#FAMI I LOVE YOU

[cherryvanillacokee]

NEW CHAINSAW MAN HORSEMEN JUST DROPPED

[dailyroguefort]

Today's Roguefort is: Concept Sketches!

Prunus dulcis you absolute monster

[charlie-boyfriend]

[angelfrogs]

LETS FUCKING GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[aliennazero]

💭 I will always be Yoshida and Fami fans no matter what. This is the feelings I get.

In my opinion, it would be kind of boring if they're just plain evil tbh. We know Fami seems to genuinely want to help her little sister, Yoru, to get stronger for prophecy and to achieve her goal in killing Chainsaw Man (Pochita). And half of us atleast agree that Yoshida is just doing his job to protect Denji. They both do their agendas in their own way, which may seems selfish, but it's for the sakes of our MCs at the end of the days.

We don't know for sure what kind of grander scheme they're in, or what kind of big politics/government agendas behind them for now. But I'm positive that they're just another chess pawns. They could be the strongest devil hunter and horsemen devil in Japan for now, but they're still teenagers, no matter how mature and unsettling they present themselves to be.

Maybe I'm just alone in this ground of beliefs, but it will make more sense one day, trust. Even if they're revealed to be on the bad side, I would still find their relationship with our MCs to be very fascinating in its own way.

Because in the end, it is an act out of love. Love for humanity. Love for foods. Love for your family. Love for your first "friend". And the list goes on.

Their "heart" was in the right place.

And that's what matters to me, the observer, the reader, the movie audience. I don't read CSM part two to expect 24/7 fluffy relationship, anyway.

[ocdhuacheng]

LESBIANS WE ARE SO BACK THO. THE CYCLE CONTINUES

[schoolhater]

I met this nice girl through my college friend. She's my friend's childhood best friend and I had heard so much about her so I was really excited to finally meet her. The three of us hung out at a stupid school-sponsored event into the late hours of the night, drinking soda and eating pizza and getting to know each other. At the end of it, she entered into a raffle and ended up winning free tickets to Disneyland. We celebrated and parted ways. It was the highlight of that semester.

A few months later, Israel began dropping bombs on her family home. I watched from afar as her entire life fell apart and her family was displaced and killed. Every time I asked how she was doing, she was doing bad.

In Palestine, as in a lot of places in the world, it is shameful to ask for money. A little bit after the war began, I passed a message along to her family offering to help raise funds for their evacuation, but they declined saying that they didn't want pity from anyone. Now it seems like they're running out of options.

My friend has already lost so much so please spare her the additional indignity of asking for help and not receiving it. I can't imagine how soul crushing it would be to do something you believe to be shameful and for your effort to go to waste.

Their goal is only $5000 and they've already raised ~$820, I don't see why we can't raise the full amount within the next week.

Verified by the fact that this is literally my IRL. DM me if u wanna see her Instagram or other contact info proving she's real. Tumblr is a rather unsafe place for Palestinians so I'd rather not publicize all her personal info but I've been pretty careful with the fundraisers I boost on this blog so I hope you can trust me here.

EDIT 08/24/24:

Thank you all so much for your support. You have no idea what it means to me after so many months of witnessing zionist attacks both online and off, to see so many people come together and commit to helping someone I care about without a single zionist comment. There’s nothing but love here.

My friend reached her goal early this morning and I even saw people encouraging others to keep donating because they realized her family would need more. I am truly moved by this incredible show of compassion from everyone.

As you can imagine, life in Gaza is becoming increasingly more expensive. My friend has raised her goal to $10000 - let’s keep this train going and get her there within a week 🙏

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[dutybcrne]

I like to think Dainsleif and Kaeya hooked up precisely ONCE bc Kae proposed it as a means of stress relief for them both after the fucken Revelation the man had given him and Dain only agreed Just This Once bc why tf not, if anyone can handle the Abyss energy plaguing him AND be less likely to run into him in near future, it ls Kae.

And then just mutually agreeing to never speak of it again. Unless-

[90-ghost]

Hello everyone i know you already did a lot to me and to my family I'm shy asking your help and your support but this family really need your support ( i know them in person) Mohamed is a hemophilia patient who needs access to medicine and to do surgery on his knees, his 11-year-old daughter also needs thigh surgery (she was supposed to do it outside Gaza in November but couldn't travel due to the border issues). I appreciate you guys and love you. Share it as u can.

