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Soap is lucky he's pretty
also i rly rly wanted to draw some of my fav kortac guys :) yes ik kortac is a pmc and they dont have a colonel
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!! SPREAD THE WORD !!
Attention. I need help. Tw: Grooming
When I joined Tumblr as 15yr old back, my url @folkloregurl, this absolute asshole named Yasir Khan ( @old-school-romantics ) then in his twenties, pretended to be my friend, to be interested in my hobbies and life before gradually starting to engage me in his sick gutter acts.
He would send me explicit posts, thanks to Tumblr they were blurred because of my age, then forced me into disabling the option with his narcissism and would ask me “to sit on his lap” and roleplay with him as “his sister” and other times “as his student,”
Fifteen and no friends at all, to have the first few talks about my day before all those completely diminished and it was all about sexting.
One day he sent me his dick pic, to a fifteen year old who clearly didn't want to see it. Despite being pushed out of my limits, with an desperate plea I had told him not to send me anything explicit, he did it anyway.
To be noted, All this time, he knew i was fifteen. Infact he knew right from the start.
But still took great pleasure in everything above.
My online experience became so traumatic that I had to deactivate.
Only joined back with a new url after gaining some perspective and realising that what happened to me wasn't my fault, finding my solance in fanfictions and fandoms more than depending on anything else, especially these grown assholes who leech of little girls.
Now a month or so ago, he pretended to have found my handle again and tried to small talk. Being all so polite and thinking i hadn't grown up one bit.
Considering I was no longer naive I didn't immediately blocked him, and heard his petty lies.
He was coordinating the old bullshit again, trying to strike to small talk then making it back to about sex.
I didn't let him at all, but for the sake of my younger self i wanted to make him feel as much humiliated and ashamed as I felt in my own skin. Ofcourse the shame stayed with me, it doesn't go away just like that.
I wanted him to pay for his shameful acts.
What I learnt next was only that he is not only pedo, but fucking degraded misogynist. He compares his shitty acts with Palestine genocide. This asshole doesn't even measure up to any man. He is fucked in his head — his views about women are utterly disgusting.
Calling them stupid, dumb, whore, slut.
He has outright said, “a woman can be smarter than the whole town but she would ‘still’ be a woman”
When he realised he wouldn't be able to get me play little sister and any porn addicted fantasy, so he started to shame me for my fandom, for the fics i write or read, as if I should be the one feeling ashamed, as if I cornered and took advantage of 15 year old, as if I was a bloody pedo.
He has called me impure, bitch, dumb and other slurs because I didn't participate with his sexting.
I called him pedo and blocked him straight.
But a recent post of @romessence and similar experiences from @dumblr and other many blogs, I realised he is still harassing woman.
He has sent this to one of the users.

Abusing their families, abusing them with unimaginable slurs.
He talks about reposting while his posts are from pinterest. Adding misinformation — romantic madeup text over holocaust movies screencaps.
When I reblogged that post from @romessence with my harrasment experience, he filled my inbox with different different accounts.
I posted my experience in my safe community and guess what ?
@aahanna my mutual had similar experience with this creepo

To my horror, because this is heartbreaking, another user had similar experience when she was minor as well like me.

It is truly heartbreaking that Tumblr isn't a safe place anymore.
I am perceived for my fandom choices, exploitated when I was a literal child.
I can't see him out there pretending to be intellect when he has never ever read a single book in his life, has no respect for woman, innocent lives taken in genocide.
This sick pedo needs to put down. I am genuinely asking you to report him.
Here's the list of account and he has so so many. Please specifically report @melacholiacs which is his main account.

I am tagging some people who might understand me @iwillkeepyour-brittle-heart-warm @sunochanda @lilywalkers @dragonwithawolftattoo @mydarlingclaudia @sidollie @regulus-cannot-swim @herdarkangel @paapi @arun-armand-amadeo @monsterboyfriend @coolheadofficial @corvid007 @lxdymoon0357 @raine-ray @andreainlove @raindropsofloev @reticent-vampire @pleaseinsertwittyurl @bone-trash @rana-sentimental @mastikhor @chaliyaaa @thewisewill80sbyers
I don't want much guys just if you're able to report him because I can't see this pedo pretending to be a victim, I just can't.
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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.
Dear humanity,
Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉
Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.
Please Donate now:👇
https://www.gofundme.com/f/join-us-in-our-struggle-save-our-family-from-war-in-gaza
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Some sketches about ghosts healing journey…..
(Captain price would listen to his thoughts and calm him if he’s having bad dreams, and ghost would bond mich more with gaz imo)
(Also laswell would make him tea)
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My name is Abed.
I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔
The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚
Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️
I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍
If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨
Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏
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Hi there,
I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.
A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.
Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.
With deep gratitude,
@nadinfamily
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Hello,
I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿
I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏
💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.
Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨
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amelia is 0 years old and they Beat her Stomped on Her and Chained her up ….vicious.
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Simon never heard his father say sorry, or please, or thank-you, or I love you.
In their house, when his mama would put down hot, heavy casseroles, her skin damp with sweat, eyes darting for some sweet words, his father never said one word of thanks, let alone 'some'. Only waved his thick, impatient hand.
His father never took the plates to the sink. Never noticed when she stayed up at night to sort the screws by size and purpose—organizing the chaos he left behind just to find one damn hammer.
His father never said ‘please can you—’ only grunted with that bitter mouth, glared with those unkind eyes when he needed something.
Simon never heard him say I love you. And he couldn’t believe his eyes the day his father plucked out his baby brother from his mama's arm, and didn’t spare one glance for his Ma. She didn't deserved that, did she? Her weak frail body, cracked murmuring lips — she should be celebrated with adoration, comfort, love.
Love, and an infinite of it.
His father never sat beside her just to drink tea. Never told her about his day. Never asked about hers — what she did, or liked, or wanted. Never reached out his thumb, however calloused it was, to wipe away the sprout on her chin. That he was grateful she's next to him, that he loved her.
So when life happened, and Simon was left to pick up his pieces and place them in a way he wanted to be—he thought whomever he will be, anything, but his father.
Anything but him.
And then life happened again but this time it arranged itself in beautiful ways. Because you came with it this time. You and all your silly lovely ways, you who kissed your knee before resting your chin, you who cheered up catching up with fridge' light switching off, you so beautiful, so kind, made up of sundust. His sunshine — lighting up his world.
And God, he was so, so grateful. Every moment, every day !
“I love you,” he’d say the moment he wakes up next to you. Pressing his love on your lips, on your shoulder, on your neck.
“I love you,” when you spill milk in the morning daze and stare at it like it might disappear.
“I love you,” when he wipes your chin and kisses your forehead.
“I love you,” when he takes your hand in his and rubs it between his palm, why ? Because he'll spend his whole life keeping your hands warm than anything else.
“I love you.” because he loves, loves, and loves you so much that it hurts, so much that it heals, so much that it's everything sweet ever happened to him.
“I love you.” for all the ways his father failed, and Simon too, as a son, as a brother — failed to save his mama and lil' brother. I love you, because in loving you he is allowing himself to be loved.
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