#I once liked a 70 year old
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The way most people I’m attracted to are much older than me…I think I have problems, but can you blame me?
#i have daddy issues#and mommy issues#I’m using characters they’re known as for the tags#why do I like older people#adam driver#kylo ren#ben solo#daisy ridley#rey palpatine#rey skywalker#ben feldman#jonah simms#andy samberg#jake peralta#markipler#I know they aren’t their characters#I know they act as different characters#using the first characters that come to my mind#I’m have problems#I like older men#I like older woman#I once liked a 70 year old#wtf#okay enough tags now#byebye
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"Maitre in the bedroom, Maitre only when it's hot or convenient" is so funny to me, because like... yeah? That's... how it works? Sorry you wanted your boytoy to make you a fledgling, Louis, but he literally said the safeword and now you're being a dick about it, sooo...
#interview with the vampire#loumand#louis de pointe du lac#armand#my beautiful princess with every disorder who IS evil and IS controlling the narrative#but your honor i love him#and also it's insane to me that Louis thought their D/s dynamic would mean#that Armand would just... violate a 500 year-old conviction to not make another vampire?? because maitre asked??#like buddy you'd been dating for what? a year??#you are not that important! the dick is not that good!#and he's clearly still mad about it 70 years later!#smh#your partner safewords exactly once in a 77 year relationship and you're mad about it#i'm not saying Armand was justified in directing the narrative and then playing whack-a-mole with Louis' memories for 70 years#but i do get it ya feel me?
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Morvaluation ch.6:
#morvay KNOWS these two. he KNOWS kuya can foxfire him on the spot#so either he is super unaware of danger or he just doesnt care enough to NOT badmouth kuya#no-fear-morvay!!!!#you hit him once and he yelps#hit him twice he'll laugh. or moan. idk honestly#the point is#i love how he'll yell at the dangerous void regardless of consequences#he's over 70 years old and he aint putting up with that#that's the way i like to think it went down. maybe morv truly didnt know it was kuya?? POINT STILL STANDS#MANS TELLS IT LIKE IT IS#nu carnival morvay#nu carnival quincy#nu carnival kuya
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Waited until I didn't have a BG3 comic queued to post these but it was hourly comics day! I love hourly comics day! I've done it the past 5-ish years and it's fun to 1) have a little annual journal and 2) see what style I decided to draw in that year. 10/10 would recommend!
#I kind of want to upload my past years just so I have everything in one place#Maybe I'll do that once I'm done with Croissant Adventures#hourlies#hourly comics day#hourly comics day 2024#I have no idea why I drew myself like someone's 70 year old gran this year but it made me laugh#also I literally said earlier “I never see the girl in lethal company :)” and then she had the AUDACITY to haunt me THREE DAYS IN A ROW
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got in an argument with my mom and it took like 5 seconds to realize it's not me she's beefing with but my dad (again)
#so sick of playing therapist for her...#eldest daughter curse i guess#it was so stupid too she said she wants my baby brother to play fifa so he grows up more outdoorsy than my brother and i#like fuck off#i did three sports at any given time growing up#i didnt cry and have panic attacks at swim team practice every week to be told im not outdoorsy enough because i played zelda and mario#instead of fucking FIFA#shes just mad at my dad for sitting at home and watching tv all day#instead of idfk taking brother to the park or for soccer and shit#again i dont see how thats my problem#all i said is i dont want her to buy fifa for the kid bc its not fun and EA's a scummy company#$70 for a game full of microtransactions that a 7 year old will play once and find too confusing to continue#just take him to the park its a 3 minute walk and its free#jesus christ
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The Trio of Neverland, Zagreus, and Scherzo have completely ruined my brain because I’m now convinced the only way my favorite show can be creative again is for it to get taken off the air.