[determinate-negation]

im posting this video on behalf of @fidaa-family2

fida is 29 year old woman currently trapped in gaza with her husband and two very young children. one of her children was born during the war and has only known the devastation and suffering of this genocide. please watch this video as it explains her situation. the conditions in gaza are horrible and get worse every day. its completely hostile to all life, especially for infants who need care and resources. imagine how would you feel if it was one of your loved ones living in these conditions? what would you do to help them? the people of gaza are not any less important than any other person in this world and deserve to live and i dont know how else to impress this to people. help this family survive genocide

please share and donate to this campaign, and if you cant donate yourself, share it with someone who can

there is more information on her blog but fida is the sister of @wafaaresh6 and @mohiy-gaza who are both verified

$8,695 raised of $30,000

[deadsetobsessions]

Ghost King Phantom was an odd addition to the League. J’onn was often the last to find others odd but from the get-go, Phantom was the only quiet spot he’d have in his telepathic field. At first, it was off putting as most of the people that slipped beyond the reach of his immediate field tended to be villains and the like. But as Phantom remained in the Justice League, J’onn had come to learn to appreciate the calm spot in the turbulent sea of his friends’ and coworkers’ thoughts.

“You have taken to me faster than the others. Why is that?”

Phantom hummed purringly, another peculiar sound that J’onn had yet to see any of his human or alien heroes recreate with any success. They sat at their usual spot, face facing the cosmos and backs guarded by their friends. Plus, J’onn and Phantom could look directly into the sun without painfully loosing their sight.

“I guess I’ve always been fond of the stars. Of space, and everything in it. What about you? Why did we become friends so fast?”

J’onn shook his head, a human motion he’d learned a long time ago to imitate. “No, we became slower friends than most, as my telepathic abilities allow for easier communication and understanding of one another’s motives. With the exception of Batman but I have found he is often the exception to most expectations.”

“That checks out,” King Phantom laughed. “Well, I’m glad we became friends. It’s very cool to meet a Martian. Space is one of my Obsessions, you see.”

J’onn nodded. “I see. I am sorry that I am the only Martian you will meet.”

“You are?”

J’onn nodded again, slower. Sadder. His facial muscles, in this form, does not imitate human patterns well and he knew that most people could not pick out his emotions without his verbal expression.

Intuition tells J’onn that Phantom knew regardless.

“Would you mind telling me what happened?” His voice is gentle, the emotions that Phantom pushes at him are gentle and questing, but not demanding. It has been a long time since anyone has asked him of memories he clung to. And so, J’onn J’onzz speaks in the way that was natural to him, the way his people communicated.

With his mental voice flowing into Phantom’s head, J’onn tells him of the wonders that used to be his home. He provided images and sounds of how his home shone as the sun rose, how the shadows that fell when the sun dipped beneath the horizon felt as comforting as a Martian’s first telepathic cradle. He tells Phantom of his twin brother, grief and agony entwined in the memories of someone he had loved. He spoke of his wife and their daughter, and their cozy home on the windswept plains of Mars.

King Phantom sat still with him as the Watch-Tower moved along, around a king and his friend who was recounting the stagnant grief of his past.

J’onn tells him of the virus, borne of his twin’s hatred, and how he watched everything around him burn. How he had desperately tried to prevent his wife and daughter from using their telepathic abilities. He spoke of his failures. He wove together a tapestry of insanity and grief, built upon the burning bodies of his wife and their beloved daughter. He tells Phantom how the Mars now was just ashes and dust of his former home. How he could not look upon the planet and not see the shades of his wife and daughter and parents and friends, walking upon a barren planet that no longer held anything familiar to the last Martian.

Phantom had hummed again, a soothing rumble. Sadness dripped from the edges of his consciousness.

“If it was not for the Doctor, I would be dead and shattered.” J’onn spoke for the first time in three hours. “It is… less painful to live. I have purpose.”

“I am glad that you are not either of those things.” Phantom stood. “Come with me. I have to show you something.”

J’onn trusted Phantom, and thus followed the king into the glowing green portal.

They flew past many doors, Phantom often glancing at him before shaking his head and changing directions.

They stopped at a door that felt familiar. J’onn knew it from somewhere.

“Go ahead, open the door. But know that you can’t stay long. You don’t belong to this realm quite yet. Not for quite a while.” Phantom moves, hand gesturing towards the door without a knob.

