#did i build an entire house for this

[catharsim]

🌱 - Outdoor Area

[charcubed]

THERE'S NOTHING LIKE YOU & I a Good Omens season 2 playlist

Quiet, gentle, romantic, and a little bit devastating – roughly in story order. For being lonely together across 6,000 years and aching for the freedom to love.

On Spotify Here

(Previous editions: Soft To Be Strong – Good Omens season 1 | Crowley/Aziraphale upbeat song dump)

[yume-fanfare]

current state of mitsukou is really interesting to me because kou is currently. really deeply in love, cares about mitsuba more than anything else and is traumatized enough that he's not going to get over this ever, while mitsuba is going through the normal stages of a crush. at the same time, kou is unaware of the nature and magnitude of his feelings because he's too stressed, while mitsuba does know that kou loves him

[gender-euphowrya]

successful internet personality constantly feeling the gaze of the "THE RISE AND FALL OF ___" video essayists just waiting for them to slip up and crash for content for their next 4 hour video

[hurryupmerlin]

"Hey Chicken, how's the house buying going?" you ask, friendly.

I immediately throw up on your shoes and collaps into a sobbing heap.

[m00ngbin]

Ok I will admit that that was the most fun I've had researching something more academic ever. Ronda Spain is actually so interesting

Just so you know in the tags I meant to say halves not halfs I just don't feel like retyping everything

[moonlitkilljoy]

@giftober 2022 | day 3: scenery/locations

9 recurring locations from The Venture Bros. Season 6

[britneyshakespeare]

i just subbed a kindergarten class two days in a row and the best thing about that is. this friday night sleep is gonna fuckin HIT

[mai-sau]

“Aren’t you the lucky one?”

húrin is blessed with some melkor quality time <3 in this @gatesofsummerexchange gift for my dear partner @outofangband! 

this month has been filled with secrecy and shenanigans trying to keep this hush-hush and I’m so excited to finally post the surprise!! love you darling link to full image here on ao3

[carpakoi]

spent two hours building a house for a sim im not playing with more than once

[lyfeward]

but yes thinking once again about the Chantry taking the de Serault ancestral mask, the implications on the world-building, and how that effectively traps them in their marquisate

[nexus-nebulae]

being adhd driving through an old hometown like *the fuck is that. the fuck is tha- when did that get there??? the fuck is that*

[bookwyrminspiration]

The apartment next door. Cerulean tiles. Large french windows opening onto a balcony with string lights hanging from the railing. The smell of turmeric. Decorative plates on the wall. An open laptop on the dining table, playing 'Sweet Child Of Mine'. Old looking stuffed animals with mismatched button eyes sitting in a row on the couch. Pictures of dogs in costumes on the bathroom wall. A basket of folded laundry outside the bedroom door. Who lives here, Quil?

That depends on who sees the inhabitant, for every set of eyes will find something different to bring to life in that gentle home. It's a matter of perspective, after all.

When I look inside, I see a faerie living unsuspected and undetected, exploring the world outside the forest and finding comfort in the exciting. Their gossamer wings are hidden with a glamour, a simple trick taught to them young by a sly fox. Only when they stand in the sun can you see faint glimmers along the contours of their shape, but you'll brush it off as a trick of the light and make a joke about how they look like magic brought to life.

The windows are always open and the curtains blow in the faint breeze, the lights continuing into the house. They don't use lamps or ceiling lights, just soft fairy lights all along the walls and across the ceiling; the name makes them smile, but no one ever quite knows why.

Plants and spices adorn the kitchen, ingredients and herbs they use in poultices when they're alone, though perhaps they'll slip a spring into your purse when you visit, a hint of mischief in their eyes.

Pieces of their origin are mixed alongside the new joys they've found in this world. Stuffed animals with eyes made from buttons of an old shirt they brought with them from home, decorative plates with a theme of forests and things a little too fantastical to be real. Mushrooms and deer and waterfalls and homes built into trees. They claim they find it cute, that's all.

They dance to the songs they put on, moving in circles with a rhythm no one else quite knows, head tossed back, flowers tucked into their hair for the fun of it. With curls that kinky it'd be a shame not to decorate their afro, though at times they braid it back and wrap an embroidered cloth around. The pattern of the stitches seems vaguely familiar to you, like it means something, but each time you're close to figuring it out it slips away.

The dogs in costumes are endearing to all who see them, but the faerie smiles in secret about how they took the photos. How the things listened attentively to their every word and posed themselves, eager to please. Those who invite them over to their own home always comment on how readily their own pets love them, mistrusting creatures attaching themselves to them without question. They laugh and say they've always been good with animals, and for a moment there's a strange lilt to their words, something more.

The house is always open to the light and to the energy of friends and people and excitement and adventure and mischief. The bedroom is painted a deep green and the rug is threaded with flower designs like a forest floor, a pile of clothes all swaying and flowing and so soft to the touch.

When you ask me who lives in this here, I think it's a curious faerie. One stepping out to learn what there is beyond their forest. So far, they've found, the lady next door with the greying hair and lovely broomstick makes sweets that taste like magic, that taste like home.

[our-lady-of-mcr]

everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn

[esyra]

After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.

Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.

Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.

By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.

When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.

Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.

Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky—she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.

Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive—I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.

For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.

Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.

That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years—get used to it!

So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.

People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.

Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."

They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.

Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.

[blujayonthewing]

adore our lovely tree-filled back yard but also want to garden, wailing and gnashing teeth etc