#doctor who#seriously I think the show should get canceled again so weirdos can focus on the books and audios without corperate oversight#this last episode proved to me that Doctor Who needs to be killed and resurected again like the christ#And the new old guard who constructed NuWho under the watchful hand of RTD need to be banished#For the past 18 years fans from the 70’s have exclusively controlled the creative output of DW#and now it’s time for the new generation to usurp them#I want Doctor Who to be weird#I want it to be freaky#I want it to be unrestrained once more
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list of things i have to do:
chemistry homework for tomorrow (very long)
literature homework (read a shitty book i hate)
art homework
history homework
list of things im doing:
watching miencraftt five nights at freeddys roleplay frommm 7 years ago made for childrenn
making a spreadsheet forr the minecraft five nights at freddys roleplay
writing fanfics about the minecraft five nights at freddys roleplay
making a playlist for the minecraft five nights at freddys roleplay because i saw someone say the other playlists were incomplete (not very well made, missing a handful of episodes i realized a couple hundred episodes later i probs should have added)
#its me talking for once#idk why im doing this tbh#its.. not the best use of my time#my parents were upset that i was watching childrens shows like tmnt and shit#because im almost an adult or whatever#and i need to watch “real shows”#so instead of doing that ive started watching the oddities roleplay#anyways uhhhhhh foxbon canon.. foxpet canon too#ummmmm foxy and roast beef are dating too idk if they have a shipname but uh yeah#cant wait for lolbit to show up i already miss her :(#foxys dating like.. every single character#good for him#ive watched about 70 episodes of tor and now im trying to watch mcfnaf#im at episode 23 or so#anyways i do kinda agree w my parents a bit? idk i probably should be watching shit that wasnt mae for 8 year olds..#i cant even claim nostalgia bc i never watched this as a kid#but who cares anyways im having fun w my dumb kids show? its not really a show#eh whatever
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Me: ow, why does my back hurt so much?
Also me:
#do as I say not as I do kids#don’t shrimp for too long#get up every once in a while#stretch your back and wrists!#don’t fuck up your neck and back like me and feel like a 70 year old at 19#my art#mikey rambles#artists on tumblr#art advice
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I love Kory I wish I could be anything other than mediocre with her in that game but unfortunately injustice 2 has been the absolute worst online fighting game experience of my life on account of the voice chat that you cannot fucking disable for whatever godless reason
#Like sorry honey nothing is worth hearing a 14 year old white boy playing Barry call me slurs while teabagging#One random presumably grown man did get really mad at me in a funny way once though because i kept landing black canary#parries on him but other than that i could only do short strings so it was like. 70% parries and he refused to play me again after that#Which makes sense. But was also really funny
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old white men should be legally required to relinquish all guns upon retirement
#stream#like OBVIOUSLY there’s something that SNAPS in old white mens hesds once they reach 65#they just shoot everyone like grandpa fuckin SHOOT YOURSELF#good LORD i HATE hate hate H A T E old white men 😭😭😭😭#any old white man over the age of 65 gets on my damn nerves so fuckin bad#SPECIFIC#literally everyone else is fine#he could be an 70 year old chinese man & id adore him but if it’s fuckin like Ted Jones sir i’m going to hang u
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eddie's so silly <3 me when I'm 40 and I have a panic attack because "oh no am I taking advantage of this person am I being a nasty weirdo my father was right I'm so awful and evil and-" and then you ask what he's freaking out overr and he's like. "isaac is A DECADE YOUNGER THAN ME !!"
"so you're a 40 year old dating a 30 year old"
"YES I know I'm taking advantage of their immaturity aren't I-"
cut to Isaac, built like a whole-ass bear. aged like fine wine but boy is he aged. he's 30 but he LOOKS Edgar's age bc of stress. like this is A Man this is not a Boy. this is a whole-ass panda bear right there and honestly the fact that Eddie gets so worked up over it is hilarious to me because it's ISAAC
#'he's too young for me isn't he-'#cut to isaac standing there half-naked with a bath robe on with the sweetest coffee imaginable looking like he's 70#btw in case anybody was wondering: my opinion on age gaps is that it's all abt maturity difference#like. generally the younger you are the less wiggle room you have with gaps#but once you go past like. 21-25. you're fine#obviously this isn't Always The Case For Anything Ever and i personally think someone in their 60s dating a 30 year old is kinda weird#but the point is that they're both adults who can make rational decisions and there's nothing manipulative or abusive going on so they're 👌
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First we get a questioning gay (maybe bi) guy and then we get a trans(?) Kid. Persona 4 is like. So close to being a supportive queer narrative.
