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hear me out

bayonetta!mc but the lads are the demons she summons

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Hello, I'm Asmaa from north Gaza.

https://chuffed.org/project/129260-urgent-please-help-asma-and-shahd-to-survive-this-genocide

I come from a lifeless neighborhood with no color other than the color of blood and destruction.

I was born in 1991.

I'm a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I'm the youngest.

My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.

I worked in a private job.

I received a salary that covered my and my mother's expenses as much as possible.

We were happy until the war came.

The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.

Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing.

My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.

My brothers Mahmoud and Ashraf stayed behind.

We were displaced several times because I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.

During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced along the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape...

Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers, the apple of my eye, Mahmoud and Ashraf. Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who grieve, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without a farewell, without a kiss on their foreheads, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us and protect us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better and dignified life. I appeal to you to help me support myself, my mother, my loved ones, and my family. What you provide makes a difference in our lives as individuals.

We live in a world that has forgotten the meaning of humanity and giving. May God bless you all.

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I want it to be known that ok another blog I was praying rafayel got the water gun one like posting art of it within 30 minutes before it was released 😭 I deleted it because the art wasn’t good but I failed 💔 my baby and the water gun 😭 it’s okay. Princess carrying my husband instead

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Urgent Appeal 🥊

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

Please don’t let me down 🙏❤️‍🩹

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"I am Youssef, an 18-year-old young man, and my dreams and hopes vanished in an instant. My family’s house in Khan Yunis was destroyed, and I found myself and my family living in a displacement camp in Deir al-Balah, under the scorching sun, inside a tent swaying in the wind. I wake up every morning to the sounds of waves crashing on the shore, but they no longer mean anything to me—they only remind me of the freedom we lost and the life we once had..."

Hello everyone! As of writing this, Youssef is at $3,877 out of his EXTREMELY ACHIEVABLE $15,000 goal. He has only gotten eight don@tions in the past day. Youssef is asking for $15,000 to support himself and his family, mainly for medicine, shelter, and food, which are hellishly scarce as a manifestation of Israel's genocide. He is only 18 and he is responsible for his family's SURVIVAL. Please take the time to read Youssef's own words on his GFM page, as well as on his tumblr account, @yousefjehad3 . Read them, stare at them, process them. Let them truly sink in. Then, go to his fundr@iser and DON@TE. Every single coin you can spare counts, because everyone's small contributions will snowball into a massive one. None of these fundr@isers reached their goal because of one loaded don0r. It was always a group effort.

And, whether or not you're able to d0nate - SHARE, with your family, your friends, your groupchats, your tumblr followers, so that someone who can will have the chance to see it! If you are on Tumblr, you are able to reblog.

Don't ever think your contributions are useless. They provide material help and are expressions of care during impossibly dire times. Palestinians quantifiably cannot afford your apathy.

Youssef's GFM is vetted. He is shown on line 255 on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundr@iser List by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi.

(btw, I've heard that it's not a good idea to tag posts like this with terms such as correctly-spelled 'don@tions,' which is why I'm spelling things as such. I encourage you to refrain from tagging your reblogs with these terms just in case..)

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Hello, I'm Asmaa from north Gaza.

https://chuffed.org/project/129260-urgent-please-help-asma-and-shahd-to-survive-this-genocide

I come from a lifeless neighborhood with no color other than the color of blood and destruction.

I was born in 1991.

I'm a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I'm the youngest.

My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.

I worked in a private job.

I received a salary that covered my and my mother's expenses as much as possible.

We were happy until the war came.

The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.

Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing.

My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.

My brothers Mahmoud and Ashraf stayed behind.

We were displaced several times because I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.

During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced along the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape...

Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers, the apple of my eye, Mahmoud and Ashraf. Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who grieve, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without a farewell, without a kiss on their foreheads, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us and protect us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better and dignified life. I appeal to you to help me support myself, my mother, my loved ones, and my family. What you provide makes a difference in our lives as individuals.