“How..?”

“How else? You have telekinesis, don’t you?”

J’onn blinked. Right. He opened the door and- oh.

The door warped with the screaming storm of grief and love and oh-how-I’ve-missed-you that J’onn unleashed.

Because there in front of him were M’yri’ah and K’hym, his wife and daughter.

The door was an imitation of his home, back when he had not known true loss.

“Impossible,” he stumbled back.

“You are in the realm of the dead. You didn’t think the title of the Ghost King was for fun, did you, J’onn?” Phantom smiled and- a move J’onn would definitely engage in petty payback for, later after he’d gotten over the shock- pushed him flying right into the room.

M’yri’ah and K’hym cradled him with telepathic swirls of love and husband!-dad!-love-love-love-safe!

And J’onn shuddered and gathered the his world in his arms to say goodbye.

——

[abdallahblog0]

I need a minute of your time, please read my story and don't ignore it.🥹❤️🇵🇸

I created my campaign about a month and a half ago but unfortunately I didn't expect it to be this bad, I expected to get a lot of love and support, it's unfortunate that someone asks for money in this way but we have no other way to escape the war

581$/30,000$

Remember: $5 is not a small amount and helps me a lot.

The first and most important goal of war is to escape from war and go to safety (go to a place where at least basic materials are available, water, food, electricity, medicine, safety).

The second goal, no less important than the second goal, I was a university student and I built dreams in my imagination and I was planning for my future but all of that ended once the war started, I wanted to study medicine, my university was destroyed and thus my dreams were destroyed with it

You are the one reading this message, you can change my life and you can't imagine how happy I will be when you help me

My campaign has been verified by 3 people.

1. @90-ghost LINK VITTED

2. @heba-20 LINK VITTED

3. LINE 315 LINK VITTED

You can donate to me through

(Remember that your money will reach me in full 100%)

1.GFM

2.PAYPAL

3.GOGETFUNDING

(My old campaign but it still works)

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[hazempalestine]

I asked my brother to send me pictures of our home to see how it looked after the destruction. Among the photos he sent, one stood out to me—a picture of my little brother sitting amidst the rubble, drawing the Palestinian flag. Despite the devastation surrounding him, his only focus was on our homeland.

This image renewed my sense of hope and resilience, reminding me that our love for our country remains strong despite all the challenges.

As I look at this picture, I am reminded of the strength and spirit of my family, even in the face of the harsh conditions they are enduring. But they need more than just resilience to survive. They need help.

I have launched a GoFundMe campaign to help my family leave Gaza and secure a safer future. Your support can make a real difference in their lives. Please consider donating and sharing the campaign so we can bring them to safety.

€8,830 raised of €50,000 goal

We are now very close to reaching the second goal of my campaign, with €8,830 of 10,000. This brings us closer to securing the safety of my younger brother and sister.

Thank you so much for your generosity and for helping us keep hope alive.

[a-shade-of-blue]

Bracelets for Hazem’s Family!

I am organizing this handmade bracelet raffle in order to raise funds for Hazem's family. Due to my geographical restrictions, I can only mail the bracelets to addresses in the UK. Donate a minimum of €5 to enter the raffle! I will count each €5 as an entry, so if you donate €10, you will be entered twice. The deadline for entering this raffle is 25 September, 2024. I have made 4 bracelets, so there will be 4 winners. The bracelets are all handmade by me, and bracelets A, B and C have real freshwater pearls in them!!

Please fill in this Google form in order to enter the raffle: https://forms.gle/uCGnBB99QNSXChDC7

Hazem's Tumblr Account: @hazempalestine

Hazem's campaign has been vetted by el-shab-hussein. This campaign is listed as #281 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi. He is also a friend of Bilal-Salah0.

Hazem is a dentistry student who moved to Belgium in 2018 for his studies. Since then, he has not been able to see his family in Northern Gaza. His parents, his four brothers and one sister are in the Jabalia refugee camp. Their home has been bombed and destroyed.

The area his family is staying at was recently bombed and he had lost contact with them when it was happening. He was really really worried, but thankfully they survived and he managed to contact them the next day. Imagine knowing the place your loved one is staying is being bombed, and not being able to reach them! Imagine being so far away, watching all the horrors happening on the news, and not knowing if your loved ones are ok!

