flipping back and forth between coverage of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and a reality-TV show. That's when she had the idea that would ultimately turn into The Hunger Games.
Please don’t let pop culture distract you from a genocide.
This isn’t something I’ve been very vocal about on this platform because I know it is an escape of sorts for so many and I want this blog to remain a safe place. Most importantly, I want you to know that I am not anti anyone and I do not believe that anyone on this earth should be suffering like this.
Update: we’re welcoming a new family as we have helped Rana & Salam almost half way to their goal! 💕
Silly ass drawing
it is dangerous to promote unverified fundraisers! marryum-aljabill/Murryum Al Jabill/Marryum Al Jabill is a scammer. they previously linked to the same paypal account that @/nashonimudaki and @/certainblizzardvoid (both documented scammers running an insulin scam) use
what's more, the only pictures posted on their gogetfunding link are taken from these three articles
https://www.timesofisrael.com/uk-charities-urge-government-to-welcome-gazans-with-family-ties-in-britain/ https://www.channelnewsasia.com/world/israel-hamas-war-gaza-talks-truce-ramadan-mossad-netanyahu-4184131 https://dppa.un.org/en/un-chief-calls-israel-to-spare-civilians-more-suffering-gaza
would you mind deleting their scam from your blog, or clearly labeling it as a scam so it doesn't spread to others?
please familiarize yourself with the pinned posts of some current scammers while they are still under these usernames: taheeeramohamed, stevmwita, thoughtfulfestivallove, keenladysussymerrriine, lucymkiraa, swagprincessfire, nashonimudaki, marryum-aljabill, quoradigestere, atomiclovedestiny, choppedphilosopherwitch, nako700
i really recommend looking at their pinned posts in order to better recognize scams, not just using this list as a blocklist, because once they are terminated they each will immediately remake their scams under a new username
Thanks for telling me i will inform myself first :')
Hello, I am Marryum Al-Jabill from (Gaza) in Deir Al-Balah, Help me to spreading the word with this ongoing fundraising campaign to evacuate my family from Gaza. Help me save my children from death and let them live a dignified life as children of the world. Death is getting closer every day, I want to save their lives from the tide of war. Hunger and fear are now their lives. Please Donate Any amount you can give will make a significant difference.🍉🍉🍉
Thanks for your kindness and generosity.🙏
Wish you well!!
just no words….🤭
This is our moment ✨
I would be confused if someone kissed my man too Katniss
(Ik Finnick was doing CPR I just found this funny)
let’s talk, shall we?
it’s no secret that tumblr writers have been leaving or deactivating their blogs, especially in the last year or two. and i think the reason why is even less of a secret.
the fact that writers have to practically beg for feedback and interaction on a site where they post their works for FREE is ridiculous. the fact that most of the people who are reading and consuming these works don’t even spare 10 seconds to add a nice tag to their reblog (if they even bother to do that) is borderline enraging. this is tumblr, not instagram or twitter. likes on tumblr do nothing for the writer. i don’t care if you think that it helps them appear in the tags, or if you think that seeing yet another “___ liked your post” is encouraging to them, because it doesn’t and its not.
and speaking of likes, why is the ratio of likes to reblogs so fucking huge? and before you think i’m being dramatic, lets take a look at some of the notes from my own works.
at the time of me writing this, my one-shot, dream lover, has 821 notes. that’s pretty good right? but let’s see how many are empty likes and how many are reblogs.
769 likes.
52 reblogs.
out of those 52 reblogs, 35 of them are empty. no tag, no comment.
one of my reactions currently has 2,038 notes. you may be thinking that’s a lot, which it is and i’m incredibly thankful for how many notes i’ve gotten on it. but how many are likes and how many are reblogs?
1,924 likes.
113 reblogs.
out of those 113 reblogs, 81 of them are empty.
one of my headcanons currently has 1,110 notes.
1,069 likes.
41 reblogs.
28 of those 41 reblog are empty.
why is it so hard to reblog things and give feedback?
“oh but it won’t fit my blog theme!” if you’re so fucking concerned about what your precious tumblr blog looks like, then send an ask. they’re just as appreciated.
“i don’t know what to say tho!” we’re not asking you to be shakespeare. if you’re really that no thoughts head empty just put a keyboard smash, if nothing else.