We live in a world that has forgotten the meaning of humanity and giving. May God bless you all.

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Urgent Appeal 🥊

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

Please don’t let me down 🙏❤️‍🩹

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Just saw a video on insta saying there’s rumors Rafayel will be the only fully clothed one on the beach banner. NO 🙅 PLEASEE. Let it just be rumors. Pleaseeee 😭

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perhaps a little ooc but I wanted to see him with some more piercings 🌝

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⚠️Please Help my children ‼️

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #641 )✅️

Please donate and share

Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah Jaafar, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Multimedia. I used to have a beautiful family; I’m married and have four children, and my wife is pregnant.

I previously worked at a multimedia company, but because of the war, I lost my job, my home, my car, and now I have no place to live or work.

During the war, we were forced to evacuate more than four times. Each time, we had to leave everything behind without taking any of our personal belongings.

I live in northern Gaza.

We were displaced to southern Gaza, then to Deir al-Balah, then to Rafah, and now we live in an uninhabitable tent that is not suitable for living.

My daughter Rahaf was martyred in the war due to Israeli airstrikes. Now I have Iman, Malak, Basel, and my wife is in her seventh month of pregnancy.

Please, I am in desperate need of your help just to provide food and water for my children.

I lost my home and we have become homeless."

Please donate and share

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an ever expanding comprehensive list of autistic shit we know about zayne

because for some reason I have become the autistic zayne propagandist of tumblr so here we go

tried to waddle like a penguin as a child. also knows everything about penguin mating rituals apparently.

his love language is clearly an imitation of penguin behaviors (penguins give stones to express devotion, he gives candies to express that he cares because he literally can't say things like a normal person. hes a fucking autistic penguin)

can apparently tell every kind of flower apart by SCENT

rejection sensitivity so high he became a heart surgeon after he accidentally caused one (1) injury and tried to resign after he was FALSELY accused of malpractice

when you touch a part of his body he names a fact about that body

refers to your body parts by their full scientific names all the time

in his myth, the majority of books in his GIANT LIBRARY TOWER were about jasmines. where the fuck did he even FIND those

as a child he tried to comfort MC by leaving an unexplained and unnanounced box of snowballs vaguely shaped like seals at her doorstep. note that this was an entire box full of them like where did he even come up with this

during the "meet the parents" thing in the cafe interactions he's the only LI to very aggressively avoid eye contact during the entire dialogue

he obviously has a safe food (dessert) and a very unsafe food (carrots)

in the caleb five big booms arc, zayne gave hands down the most contextually weird explanation of anything I have ever seen, gave mc a pep talk (in the most monotone voice since amazon echo, mind you) out of NOWHERE, then slid mc an ipad looking thing (only mentioning it was willed to her by her dead grandma, not mentioning AT ALL that it contained life changing information, nor that grandma josephine actually asked him to take care of her after her death) and a candy. this man is the social interactions final boss

we learn in the wedding card story that during med school he struggled with executive function when it came to taking care of himself properly, basically lived off the bare necessities for survival etc. it could just be depression/exhaustion but from the phrasing of it it sounds like a deeper issue

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Despite seeming somewhat averse to eye contact, he also holds rigid rules about eye contact being a necessary part of politeness

His students say he is strict, which again highlights rigid rule-following

One of his regularly commented on character traits is that he seems cold and robotic.

His jokes often concern and terrify people instead of making them laugh (such as in his A Pure White Heart Anecdote)

His social habits and rigid rule following frequently cause him difficulty in his relationships (romantic and otherwise) as well as his career.