And then it has one of the kids be like are you going to jump me since your into dudes and we're sleeping in the same tent? With no way to be like Bro stop it.
And doing the favorite trope of 'HES A GIRL???' and switching pronouns immediately despite their alternative self literally offering them top surgery. Can we please ask Naoto what they want. Cause at least in professor Layton the person changed presentation to avoid literal death. Here it's just. Because detectives are normally guys??? You think a kid in the department thinks risking being labeled a crossdresser is worse than being a Girl??? I am shaking the writers. Naoto is trans and your logic doesn't follow!!! He's transitioning and we should get to fucking respect that!!! GRRR.
#i get its set in the like 70s#and theyre teens trying there best and they Would make stupid mistakes even well intentionally#but ive also played persona 5 and i think for all their wanting to be good#the writers still think queer folk are boogie men gonna eat you#Especially after playing persona 5#biting them and shaking them between my teeth#IF YOU LET ME DATE A 30 YEAR OLD AND MY TEACHER I SHOULD GET TO KISS MY BEST MALE FRIEND#AT LEAST ONCE DAMNIT
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I was so bored that I went and scrolled back through my blog and DMs and old art, and I got up to summer 2021 at which point I had to stop because I got too damn emotional
#tbh I went through the whole spectrum of emotions while I was at it#some nostalgia. some cringe#sometimes smiling or laughing at an old convo#but often I was hit with this intense melancholy#especially when I read smth like ‘I want to write this once day!!’ or ‘I hope to get some writing done!!’#or even worse ‘I’ve improved so much in my writing and I hope to improve more!!!’#like. fuck. kick me between the ribs next time it’ll hurt less#and then stuff like.. saying I’m confident in being able to finish whumptober 2021#I pushed that out of my memory actually bc of how guilty I felt#70% of what I wrote doesn’t even qualify as whump idk what I was on about#posting a fic every day… imagine if I could still do that now#and just in general. every mention of a fic I was writing that I never finished. or an idea o was experimenting with that went nowhere#*I#they’re all like punches to the gut#you can just tell. from what I wrote. from my tone#I was excited. I had that spark in me#it’s gone now. hasn’t been there in ages#and the thing is.. those posts and messages sometimes aren’t older than a year#up until very recently I was completely fine#what happened to me#I want my old self back#I could do so much now if I still had that passion#I’m running out of free time. I should use it as much as I can#yet I don’t. I wish I still had that love for creating#how could I have changed so much in less than two years#when I tried to figure it out I thought that writing competition sowed the seeds of it#but no. I was still excited and passionate even a year after that thing#it was something else. I don’t know what. whatever it was I wish it never happened#I wish I took full advantage of my spark back when I still had it#look at me now. I can’t even write a single fic. I’ve become nothing short of useless. why did it have to happen
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Post 9/11 Trivia
Most folks on this site were either children on September 11, 2001, or weren’t even born yet. But America went crazy for about a year afterwards. Here’s some highlights that I remember that might not be in your history books:
There was national discussion on whether or not Halloween should be canceled because…fuck if I know why. After planes crashed into buildings in NYC it follows that 6-year-olds in Iowa shouldn’t be allowed to dress up like Batman and ask their neighbors for candy, I guess. (Halloween wasn’t canceled, by the way.)
On a similar note, people asked if comedy - any sort of comedy - was appropriate anymore, ever.
