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susie’s feelings towards ralsei not being “real” (existing differently in the real world, just an illusion with thoughts and feelings) show how she’d feel about being in a video game. even if she isn’t “real” in the sense that she only exists as a video game character, that doesn’t matter because she has thoughts and feelings. she knows she’s sentient and doesn’t care that she isn’t “real”.

this reminds me of whole “not caring” and the different ways you can not care in deltarune show with gerson, spamton and jevil.

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i feel like a kris vs susie boss fight may happen in the weird route, with how susie contradicts the prophecy and how the weird route is the prophecy (that’s how i see it at-least).

also one deltarune detail i really thought was interesting was ralsei continuously viewing himself as unimportant due to his existence (or non existence in his mind) while also making himself a literal OBJECT for the player to use. aka stool ralsei, horse ralsei, and him after you fight his dummy saying that if kris wants to at any time, they can hit him.

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dating RJ Macready headcanons (RJ Macready x fem reader)

• He leaves you for Fuchs

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Hannibal, 2013, dir. Guillermo Navarro

S01E09 Trou Normand

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🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨

I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.

My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.

💔 The war took everything from us.

In just moments, my entire world collapsed.

My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.

My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.

Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.

We used to live a simple life.

We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.

Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.

Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.

Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.

This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.

We are now struggling to afford even the basics:

A home, food, medicine, and safety.

Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.

Even $10 💵 can help us:

Buy food for the children 🍞

Get essential medicine for my father 💊

Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥

Give them a small sense of safety

If you can’t donate, you can still help.

🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.

You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.

We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.

🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.

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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

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nightmare blunt rotation

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metamorphosis 𓆸 ﾟ: *

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆hannibal nbc as littlest pet shops⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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Very very urgent

New evacuations Where do I go? Me or my children Where do I go I barely have a tent Where do I go Please help me with the attached link or share the link I know this means a lot to me

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Harrison Wood Hsiang

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You can't convince me that he's not a neurodivergent butch lesbian in her 20's mentally intable with no friends

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girls be like “i know a place” and then take you here

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hey! donate to uk trans charities today because it’s gonna be a rough one