lee-ze
adult || Still alive too.
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“Only at the very last moment can Aglaea and Anaxa finally break down the barriers between them.”
What is my sister’s fault? Why must this be her life? She doesn’t remember our house. She doesn’t remember her cat who was killed by the bombs. She doesn’t remember feeling warm during the winter. All the good things in her life came and went before her brain could form memories. From her point of view, life has always been this genocide. Gaza has always been destroyed. Home has always been one room with no windows and infested by rodents.
Please help me provide for her. She’s had a high fever for the past few days and the blockade is back. The bombs are starting to drop again. This is going to be so hard and I can’t do this alone.
We are so close to our final goal, please, anything can make a difference even if it’s just sharing!
PLEASE DONATE HERE
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You can only reblog this today.
happy wash your fucking water bottle wednesday
They're assassinating my character... But it is way *too* in character.
So it's fine I guess.
Spin this wheel of ~300 AO3 tags three times.
boop!!!!!!!!
Yes. I do enjoy the practice. Thank you fervently.
I, of course, boop back.
really helpful technique ^ once you know how to divide by halves and thirds it makes drawing evenly spaced things in perspective waaay easier:
Hello,,
My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.
Beloved of my heart (Bakr)
Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.
My House before...
Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..
The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.
Our beautiful memories.. :(
We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.
Baker used to play with his dog.
Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.
With deepest gratitude,
Ashraf & the Family
happy Thursday the 20th
you have just been green fairy jumpscared send this photo to seven more people in the next five minutes or you will be forced to listen to lady gaga until you go insane
Mmm.
Insanity²?
Touch Starved
Character who:
instinctively flinches away from the first offer of contact
pulls back before their friend/partner can touch them, recoiling like a scared animal,
then stews in regret about the instinctive movement for days afterward, thinking about the missed opportunity,
wishing they could go back and accept it
wishing they could find a way to muster up the courage to ask for it
hungry for even a trace of contact, following their friend/partner around with silent, begging eyes, needing it so badly but unable to form the words for the request...
and then finally being hugged by surprise as someone comes up from behind them and wraps their arms around them
it feels so good, they can't even breathe for a moment,
tears prickle in their eyes the moment the other person pulls away
wait, they can barely whisper,
but this time their friend/partner hears them, wraps them in their arms, and doesn't let go for the longest time -
and this time, when their friend tries to disentangle themselves, the touch-starved character grabs onto their shirt or arms and holds on, too tight to allow them to pull away again. They're not about to let go of this ever again, now that they've finally found it.
Thank you 🫵☹️. I am awfully happy from your existence, wishing you nothing but the sweetest of life.
@rieuvie 's day of birth. Rejoice. 🧎
@rieuvie 's day of birth. Rejoice. 🧎
May you one day, conquer the battlefield.
The room will be your kingdom in the most random hours of night, perhaps.
o7
living in a household where you have way too many family members and only one room you share is like survival
It definitely encapsulated what she feels like.
guys if i slandered a certain writer would i get.... um.... unfollowed....
guys if i slandered a certain writer would i get.... um.... unfollowed....
Hey
You’ve been recruited at Rhodes Island
Generate a random noun here, that’s your Operator codename