#blood donations save human lives

[meowmeowmeowimacat]

In today’s society vampires wouldn’t need to prey on humans to get blood (assuming they can’t have anything else like coconut water)

They would simply need to purchase some blood that was donated to a hospital. I’m sure that the people running the hospital would rather sell blood than have vampires running loose anyways.

[hamzaahmed21]

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Hello, my name is Hamza Al-Absi, a 32-year-old from Gaza.

I am a husband and a father of three children. Well, there were three, but I lost my eldest son, Osama, two years ago to leukemia (blood cancer). He deserved treatment for a year and a half, took his chemotherapy, fought the disease, and had a recovery period, but the disease returned, he had a strong relapse, and passed away. I couldn’t treat him again due to the blockade imposed on the Gaza Strip, which even affected patients with urgent, serious conditions. They refused to treat him, and he died in the hands of his mother and beside his younger brother, Saif. My son could have been treated, but when his turn came to get the treatment, it was too late.

I cannot express the pain of losing an eldest son, and my wife still cries for him every day. It’s a continuous pain that never leaves us.

Since the beginning of the war, we have heard news of children being killed and seriously injured by the insane and savage bombing with rockets and shells, which has not stopped since the war began until today. But thank God, my wife and I and our dear children, “Saif, 3 years old,” and “Rita, one year old,” are still alive.

We were forced to evacuate our home at the beginning of the war against our will due to the intense bombing that our area was subjected to and the orders to evacuate the area and head to southern Gaza. Our house was bombed with war shells, leading to its destruction.

Our journey of displacement began, moving several times from one area to another, until we ended up in a tent in the “Tel al-Sultan” area in the city of “Rafah.” You can imagine how difficult life is in a tent. Everything is done with great difficulty; we are forced to use primitive methods to carry out daily tasks. Every day we light a fire to prepare food, and we struggle to provide water for drinking or bathing. Going to the bathroom is a suffering in itself for adults before children, in the absence of toilets suitable for human use.

The situation worsens with the arrival of summer and the rise in temperatures; the tent literally turns into a “sauna” during the day, especially since my little daughter Rita has started walking on the sand and suffers from pollution diseases, influenza, and other serious diseases that lead to hepatitis.

On top of all that, I lost my job at the beginning of the war and became unemployed due to the total power outage and the lack of internet connection most of the time. I face severe difficulty in providing for my family’s needs amid the crazy price hikes.

We have suffered enough and have been exposed to a lot of fear and panic in the past 7 months. The city of “Rafah” is now threatened with a ground invasion at any moment by the occupation, so I decided to travel and leave Gaza to save the lives of my wife and children.

Time is running out, and we need $15,000 to enable my wife and children to leave Gaza to Egypt via the Rafah land crossing as soon as possible, in addition to the costs of staying in Egypt for 6 months, estimated at ($6,000).

Asking for help is not easy at all, but we believe there is still good in this world. So, I hope you will help us save ourselves from killing and destruction and restore hope to our lives again. I have tasted the bitterness of loss once, and I do not want to taste it again.

We are grateful to everyone who will donate to us, and we appreciate your feelings and support for us.

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[anqarfamily]

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From the Ashes of War: A Father’s Cry for His Children’s Future ❤️‍🩹

Imagine watching your children’s future slip away before your eyes, while their present is caught between death and injury. 💔

In a world full of painful stories, our story in Gaza is one that bleeds and cannot be ignored. I had previously started sharing our pain and hopes through my Tumblr account, where I found in you a support that eased the harshness of the days. But now, that account has been closed for reasons I cannot understand, deepening my sense of isolation in this dark world. 😞

I am Ahmed, an ordinary man whose responsibilities have become heavier than any human heart can bear. A father of five young children who look to me every day with eyes filled with fear and hope, and a husband to a woman who has proven to be a source of patience and strength in every moment. 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

This war has destroyed everything. We lost our home, our dreams, and even the simplest rights to live in peace. I once dreamed of seeing my children grow up in a safe environment, but that dream shatters day by day. 💔

The war no longer affects just our present. Our memories have been erased, every beautiful moment destroyed, and our past scattered among the ruins of homes and shattered recollections. 😢 Our present is drowning in blood and destruction, a never-ending war that follows us every second and in every place. And the future? It’s unknown, terrifying, and we have no idea what it holds for us. 😔