“but i’m shy and embarrassed!” the anonymous option is there for a reason, and most writers have it turned on. being shy when you have the option of keeping your identity a secret is no excuse.
and yes, i’m aware that some writers don’t have the anon option on, which brings me to my final point.
stop. demanding.
if a writer has requests open, be a decent human being and use your manners. going into their inbox and saying “____’s reaction of this.” is no way to request something. saying please, thank you, or even “hey, could you do a reaction of _____?” is a thousand times better than just telling them what you want them to write.
writers spend hours of their time and energy to write things for you to read, and leaving an empty like is meaningless to them.
if your liked a writer’s works, reblog them and maybe add some nice fucking tags while you’re at or send an ask to them about it. because sooner or later, after so many likes and barely any interaction, more and more writers are going to leave.
stop making them desperate for any spare crumb of interaction and start leaving feedback if you love these writers so much.
abstract and modern art haters are sooo snobby like klein literally Created an entirely new pigment and then painted a canvas in a way where the brush strokes wouldn't be visible. the insinuation that people with no skill could reproduce that is so annoying because unless you are skilled at color mixing and painting you definitely couldn’t lmao
By LabradoriteKing on Pinterest
palestine masterpost-masterpost
i've been trying my best to collect a bunch of links to other, more structured resources about the genocide in gaza, and what you, reading this, can do about it, that i'm going to compile here.
DON'T SCROLL PAST. LOOK THROUGH THE LINKS. REBLOG.
less and less people are talking about gaza every day, but it is still a very real crisis.
education, donations, speaking out, global links (masterpost)
links to contextual articles
for americans - state/congressional contacts
how you can help palestine - donations, petitions, campaigns, upcoming protests (masterpost)
non-politically motivated charity links
canary mission
petitions and congressional contact (masterpost)
education, current news, taking action, direct action and donations, current protests (masterpost)
small monetary actions
2700 ebooks on israel and palestine, available for free
thorough article by storiesfromgaza, dated 10/30/23
targeted boycott + bds
how to find state/congressional contacts, bds, email template, donation links
sudan and congo
egypt, us/uk/canada/europe congressional contacts
direct links to help palestine
educate yourself (twitter links)
translating gaza (instagram link)
bds/targeted boycott information
compilation of palestine info and how to support it (masterpost), dated 10/28/23
latest info as of 11/3/23 and large amounts of immediate action to take (masterpost)
history of palestine and israel - articles, books, films, social media (masterpost)
socials to follow
journalists in north gaza
btselem
My ass really can't stop posting abt this shit
Vincent wip ^_^ so coquette
Reposting since I flopped so hard
I will never ever finish this
I will never ever finish this
★leave me alone★
Yesterday you shattered my joy, oh how it's true,
My "will to live" cracked, a feeling so blue.
Please, today, avoid causing me more strain,
For I'm tired of your antics, your shitty name's disdain.
Cease being a pain in the ass, let tranquility ensue,
My balls are full, I urge you, find something else to pursue.
My patience is thin, my frustration severe.
My patience, it wanes, my tolerance low,
So stay far away, leave me at peace,
Satisfied and content, please release.
My friend, find tranquility and mend,
For my sanity and balls' sake, just be a good friend.
I'm working at the moment and wanted to ask
What would you be most interested in reading?
1) fan made hunger games games (12th hunger games)
2) a disturbing childish serie with a tons of tws
3) any hunger games character fic (just not Snow istg)
:D
The end is so silly
Jabberjays | Johanna Mason
Pairing: Johanna Mason x fem!reader (District4!Finnick's sister!reader)
Summary: During the attack of the Jabberjays Katniss is introduced to a whole different Johanna.
Warning/s: a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, the quarter quell, jabberjays, panic, screaming, weapons, you know typical hunger games stuff, also this is more like a short blurb but yeah, possible grammar and spelling mistakes
Author's note: I always wanted to write something about the Jabberjay attack so I absolutely loved the request! Also I made the reader Finnick's sister, I hope that's okay. Hope you enjoy!!