People sold shitty parachutes to suckers “in case your building gets attacked and you have to jump out the window.” There were honest-to-God news reports warning people not to jump out of the window with shitty mail-order parachutes because they wouldn't work.
As a follow-up to the attacks, someone mailed anthrax to some prominent politicians and news anchors - you know, famous people - along with some badly-written notes about “you cannot stop us, death to America, Allah is good” and after that every time some random dumbass found a package in the mail they didn’t recognize they thought that the terrorists were targeting them, too.
Everyone was similarly convinced that their town was going to be the next target, even if they were a little town in the middle of nowhere. "Our town of Bumblefuck, South Dakota (population 690) has the largest styrofoam pig statue west of the Mississippi! Terrorists might fly planes into that too! It's a prime target!"
People started taping up their windows and trying to make their houses or apartments airtight out of fear of chemical and biological attacks. There were news reports warning people that turning your house into an airtight box was a bad idea because, y'know, you need air to breathe.
"[X] supports terrorism!" and “if we do [X], the terrorists win!” were used as arguments for everything. "Some rich Arab you never heard of donated to his organization that backs Hamas which backs al-Queda, and also owns stock in a holding company that has partial ownership of the Pringles company, so if you eat Pringles you're supporting terrorism!" "The terrorists want to tear down our freedoms and our way of life and rule us through fear! Eating what you want is one of our freedoms as Americans! If you're afraid to eat Pringles, the terrorists win!" (I promise you that this sort of argument is in no way hyperbole.) (This argument is how Halloween was saved, by the way. “If we cancel Halloween, the terrorists win!”)
People worked 9/11 into everything, and I mean everything, whether it was appropriate or not. If you went to the grocery store the tortilla chips would remind you to support the troops on the packaging. Used car sales would be dedicated to our brave first responders. You couldn't wipe your ass without the toilet paper rolls reminding you to never forget the fallen of 9/11, and again, this is not hyperbole. My uncle, who lived in Ohio and had never been to New York except to visit once in the 70′s, died of a stroke about 8 months after 9/11, and the priest brought up the attacks at the eulogy.
On a similar local note, on the day of 9/11, after the towers went down, gas stations in my home town immediately jacked up gas prices. The mayor had the cops go around and force them to take them back down. I doubt any of that was legal.
Before 9/11, Christianity in America - and religion in general - was on a downward swing, with reddit-tier atheism on the upswing. Religion was outdated superstition from a bygone age. The day after 9/11? Every single church was PACKED. (This wasn't a bad thing, but the power-hungry on the Evangelical Right saw this as a golden opportunity to grab power and influence.)
EDIT: By Popular Demand - Freedom Fries. I initially left these off because they came a couple years after the initial panic and most people thought they were kind of absurd (and I don't recall anyone really going along with it other than maybe some local diners here and there). France didn't want to get involved in our world policing so some folks were like "TRAITORS!" and wanted to call french fries "Freedom Fries" instead, so as to stick it to the French.
Besides dumb shit like that…it’s really hard to overstate how completely the national mood and character changed in the span of a day, or how much of the current culture war is a result of the aftermath. (9/11 was the impetus for the sharp rise in power of the Evangelical Right, who made themselves utterly odious and the following backlash helped the rise of the current Progressive Left, for instance.)
And if all of this seems batshit...well, it was. But I want you to think for a moment how people react today over even trivial shit. People send death threats over children's cartoons. They call for blood if the maker of a video game had an opinion they don't like. If someone made a racist joke a decade ago when they were a teenage edgelord, folks will go after people who even associate with them. "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ALL THE HARM THEY'RE DOING!?"
Now take that same level of over-the-top histrionics and apply it to the unprecedented event of passenger planes crashing into crowded buildings in America's most populous city and killing thousands of people all at once. "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT WE WERE ATTACKED!?"
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AITA for going no contact with my brother after he pulled a scare on my husband?