Every day we live here is a battle for survival. We face terror, hunger, and fear of a future we cannot predict. We hoped to find refuge, a place where we could feel safe, but even that has become unattainable. 🏚️

I have returned now with a new account and a new plea to everyone reading my words. I have no other place to turn but to your words and support. 🙏 Every share of my campaign, every financial contribution, means that I am one step closer to saving my family from this hell. I don’t ask for much. I only ask for hope – hope that my children will see a day without fear, that they will live a dignified life, and that they will find a place in this world far from the sounds of bombs and destruction. 🌱

Help me raise my voice and the voice of everyone in Gaza. We need you. 🌍 The campaign link is in the bio. Even the smallest step can make a huge difference.

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Help me achieve this simple dream. Please, don’t leave us to face this fate alone. 🌟

If you're unable to donate, even a small amount, I kindly ask that you reblog & share this post with your friends so our message can reach the world.

[dekarios]

i need help with vet bills (again).

hi. for those of you who remember, earlier this year i asked for donations to help me afford toos' vet bills, who we found out through your help had kidney failure, and again with your help we got her on medication for it. unfortunately it wasn't enough, and we lost her. and then shortly after, dexter began deteriorating, which we put down to his grief of losing toos - she kept him young, he followed her everywhere, he only played because of her, he only ate when she ate, etc. without her he just stopped. and then he started to have seizures and fits daily. we got him blood tests, but he was suffering so badly. we made the decision to put him down. i didn't ask for donations this time, because i was so deeply embarrassed to ask for help again. but we are still recovering financially from that, as well as the parts of toos bills that didn't get covered from donations. my mother hasn't worked for a very long time, she's disabled and very sick, and she receives PIP from the government that only covers her monthly medications that are not covered by the NHS. my father retired early to become her full time carer, and we are living off his pension. i am too disabled to work, but because my mother already receives PIP and i live with them, the government are resistent to giving me any help - so i have zero income, and rely entirely on my parents.

this is jenny. she's a 14 year old cairn terrier, who loves when we garden because she wants to help dig holes. she helped us bury dexter and toos, digging their graves for them with my dads help. she's an angel, and loves people so much she likes to escape under the fence and join other families for awhile. one time she got into someones back garden and asked to come in as they were eating lunch. she really hates flies, and will try to bite them out of the air (she has never succeeded but i believe she will one day). she will rub her face against you until you start stroking her, and will growl and even bark if you stop! we don't have the money to take jenny to the vets, for a checkup or for anything they may want to do. this has been an ongoing issue, but toos and dexter took priority, and it hasn't been a bother to her. she existed as normal for a long time, but that's since changed.

jenny has this lump in her mouth, it is larger than the picture shows, but she is a nightmare to force open her mouth since this got so big, i think it's uncomfortable or painful for her. she can't properly close her lips now, and it has pushed all her front teeth away, misshaping her mouth, and sometimes it bleeds profusely. eating has become difficult for her, she can't eat anything hard, and currently will only eat soft human foods like rice, scrambled egg chopped up so small she doesn't have to chew, and things like soups and gravy. she's lost a lot of weight, and i'm getting frightened. to add onto it, i've found lumps like this across her body. i've done as much research as i can, and i believe it to be an oral tumor, it fits, and it looks right, and it spreading across her body is called 'full staging'. and going by all i've read - they will want to remove them in surgery. according to my research, this will cost anywhere from £585 - £4,740 for just the lump in her mouth. that's not including any checkup/test costs, or the other lumps on her body.

she hasn't been to the vet yet, i don't have any secure goal or bills to share, just my assumptions and beliefs from researching myself online. my parents refuse to take her because we can't afford it. i want to save up money, have it in my bank, and show them that we can help her now, before it gets worse, or it's too late. as i said before, i don't have any income, so the only way i can do this is with help.

here's a link to my paypal.me

the icon is a little mouse, and the @ is rivellon

i struggled so badly posting the first post like this for toos. i felt so guilty and embarrassed and ashamed. but i have no choice again, i want to help jenny. i don't want her to suffer. and selfishly, i can't handle losing another dog so soon. this year has been waking nightmare, and i need your help to stop it getting even worse.

please reblog and share, even if you can't donate.

thank you for reading.