In the meet MC's family interaction he also explicitly says "im a picky eater" for his flaws

when he was a kid he wanted to fly but he already knew why humans couldn't fly so instead he tried to decrease his bone density. (it's giving me as a kid bc i knew babies were made with a sperm and egg but i didn't know HOW those two met so I asked my mother in complete terror whether my dad was in her tummy like me. like fully in her stomach)

GUYS GIVE ME MORE CANON AUTISTIC STUFF TO FILL IN IK IM FORGETTING STUFF

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your f/o will nuke a transphobe for you, by the way

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flower crowns

sylus x gender neutral reader. super short drabble. fluff with a light angst. second person pov, no y/n. transfem sylus with she/her pronouns. flower crown making. brief dragon sylus via memories. not beta read or really proofread

wc : 651

ive had this in my drafts since before sylus’ birthday banner was even announced im way too behind in all my writing project honestly. divider credit

No matter how many years it would ever take, Sylus would always remember laying beside them in that field.

It was something so soft and unheard of that it forever stood out in her memory. It wasn’t real. That was the most fragile part. None of it was. It wasn’t real and it mattered all the same, a shared fantasy between the two of them. A beautiful dream, that was wistful and haunting to remember what it was like.

You would cup her almost crudely made hands in your own carefully, showing her with precision how to make a flower crown, weaving each flower between each of them, making necklaces and bracelets, crowns and tucking stray flowers between her scales. Regardless of how bastardized, gnarled hands could still be gentle. You’d show her.

Perhaps the many who had come to her 108 times to make attempts upon her life would find it pathetic. A dragon of her capabilities reduced to something more gentle and affectionate. A flower crown atop her head and the gentle warmth of a weight, leaned into her chest.

But the one who made an attempt on her life that truly mattered understood. Soft meadows rustling in the breeze, and the rougher plants were scratching across your ankles when you ran through them. But you didn’t feel the sting, and that’s how you knew it wasn’t real.

Somewhere across time and life spans, universe and life itself there was the N109 Zone. Where Sylus lay out on her bed, and just in every lifetime, you were with her too.

She reached up to cup your face, it was a lazy contentedness.

“I have a vase of flowers down the hall that’s going to start wilting any day now,” she remarked softly. She started adding flowers in vases amongst the base ever since you had started visiting. Everything felt so much more lived in the more nights you spent there. You seemed to seep into the very seams of the base, but it went further it always seemed. “I’ve seen many different beautiful ways to make flower crowns with them. Do you know how to make them?” It was a gentle prodding at such a touchy subject. Something so sickeningly sweet in her mind but was tainted sour with reality.

And you could only try your hardest to wrack your brain, something about this felt so awfully familiar, but it came back almost entirely blank. “I haven’t gotten to make them with those kinds of flowers before,” you said in conclusion.

“You know how to though?”

“I think so. I don’t remember how or when but I remember making flower crowns once for someone. That must have been a very long time ago.”

Your fingers scratched idly at her scalp, she had been growing out her hair a bit, it was soft under your palms and her eyes drifted shut lazily with a hum, she could feel the tears pricking in her eyes. Everything was so close and yet so far. “That sounds nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. That sounds beautiful.”

“Sylus?” You would ask quietly after a moment.

“Mhm?”

“We should find a meadow out of the N109 Zone. There are some beautiful ones with so many different kinds of flowers. We could make a picnic out of it.” It was randomly said, but it was spoken from somewhere deep inside. A seemingly random request but it didn’t come from thin air, it was gently dislodged from the heart, placed into your hands.

“If that’s what you’d like, then of course,” she said softly, taking your hand in hers, kissing the palm of your hand with gentle practiced movement, as if she’s done it a million times before, right before placing your hand over the area near her steadily beating heart. Even when it ached in a way that couldn’t be fixed, only you could truly ever touch her there.

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um. meow or whatever (ignore that it’s unfinished I’m lazy)

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Just a silly quirky lil wip c:

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i might be late but hey :D

gah i’m so tired and i gotta go back to studying ANYWAYS GRADUATION IS NOT EVEN IN 2 WEEKS IM SHITTING MYSELF

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A bond everlasting