EDIT: For those of you coming here from my brother’s post (X) to shit on me, you look like idiots. Try to have an original thought and really contemplate who’s telling the truth after hearing both sides.
I (32f) am one of three siblings. We come from a very well off family. My dad is a former Cryptid and he pioneered the Hook Man in the 70s, so he still gets residuals off of that. We grew up very comfortable and with the ability to do anything we wanted in life. My older brother went to a very prestigious school and my dad gave him the money for tuition. Because my older brother got scholarships, he was able to save some of that money. Right now he works in human tech (very lucrative), but his long-term plan is to use the money to start a Cyber Spook business once he is satisfied with his knowledge foundation.
I ended up taking a gap year before going to community college, but I never felt anything click. I worked part-time jobs spinning out scarer costumes and even did some part-time work as a slasher before deciding it wasn’t for me. I finally found my calling when I offered to help cater for my high school reunion, and now I run a fairly successful catering business.
When it came time for my younger brother, “Steve,” to get his money, he didn’t tell anyone what he was going to use it for. He was working as a Slasher at a small firm in town. We all assumed he’d either go to Scare School or invest the money to start a business like our older brother did.
So when Steve showed up to Halloween dinner one day, six feet taller with extra joints in his arms and legs, we were all shocked.
Dad was furious. He gave us all the same talk about the scare industry when we got our first part-time jobs documenting missions at his company. He told us that scare work was hard and backbreaking. We couldn’t buy our way into it or use his connections to become successful. If we were interested in it, we had to work our way up from the ground like he did. If we didn’t, we’d more than likely end up dead at the hands of a final girl.
He especially emphasized that mods had to be considered carefully and were NOT a substitute for skill.
Steve thought they were. When his company didn’t pay him back for his body modification AND didn’t promote him from Slasher to Regional Nightmare, he quit. But the surgeries drained his cash and he couldn’t afford his apartment anymore. He had to move back in with Mom and Dad. As always, Mom totally coddled him. She said that he didn’t have to pay rent and agreed with whatever he said when he’d go on these long tirades about his former company.
I could tell Dad wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but he’s never been able to go against Mom. So he mostly kept his mouth shut though he did try to get Steve a job at his old company. However, last I heard, Steve was set against anything corporate and was spending a dozen hours a day driving around using the app SlashDash to find jobs.
About a year and a half ago, I was over for dinner with Steve, Mom and Dad. Steve was talking about work. He said SlashDash wasn’t working out for him and was taking too many fees out. I offered advice since I’d done Slashing in high school. I recommended sites like Scarework and Midnighterr to get more gigs.
Mom told me I interrupted Steve. She gestured for him to continue and tell me about his exciting new setup.
Steve told me he was beyond the sites I recommended. He said he’d bought a scanner so he could listen to broadcasts of active corporate missions. When those fail, he arrives on scene to kill any straggling humans before the scare company in question can send a cleanup crew. And since he’s a Slasher on their scene, they have to give him emergency pay for doing it. It’s a total ambulance-chaser, bottom-feeder move.
Dad was just staring at his plate, not saying anything, but I could tell he was ashamed of Steve. Steve was bragging about being a vulture in the profession Dad helped build.
I asked Steve if he was proud of himself for living off of leftovers. Steve blew up at me, but so did Mom. She chided me for not respecting my brother’s hard work and that his idea to get a scanner was genius, not predatory.
After that dinner, Steve and I rarely talked. Most of the news I got about him came from our older brother bitching about Steve badgering him for scare connections or Mom bragging about Steve killing and “meeting quota.” She would get very cold with me when I told her he was finishing a quota someone else started and not doing his own work. She told me if I couldn’t respect Steve, then I was welcome to not come over while he lived with her.
(Yes, Steve’s always been the golden child.)