[peacebewithpalestine]

Help Save Ahmed Family From Gaza

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ by @ahmedomer9 [ Verification Source ]

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ Description

My name is Ahmed Al-Habil, a father of a family of six, and I lost almost everything in the war on Gaza, but I did not lose my faith and hope for a better tomorrow. I used to work as a fisherman in the Gaza sea, I lived a simple but dignified life, the sea was my only refuge and source of livelihood to feed my family, but in a moment, my dreams were shattered on the rocks of war, when the bombing destroyed everything I owned in the Gaza port, I lost my job and my boat, and became homeless, and hopeless.

After October 7, my family and I found ourselves in a cycle of continuous displacement, and we were displaced more than five times, fleeing the death that was chasing us. From our destroyed home in Gaza, to Nuseirat, then to a tent in Khan Younis, then to a shelter school, and even to Rafah, where we were also attacked. Now, we live in a tent in Deir al-Balah, where no human being can bear this harsh situation.

My young children, Omar 10 year old / Khadija 9 year old / Ali 6 year old and little Zain 3 year old, live in very poor conditions, as they have been deprived of their childhood, which was supposed to be full of innocence and play, and has become distorted by fear and deprivation. In addition to my responsibilities as a father and a son, I take care of my elderly parents, my 72-year-old father suffers from chronic diseases and osteoporosis, and my 70-year-old mother suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure, in addition to spinal problems.

My life has become an endless nightmare, but despite all this, I have not abandoned my family, so today I need your support to rebuild a new life for my family, a life worthy of my children, my father and my mother, this family deserves a new chance, a chance to live in dignity and peace. Your donation today may be the light that illuminates my path and my family's path in this darkness

Credits: @/cafekitsune for the dividers ♥️

[melodrangea]

halloween never really ends for me so could i request maka, soul, and dtk with a vampire s/o? thank you :>

absolutely my dear, all reign halloween!

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Soul Eater Characters with a Vampire S/O

Soul "Eater" Evans

-would think it's mad cool, only adding to his 'cool persona'

-I mean a cool guy like him should have a cool S/O too

-only thing that would worry him is the whole "drinking blood" thing

-but once you explain that you usually only get blood from vendors (like Sarah in My Babysitter's a Vampire) or from bad people you fight (technically kishin souls still have human blood I think)

-Soul absolutely love your sharper vampire teeth, he has pretty sharp teeth too so he thinks it's fun that you two match

(plus he thinks it's hot to leave bite marks on him and the same for you)

-wouldn't let you drink his blood if you needed too out of fear for his lack blood spreading but he will either find someone else to help you or figure something else out

-do not walk on the ceiling around this man, he will scream and cry

-only thing he isn't a fan of is the whole 'never sleeping' part, like Soul needs sleepy cuddles to function, so you're being dragged whether it's you staring at the ceiling at night or not

-overall 8/10; isn't really bothered but it's not like he absolutely adores for the sake of being a vampire, he just likes you for you

Maka Albarn

-oh ho ho she thinks you're hot

-if you have the stereotypical "vamp goth" fashion style, she will do anything you ever ask of her

-she will be staring at you with red tinted heart glasses

-(and don't even get me started on when you bit her lip with your vamp teeth while making out)

-does find you being a vampire very interesting and will often ask you a lot of questions about what it's like

-it has crossed her mind more than once that you will outlive her by a long while but you always just kiss her until she forgets; deciding to save that issue for a later time

-she doesn't mind a lot of the you being a vampire quirks

-like you'll be climbing the wall and she'll just hand you a duster

"can you get that spot in the corner for me babe?"

-would probably be the only one on the list to let you drink her blood if you needed to

-but would also offer you other options and solutions first(let's be honest she has you on a schedule so you know when you need to feed so situations like that don't happen)

-Maka often stays up fairly late studying so she likes that you don't really sleep so you can keep her company

-overall: 11/10; Maka loves you so much and would do anythgin for you, please just cuddle this poor thing

Death the Kid

-probably the most apprehensive about you being a vampire out of the three

-once you get into a relationship he will actually learn to appreciate it

-I headcannon that as a grim reaper Kid doesn't really sleep much either, maybe a few hours but he doesn't need more than that

-so you both will be able to spend time with each other during the night when most are asleep <3

-will not under any circumstance let you drink his blood, as much as he wants to help you, there is no way to make the bite marks even on both sides of his neck or both wrists etc...