Request -> hi! i have a request for johanna!! could u do one where fem!reader and her are in a relationship that’s not secret just private (like only finnick knows) but something happens in the arena where johanna gets worried about r & finnick and katniss have a talk like johanna and katniss did in the movie abt annie? sry if that was too long or didn’t make sense! ty <33
Johanna just went into the thick forest to get some water with the spile that Haymitch send them so that they don't die of dehydration. She was regretting it now.
Katniss, Peeta, Beetee, your brother Finnick and you were on the beach. You were sitting with Katniss on the dry sand as you anxiously waited for Johanna to return from the forest as you stated at the hole in the sand that Johanna's ax made.
Thankfully, you thought to yourself, she took it with her.
Everything was relatively peaceful, too peaceful even. You didn't like it one bit. Something was coming. The game makers wouldn't allow the things to be so peaceful for so long. You were soon proven right as you heard the ear piercing scream that only seemed to shake through you.
"Johanna!" Your voice screamed back, every bit of common sense leaving you as you bolted towards the sound of Johanna's bloody-like screams.
You left your knives on the beach, along with the rest of your team that were screaming your name, confused from your actions as they tried to keep up with you. You were in a vulnerable place as you waved your hands around, trying to keep the thick leaves, that were swang down blocking your vision, away from your face as you ran still screaming Johanna's name as much as she screamed yours.
"Johanna!" You shouted as you reached the center of the forest where Johanna's screams were.
You were moving around in the circle, trying to determine where exactly her voice was coming from. After a while it hit you as you realized that her screams were coming from above. High in the trees. Then you saw the jabberjays flopping their little wings in the air, swaying the leaves of the trees and you knew that you fell right in the Capitol's trap.
"Y/N!" Finnick's muffled voice came towards you and you quickly turned towards him. Katniss, Beetee and Peeta were there with him, looking extremely concerned.
But why were they not coming closer?
The painful sounds of Johanna's screaming was messing with your head, panick gripping onto each and every fragment of your mind and body.
Why were they not coming over? Why aren't they helping? Why are they just standing there?!
Your felt your arms moving up, your hands gripping your head to try and kill the ever racing thoughts and the continuous mocking of the jabberjays. Then, as your eyes frantically searched the area, you spotted Johanna. Her eyes full of concern only reserved for her close friends and her love.
Then, the next thing that happened just confused you even more. Finnick grabbed her arm quickly, stopping her as she moved forward towards you, ax in her hand. She twisted her arm, releasing her arm from Finnick's grip as she yelled at him while he talked to her about something that you didn't hear. Her expression changed from concerned to utterly horrified.
"Y/N!" You heard Johanna's muffled, concerned voice mixing with the imitation of the screaming that the jabberjays provided.
You didn't think, the constant screaming was too much. You ran towards her, but came to a stop when your body hit something invisible. The force field. You started banging your hands against the force field trying to ignore the looks of pity and concern from your lover, brother and allies. You didn't want to except this.
The screaming intensified as the birds got closer to you, and you found yourself sliding onto the ground, screaming bloody murder just so you could tone down the sound of Johanna's and Finnick's torturous screams. Johanna was taping on the force field shouting at you something that you didn't understand.
That's how Johanna found herself banging her ax forcefully against the force field, trying to break it. Finnick next to her, hitting the force field with his trident, his eyes full of concern as he watched his baby sister's torture.
The new hour began and Katniss watched the scene in front of her not believing the state that Johanna was in. The hurried movements with her ax, the horrified expression on her face, her eyes full of concern. She cared about someone here. She actually, genuinely, cared about someone here.
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"Y/N!" Johanna's voice reached your ears, tearing through the ringing in them as you swayed back and forth on the ground. "The hour is up! You okay! It's over! I'm here!"
After you finally came to your senses enough to look at her, you immediately wrapped your arms around her as tightly as you possibly could, not letting go.
"Johanna," You gasped through neverending sobs as your body shook against hers. "You're all right."
"We're both alright." She answered you with the softest voice Katniss ever heard.
Later on you all gathered at the beach once again. Peeta and Beetee went of a bit further away on the beach, looking for some food. Johanna and you settled down on the edge of the beach away from the rest of the team, but still in their eyesight, and finally Katniss and Finnick sat down, learning against the trees.
"Are they together?" Katniss asked Finnick, breaking the silence. "Johanna and Y/N?"