I stopped interfering with Steve and focused on my own life. Shortly after, I met my wonderful fiancé “Reginald” while catering an event at Dad’s old company. Reginald is the head of sanitation and he’s the one who gets sent out to clean up any unexpected events during a Scare (like any magical residue or body parts that can’t be explained away through human means). He used to want to be a Cryptid, but he’s got a heart condition that prevents him from working in the field. He says that he’s happy being the “janitor” and happier being with me 😊
Reginald and I got engaged after only eight months of dating. Dad always says that when you know, you know. I invited everyone in my family to an engagement party. Steve didn’t bother answering the invitation. Even though Steve and I weren’t on good terms, I was still hurt when he didn’t show.
When I confronted him about it afterwards, he said that he’d been promoted to Regional Nightmare and he was patrolling his territory, and that’s why he couldn’t come. I asked him what company he was working for, and he said he was still using the scanner.
I pointed out that he couldn’t be a Regional Nightmare without a state license since only the state can assign territories. He started going on and on about being his own “Monster” (and let me tell you, extra joints DOESN’T make you a Monster, those guys are way more committed) and that he had passed the state exam.
When I told Reginald about my brother calling himself a Regional Nightmare, he was concerned. He works closely with the legal department, and he said that Steve is opening himself up to lawsuits by declaring public slashing grounds as his “territory.” He offered to talk to Steve.
We went over to Mom and Dad’s house together to confront him. Dad didn’t know he was calling himself a Regional Nightmare and he went pale when I told them why we were there. Reginald explained to Steve and Mom that being certified was different than being licensed. Legally, Steve is a Slasher even if he can control shadows now (which is a VERY expensive talent to acquire if you aren’t born with it. I think Mom may have paid for it).
The conversation didn’t go well. Steve said a lot of nasty things about Reginald not hacking it as Slasher and claimed he was just jealous. He picked on Reginald’s health which I had me seeing red. I asked Steve what there was to be jealous of since he still mooches off of our parents? Mom got involved and it went downhill from there.
All this to say that I didn’t expect Steve to show up at my gender reveal party less than 5 months later.
Reginald and I weren’t planning on kids this early, but we knew it was meant to be as soon as I got that pregnancy test back. We decided to put off our wedding so that our baby can be part of the ceremony that makes us a family. That being said, I did still have a lot of things ordered for the wedding so I turned the day into a baby shower/gender reveal instead.
That brings us to the party my lovely brother wrote about. First of all, he wasn’t invited by me. Mom invited him, and when I found out, I wasn’t happy with her, considering he never apologized to Reginald after our last fight.
Reginald was stuck at work (some idiot brought together a whole summer camp of final girls and the aftermath was brutal) so I had to force myself to be a good hostess. It was mostly fine. We have good friends and my older brother was very kind in helping me with some of the baby games we were planning to play when Reginald finally got there.
Steve, however, was NOT helpful.
He was annoying the whole time. He messed with the kitchen and he hounded the guests. I’m PREGNANT and the smell of raw meat triggers my gag reflex. He took the meat off the heat without me noticing and basically prevented me from eating lunch with everyone else.
Additionally, Steve claimed in his post that the party was dying??? Reginald and Dad have a lot of friends in common so the party did NOT die. They were all interested in talking to Dad. Dad’s voice is very quiet and raspy from strain over the years, so everyone was being quiet to hear him better. Steve was the one practically screaming over him to talk about his scummy job. The new Hook Man who succeeded Dad was there and Steve basically treated the poor man like a novice even though he’s a Cryptid.
Reginald finally got home and I could tell he was exhausted when I met him at the door. He still put on a smile for me though and said he didn’t need to miss out even when I told him it would be okay. He wanted to be there in our big moment to celebrate our family. He went upstairs to change.
I went back to the guests to tell them that we would start the games soon. That’s when I heard Reginald scream and fall down the stairs.
I’ll never forget the look on Reginald’s face. He was lying at the base of the stairs and looked like he was dying. He was gasping for breath and clutching at his chest. I was terrified his heart was giving up. I asked Hook Man to call an ambulance.