-but he will personally purchase blood from a blood bank or pay someone to regularly donate for you (rich boy privileges)

-another one to have a calendar or schedule to make sure you get the blood you need but will be less obvious about it then Maka though, would probably just make a light handed comment

"it's been a few days do you think you will need blood soon?"

-Kid will also be so happy that you're a vampire for the same reason Maka is worried, you will live a lot longer than a normal human being

-when Kid takes over as Lord death he will be semi immortal so he's so thankful that you will live just about as long as he will

-the rest of you being a vampire...not so much unfortunately

-like you will terrify him to his soul if you walk onn a wall

-and heavens forbid if your fangs aren't symmetrical

-but just love on him until he forgets about whatever he's rambling about and you're fine

-would be another to appreciate goth fashion, he would get you two matching outfits as your styles are similar <3

overall 9/10; I cannot think of a better part for Kid than an immortal being like himself, you guys will get to spend the better part of a thousand years with each other <3

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that's all my loves!

hope you enjoyed anon

-Melodrangea <3

[strangebiology]

I think a lot of the people in my life who have expressed disgust or disapproval of my interest in/collection of animal remains have come at it first from the perspective of "but diseases!" like regular uncleanliness stigma. the second most common reaction is that interest in/collection of/comfort with animal remains (to be clear, i collect bones and sometimes preserved tails or pelts and these are the objects in question) is... creepy? and, the people who are most disgusted/creeped out are usually people who by and large dont interact with wild animals or livestock. my friends who are vet techs or who hunt or who practice animal husbandry are more or less unfazed.

(Re: What are actual common attitudes towards animal remains?)

Interesting, thank you!

Now, I'm wondering if people mistake personal discomfort for immorality.

I've mentioned my one video that did get some negative comments, showing the slaughter of a reindeer (you can see it here but I have warnings on it for a reason! Blood and death!) And, I think 90% or so (I suppose I could go count them) are more reasonable.

First, people are mad at the assumption that I killed a reindeer (I did NOT kill it, I just filmed it.) Then, the issue is it's being killed for no reason (it was NOT no reason, it's for food.) Then the method is criticized (this is one of the ONLY legal ways to kill them and it's quicker than it looks because of post-mortem spasms.) Then, when those concerns are disproven, the only issue left is "filming and posting it is sadistic." So...killing was no problem, but showing anyone that their meat came from a death was a problem. (Again, I respect if you don't want to see it! So please heed the warnings unless your desire to know how reindeer are killed outweighs your discomfort with watching a death!)

I wonder if sometimes people are overly focused on prioritizing their own 5-second comfort over things that matter a lot more, but are external to them, and they don't really care about others who they are not currently looking in the face of at all.

This isn't a 100% relevant example, but consider the people who don't want to donate their organs after death. A common reason to forgo something that could save and improve lots of lives is "it sounds gross!" Ickiness really should not be a factor in whether or not to save lives--the donor will never see or feel it, but since it's not their own life being saved, the 5-second icky feeling when checking the "donor" box is suddenly more important than the saved and improved human lives.

I know I shouldn't think too hard about one random experience, but I will always remember this one. I was once at a consumer survey thing for a turkey meat brand, where participants tried the meat and said what we thought about the name, taste, packaging, branding etc. We were instructed to circle what we liked on the branding and cross out what we didn't like.

One participant crossed out the part where it said "humanely raised." I asked if she had made a mistake, or...does she feel like the label is disingenuous or something...? Surely she's pro-humane treatment of animals, right??

"No," she said. "I don't want them to do that. I don't want to think about their lives when I'm eating them, and they don't need to be humane to animals that are going to die anyway." Most of the group agreed. I couldn't help but point and say "YOU'RE gonna die anyway!"

That may have been the first time I encountered a group of people shamelessly agreeing that they would rather animals suffer unnecessarily than think for one second that the animal whose body they are using/eating was ever even alive. Because not feeling guilty about something was infinitely more important to them than any amount of suffering that someone else might experience.

[lonniemachin]

Omar reached out to me to help spread his fundraiser. He is a Palestinian in Rafah urgently trying to raise money for necessities of survival and to evacuate his 9-person family. He has only raised €4,893 out of his €50,000 goal so far! Please share and donate, and if you can't donate, please still share!