"Yes." Finnick answered immediately, his sea-green eyes snapped to look at her gray ones. "They didn't really keep it a secret, it was private. Only Mags, Annie, Haymitch and I knew really. They wanted to keep it in the close circle of friends."
"I've never seen Johanna act like that before," Katniss quietly murmured as she processed this new information that Finnick told her. "It was quite terrifying."
"Yeah, well," Finnick couldn't help himself as he chuckled playfully at her confession. "Johanna loves her so much. It is terrifying, honestly." He, however, continued on a more serious note. "Y/N won her games a year before Johanna. She helped her when she was going through tough times after she went out of the arena. Johanna lost her family. Y/N is the only thing that she lives for, now. She said it herself when I gave her, correction," Finnick held his finger up in the air, noting that he expressed himself wrongly. "Tried, key word tried, to give her I'm-her-older-protective-brother-so-you-better-not-hurt-her speach."
"And how did that turn out?" Katniss couldn't help but to ask, given how Johanna was she knew that his answer was going to be good.
"Oh, she smacked me across the head." Finnick smiled and Katniss found herself laughing at his answer just like she expected to.
Finnick and Katniss gazed to the couple that was still knee deep in the water, arms wrapped around each other as you sat in between Johanna's legs, your back leaning against her front.
"I'm glad that they have each other," Katniss spoke her thoughts out loud. "Even though they are so different they just seem to fit so well with one another."
"Definitely."
"What the hell are you two gossiping about?" Johanna called out causing you to giggle softly as you spoke.
"Yeah! And why the hell didn't you invite us?!"
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No walls
(Tw sa)
I feel this shiver running through my body, as if the weight of the world is slowly crushing me. The cold air surrounds me, a constant reminder of the emptiness within me. And yet, there is a lingering heat that embraces me, the type of warmth that suffocates rather than comforts. It touches me everywhere, leaving no part of me untouched.My hair, once meticulously styled, now sits in disarray. It mirrors the chaos within me, a reflection of the shattered pieces of my soul. That coldness that once haunted me now feels like a distant memory, a distant pain that I have learned to numb.But it is the heat that burns me, the flames that dry up my tears, leaving only a desolate wasteland where emotions used to reside. The constant production of tears seems futile, as if my body is trying to cleanse itself from the sliminess and disgust that has seeped into my existence.In his arms, I find no solace, only a reminder of the trust I foolishly placed in someone who saw me as nothing more than a joke. I was an easy target, a naive little girl who believed the manipulative lies woven by his sinister tongue. How did it happen? How did I, a person once considered intelligent and cunning, find myself reduced to such vulnerability?My anger consumes me, fueled by the regret of having allowed myself to be deceived. The hatred that fills me threatens to overflow, like a dam ready to burst. It is the straw that broke the camel's back, the final blow that shattered my illusion of strength.As I dig my nails into his back, I feel a strange mix of pain and pleasure. The red spots left behind serve as a testament to my suffering, a physical manifestation of the anguish within me. They are red, just like the cold blood that courses through my veins, and just like the blood that I will shed.But why? This question gnaws at the corners of my mind, a relentless torment that refuses to offer an answer. How could my body betray me, not reacting to this violation with the defense it should? Could it be that, deep down, I find some sick satisfaction in this brutality? The thought disgusts me, and yet it persists.In the end, I realize that I am not as smart or as intelligent as I once believed. I am simply a piece of meat, stripped of my humanity and reduced to a vessel for someone else's pleasure. No longer am I Elisa or Lunix, cherished individuals with dreams and aspirations. I am merely a lewd body, meant to be used and discarded.The pain cuts deep, as I understand that I will never be seen as a person in bed, but rather as an incubator for children. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, a reminder of the injustice and objectification that women endure daily. We become victims of a society that normalizes and perpetuates rape culture, a label that they slap onto us without remorse.And so, as they leave me alone in the darkness, I am left to melt away like a used candle, forgotten and discarded. Because in this world, we are all just objects, subject to the whims and desires of those in power. We become invisible, our voices silenced, reduced to nothing more than the derogatory names they call us.I am not just L.Meat, I am the collective pain of countless individuals who have suffered and continue to suffer in a world that ignores their cries. Sluts, they say. Chained like prisoners in this loop called everyday life.
lmao