That’s when Steve started laughing.
I lost it. I screamed at Steve to get out. He told me to calm down, he’d just scared Reginald a little bit as a joke. I told him he knew about Reginald’s heart condition and that it was incredibly disrespectful to scare my fiancé in our own house.
He said he didn’t mean to scare him that bad, but that he was just better at it than he thought. His scares were too powerful. He seemed smug and was still laughing.
I accused him of intentionally hurting Reginald because of the licensing versus certification argument we had. I said he was a bully and an idiot.
Mom jumped in and said it was an accident.
Dad FINALLY said something. He shadow-walked (the first time in YEARS) up the stairs and hooked Steve by the neck. He dragged all twelve feet of him down the stairs and told him to get out.
Steve said, “For what? It’s not my fault that weak-hearted son of a bitch can’t take a joke.”
Dad lost it. He told Steve a REAL scarer wouldn’t use their abilities like that on their own families. He told Mom and Steve it didn’t matter if he meant it as a joke. The fact is he used his scare tactics on a layperson, and he could get blacklisted from the profession for it.
Dad kicked Steve out and told him he wasn’t welcome back into the basement until he got a REAL job. Steve kept arguing, but the paramedics arrived then and I lost track of the rest of it.
I went with Reginald to the hospital where Reginald insisted we both get checked out. The stress wasn’t good for the baby and doctor told me it might be best to go on maternity leave sooner rather than later. Reginald is also going to be taking a leave from work. He had a heart attack because of my brother.
Things could have ended worse, but they didn’t end well. I told my parents that I refuse to have Steve at my wedding or even to see my child after they’re born (and now I STILL don’t know the gender! Only our older brother knows since he got the gender reveal cake).
Mom started to protest, but Dad said he understood. He said that both he and Mom just wanted me to be happy and healthy and that they would take care of Steve.
So now I leave it up to you. Having read both of our posts, who do you think is the real asshole? My brother for being “proud” of scaring my fiancé into a heart attack at our baby’s gender reveal party? Or me for never talking to said brother again for the health of my future family?
AITA?
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You are a person who covers your counter space in clutter and inadvertently makes a shrine to a long forgotten god who shows up to thank you.
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Stand with Alaa: A Family's Fight for Survival
Hello Everyone,
I am Alaa from the war-torn Gaza. I am reaching out to seek your help in taking care of my family amidst the hardships of war. I am a husband and father of two beautiful kids, 3-year old Ayman and 6-year old Maram. My beloved wife, Sahar, is pregnant, and so our family is soon expecting a new member, filling our hearts with joy and concern.
Before the war disrupted our lives, I worked tirelessly as a translator at the public secter and as a freelancer. I took on multiple jobs to ensure my children had everything they desired. I was proud of my achievements both in my career and as a father. However, when the war began, everything changed.
A year ago, we were forced to leave our home in search of safety, leaving behind not only our belongings but also the stability we once knew. We lost everything—our clothes, mattresses, and my laptops. With my job gone and limited access to the internet, I’ve been unable to continue my freelance work.
Now, I find myself in a desperate situation. The cost of living has skyrocketed due to the ongoing blockade, making it impossible for me to afford even the most basic necessities for my children. Simple things like winter clothes and mattresses have become luxuries we can’t afford.
As we prepare to welcome our new baby, I feel an overwhelming sense of worry. I cannot provide for this little one as I wish to—I can’t buy a cradle, baby clothes, or even diapers. The price of a single bag of diapers is around $70—ten times what it should be. Additionally, Sahar needs essential nutrients and vitamins to ensure her health and the health of our baby.
As a father, my heart aches for my children. I worry constantly about their safety and future amid this relentless turmoil. If you can find it in your heart to help us during this difficult time, I would be eternally grateful. Your support could make a profound difference in our lives and help me provide for my family.
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Thank you for taking the time to read our story. Your kindness means the world to us.
Warm regards,
Alaa
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