From Omar's GFM:

Hello, I am Mohammed, a Palestinian student in Germany, I am trying to forward the message of a good friend in Gaza, please support him !!!

Hello to everyone with humanity in this world. I'm speaking to you from Gaza, and I don't know if we will survive in the coming days from this death that draws nearer with each passing day. God spared me from the previous four wars on Gaza, but this war is entirely different. Perhaps in the coming days, I won't be among you anymore. Maybe death will take me as it took my friends and relatives from me.

I am Omar Hamad from Gaza Strip, Beit Hanoun city. I graduated from the College of Pharmacy in 2019. I worked hard in pharmacies and pharmaceutical companies to save up enough money to open my own pharmacy. Because I am very interested in the field of cosmetics and skincare, I didn't open a pharmacy. Instead, I opened my own skincare and hair care store, "Cosmatics," and it cost me around $45,000.

In the last few months before the war, I prepared my apartment and, literally, "poured my heart's blood" into furnishing it. It cost me a hefty amount, around $20,000, and I was ready to get married. But the war did not allow that. It did not grant us even a simple life, which is the right of every human in this world. This world has become desolate, where we see death every day and it cannot even save our children.

I belong to a beautiful, loving, and kind family. My father, mother, brothers Ahmed, Abdullah, Sameh, and Mohamed, and my sisters Faten, Ward, and Reem. My elder brother Ahmed is deaf and mute, suffering in the war from the intensity of the bombing and the concussion in his ear, where he never sleeps at night. My sisters Faten and Ward are also deaf and mute, and their suffering is more difficult because they are females and their physical structure is weaker, as those vibrations and concussions in their ears reverberate heavily. Meanwhile, my sister Reem's fiancé was killed in the war. She couldn't look at life with a hopeful gaze. Our sorrows could fill the whole world and overwhelm it. Oh God, why does all of this happen!

My mother also lost her three brothers, her mother, her brother's wife, and her brother's daughter during the war, all brutally killed. Despite all the sorrow that fills our hearts, we still have a positive outlook towards the future.

After being forced to evacuate from the northern Gaza Strip to its south, we went to the Palestinian Red Crescent in Khan Yunis. The bombing and scenes of killing and destruction were numerous. One day, while my friends and I were eating in our tent, the house next to us was bombed, and shrapnel fell into our food, miraculously sparing us. On another day, a group of people in the street next to us was bombed, and I saw before me 17 bodies, all torn apart, scattered flesh. I couldn't stand from the horror of the scene.

Then we moved to Rafah, on a barren sandy land, if found, on an area of 8 square meters. Twenty meters of expensive nylon and some ropes, that's how a scar is made on the ground bearing the name "tent," assigned to shelter an entire family that meets all its needs within its walls. Living inside it without a bathroom, without a kitchen, without flooring, without pillars, without covers, without warmth, without anything except a heavy heart, a wandering mind, an empty stomach, dense fog, and a very long night, accompanied by sadness, loss of loved ones, wind, rain, and bone-chilling cold. And thus, we await death.

We all need at least medical and psychological care to alleviate some of this pain, also due to the prevalence of diseases and the lack of clean drinking water and the scarcity of food.

We deserve a dignified life like any human in this world. We don't want to live just to survive; we don't want to live like animals only thinking about drinking and eating. We want to live with dignity, with freedom. I am full of hope and optimism that you will support us and help us. If you find that we deserve a better life, please help us in this campaign, which is $50,000.

• The permits and fees necessary to leave the Gaza Strip through the Egyptian Rafah are $5,000 per person (9 people, which is $45,000), in addition to $5,000 to secure the lives of 9 people for rent, buying clean clothes, and securing food and drink at least in the first few days.

Thank you very much for being interested in reading and hearing my story. You are not obliged to help, but we all hope that you will help us and that we will live a dignified life free from bombing, death, blood, and destruction, and also free from continuous hunger and thirst, a life full of cleanliness and hope.

Omar.

[elf-kid2]

Modern Witchers

So this contractor drives into this tiny town, way out in the sticks, in the kind of beat-up white van used by many tradesman, and allegedly favored by murderous kidnappers.

He's got white hair that you're not sure is bleached or not, strange eyes short manners. Maybe (probably) he kinda gives you the creeps. White van, stranger-danger, big guy with muscles, and all. Bad vibes.