We have been chatting a lot lately and he is a really lovely person. He even offered to help me with my dissertation, and that was like just after he managed to contact his family after the bombing. He is trying to raise funds to evacuate his 7 family members (his parents, four brothers, and his sister), so he has to raise a total of €50,000. He aims to reach his next goal of €10,000 by Sunday in order to evacuate his sister.

Currently €7,842��raised of €50,000 target!

Please share/reblog and donate if you are able to! I thank you in advance for supporting!

(p.s. Please direct message me if you have any problems filling in the Google Form)

[thebearer]

Ugh I love your writing 🫶🫶 could you do something where the reader and Carmen have that asshole to everyone but his partner trope 🫶like the staff see how he acts around the reader when they drop by to see him during his lunch break and they’re in shock ?

yes yes yes!! I feel like that's such a good trope for him!!

"Guys, what did I tell you? House keeping, please, fuck!" Carmen yelled, running a frustrated hand through his hair, a chorus of "yes, chef!" following him.

"Hey, Carmy," Neil puffed, carrying the ladder towards the bathroom. "Your girl's in your office."

Carmen's eyes lit up, frustration dissipated at the sound that you were here, waiting for him- surprised him. "Thanks, Neil." Carmen grumbled, non-slip shoes padding across the floor, rounding the corner with an announcement, slipping into the office.

There you were, sitting in the chair, legs propped up on his desk, lazily flicking through recipes. "Hey," Carmen greeted, lips curling when he shut the door behind him. "What're you doin' here? I didn't know you were stopping by."

You spun towards him, feet clomping on the ground at the movement, a tiny smirk on your lips. "Came to see you." You hummed. "Thought I'd take up your offer tonight and come have family with you."

"Yeah?" Carmen's eyes lit up, bright and excited- still a little bashful, even after all the time you'd been together. "That's nice, real nice. I'm glad you came, baby."

You giggled, flinging the recipes on the desk, hands cupping either side of his head to pull him closer when he ducked down for a kiss. Your lips slotted over his, hands sliding through his hair to push him further into you. Carmen laughed into the kiss, hands reaching for your jaw, tilting your head up towards him.

"Stand up," Carmen muttered, lips moving against yours.

You obliged, switching places with him so he was in the chair, you straddling his waist. Your arms looped around his neck, his on your back, the other cradling your ass, sliding and squeezing over the fatty flesh there.

"Hey, cousin, time for fami- oh!" Richie recoiled, slamming the door just as quickly as he opened it. "Oh, for fuckssake, lock the door if you're gonna be nasty! Christ!"

"How about you knock!" Carmen shouted back, cheeks tinging with the red tint of embarrassment. You bit your lip, biting back a laugh. Carmen glared at you lightly. "That's not funny."

"It's a little bit funny, Carmy." You grinned, gently petting down a stray curl tugged out of place. "Like a teeny tiny bit." You pressed your fingers together for emphasis, ignoring his light snort of laugher.

"Richie's runnin' his mouth in there, you know that right?" Carmen muttered, hands smoothing sweetly down your waist.

You shrugged. "He always is."

"Yeah," Carmen laughed. "You're right about that, c'mon." He patted your ass lightly for you to get up. You grabbed his hands, tugging him lightly out of his chair, swinging your arms between the two of you.

"Who cooked tonight?" You asked, arms looped around his waist, padding down to the back room.

"Sydney." Carmen replied, grinning at your hum of satisfaction.

"Oh, everyone avert your fucking eyes, here they come." Richie announced loudly, turning to the table before him. "Cousin, that was fuckin' quick, eh?"

"Shut up." Carmen rolled his eyes, annoyed, pushing past Richie. He ignored the snickers from Tina, placing a hand on your back, pulling your chair out for you.

"Here, baby, you want a pop or somethin'?" Carmen asked you in a hushed tone, reaching to grab a glass from the spaces behind him.

"I'll just do water." You nodded towards the pitcher in the middle.

"Sure. You want lemon?" Carmen asked, pushing your hand away lightly when you went to pour your glass, a simple "I got it" that shouldn't have made you as flustered as it did. You blamed the make out session that got cut short.

Tina's eyes cut to Richie, watching the two of you whisper gently. Carmen looked relaxed, shoulders not tensed and eyes not darting. No, he was calm when he talked to you... maybe even sweet? The smiles he gave you certainly were.

Tina shrugged lightly at Richie, a smug, knowing smile on her face.

[ocdhuacheng]

wtf @ the new csm chapter