I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND SO MUCH IT IS BEYOND COMPREHENSION
Yes y’all I know I’ve hardly written any but I’m cooking right now I swear
YESSSSS
Hello, friends,
My name is Mohammed, and I’m reaching out from a place of unimaginable hardship. My family, like so many others in Gaza, is struggling to survive each day. The conflict has taken a heavy toll on our lives, leaving us to face a grim reality, our home has been destroyed, and we are left with nowhere safe to go. 😔
I am the father of three beautiful children, and as a parent, nothing is more painful than watching your kids grow up surrounded by fear and destruction. Mira, Bakr, and Maria are the light of my life, but they’ve never known the joy of running through a park without fear, or playing freely like children should. 💔
We’ve reached a point where staying here is no longer an option. The walls that once sheltered us now stand in ruins, and hope for a safe future is fading fast. We dream of rebuilding, not just our home, but our lives,somewhere free from the daily fear of war, where my children can sleep peacefully and smile again. 🕊️
But we need your help to make this dream a reality. Your support means more than just money, it’s a lifeline. It's a chance for us to begin again.
Every Act of Kindness Brings Us Closer to Safety. Your compassion can help us escape this nightmare. We are asking for your support, no matter how small, to help us start fresh, away from the violence, away from the rubble, and toward a place where my family can heal and grow. Every dollar you contribute is a step toward hope. 🙏
Thank you for standing with us in these difficult times. Your kindness can help us rebuild our lives and find peace again. ❤️🩹
With sincere gratitude,
Mohammed and Family
No because as a writer/artist and someone who consumes media with the intention of actually paying attention and looking into the characters themes, etc, things like this are incredibly annoying and only poison the well.
I often wonder if things like this are contributing to the slow dying of media literacy, and the more I hear about it, the more I believe that they do.
Art, in any form, is not supposed to be for mindless consumption. To make a creative work with that intention is to strip it of one of the things that make art so important to humanity.
Knowing what we know now about Fyodor’s ability makes me wonder what would’ve happened if Nikolai actually managed to kill him.
If Nikolai found out what would happen, would he still want to kill Fyodor?
Or would he try even harder to kill him?
Nikolai would get the death he so wishes but Fyodor would live. He cannot win.
working on this obscure meta post on how people criticise dazai's actions of violence more than that of other PM members (namely akutagawa and Chuuya) because of the relationship between the audience and the weapon of choice, and how dazais lack of a supernatural way to enforce violence makes him more likely to receive criticism. Anyways anyone thats interested lmk???
I love headcanons as a concept because it is so silly to me that a person can look at some random character and just decide something about them.
You don’t even need evidence to back it up most of the time. It’s just vibes.
And everyone has their own little headcanons that we can trade around like Pokémon.
It’s especially great when a headcanon becomes so popular it’s basically accepted as canon.
I just saw a Palestinian holding the headless body of a child in Rafah, in front of smoke and flames. This is what the ethno-nationalist ideology of Zionism has lead to. This is what western-backed, racist, genocidal imperialism looks like - a man holding a limp, headless child.
Anyone else fall in love with the small, imperfectly human parts of people? The lopsided smiles, old scars, freckles and moles, I could go on.
I dunno it just feels very charming.
Hello guys
I am Rozan Ayman Fathi, 24 years old
I ask you to read these lines and help me so that I can save my family
Consisting of 7 individuals
I live with my beloved family in the Gaza Strip, specifically in Gaza City. When the war began, we were displaced from our dear home and dearest to my heart to tents in the city of Rafah (we do not know whether it is still standing or whether it was demolished by bombings and shelling). We were always moving from one shelter to another seeking shelter. For protection, and when Rafah was invaded, we were displaced and moved again to tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis. We were very tired, especially my mother, as she is sick with diabetes and gallstones.
Life in a tent is torment, pain, and oppression, a life without the minimum necessities of life, where there is no bedding, no flooring, sand surrounds you from all sides, no sanitary facilities, no water, whether for bathing or cleaning, and no drinking water. There are no detergents. Canned food is scarce and of poor quality
We miss fresh food,
Very high temperatures inside and outside the tent
The spread of dangerous infectious diseases, insects, toxic organisms, and other difficult matters of life, in addition to the danger of bombing and death that lurks around us every minute..
they/them (I am a minor!!) Welcome to my personal blog where I mostly yap about BSD right now… I also like writing, world building, and media analysis tho!
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