But you've got a problem, no denying: there's SOMETHING in those woods that doesn't belong there, and recently, when the local boys went to DO something about it... that SOMETHING went from killing livestock, to killing people to. And you know, once those types of creatures get a taste for human blood... best to deal with it sooner, rather than later. Hence, the out-of-town contractor.

Witchers specialize in hunting monsters, after all.

Better to put together a fundraiser to pay the (frankly, outrageous) fees now, then to have to pay all that later, plus the surcharge for beasts that've killed multiple people, plus pulling together the funds for more funerals.

A stitch in time save nine, as the saying goes.

He's got a musician hitchhiking with him, which you weren't expecting. Some hapless hitchhiker with a dufflebag over his shoulder, and a guitar on his back, who got lost on the way to Vegas, or Nashville, or wherever it is starry-eyed musicians go to Make It Big, these days.

Auntie said that any hitchhiker with sense'd be better off walking down a lonely road, instead of getting into a van like that, driven by a man like that. But I guess it takes all kinds of kinds, and that musician hadn't been murdered yet, so make of that what you will.

Anyhow, the musician started busking in the farmer's market-- some decent covers, a few original songs, and some kind of surprisingly catchy jingle for the contractor who'd given him a lift into town. It was pretty good; live music is always a treat when you can get it, and it'd been a while since the last Bluegrass Festival.

He knew how to charm people, work the crowd, how to ask for "donations to the fine arts" without being irritating about it. People dropped cash, and pennies, and quarters, into his open guitar case, at any rate.

I reckon he scraped together at least enough for lunch, form himself'n his friend. Witchers are surly and stingy as anything, y'know, so I wondered why he wasn't covering the meal, with how much he'd charged for slaying the monster...

...But I overheard mention of how he'd had to get that van fixed up at Joe's Auto-Mechanics, over by the old factory in the valley-- and everyone knows that Joe's Auto'll charge three times what the repairs are worth, with parts that cost ten times as much as they oughtta. Lord knows, those scammers'd be out of business, if there were any better options within 50 miles of their shop!

And that is why if you think your truck's getting ready to break down, you should try an' make sure it breaks down closer to home. And also why I figure it makes sense that even a Witcher'd be short on cash, after dealing with 'em.

Anyway, the Witcher spoke with the Sheriff, and he went out monster-hunting that night.

Meanwhile, that hitchhiking musician was playing at the local bar, and let me tell you-- he was pretty damn good! Played a few drinking-songs, and the kind of songs you can't play in front of the kiddos at Farmer's Market, played some catchy tunes that had people dancing and clapping along...!

I particularly enjoyed the murder-ballad about the woman who turned into a vengeful fire-monster when she found out her man was messing around with other women. Very clever wordplay, "flames of desire lighting up your funeral pyre!" Good stuff.

Then the Witcher came in-- fresh from the contract, and half-covered in mud and blood! Barkeep wouldn't even let him sit down until he'd hosed off the worst of it, out back!

Musician-- Jaskier, he called himself-- raised a toast to a successful hunt, and another to monster-hunters who let loving families sleep safely, and rowdy drunks stumble home un-eaten, and soon enough somebody was buying that Witcher a drink, and the barkeep gave him a plate of food on the house, and it was good times all around!

Beats toasting newly-dead friends, and drinking to forget the monsters at the door, any day.

The thing is, this is a small town. Not a lot of people come visit, and if they do, they're generally staying with family. Which is to say, there aren't any motels around here.

Now, that contractor, that Witcher, he'd asked around, beforehand, about what was available, in terms of overnight accomodations-- which, let's be honest, isn't much around here. Come morning, I saw that beat-up van parked outside the Rosebud Bed & Breakfast.

Now Rosebud's is a nice place, a respectable establishment, but we all know they've had some trouble since that big storm last month, when a tree smashed through the roof! Las I checked, that Bed & Breakfast only had the one bed fit for guests to sleep in!

Might've been a rather one-sided bidding war, or a tight fit, with two out-of-towners vying for a roof overhead, that night. But that's none of my business.

Jaskier the musician left town with the Witcher-- Geralt Rivera, I think the name was-- same as he came in. Well, makes sense that he wouldn't want to stay long enough to put down roots, a young musician on a mission to see the world and/or become rich and famous.

The Witcher, Geralt, did good work with the monster, too. I guess that's why they're the experts... Some folks are talking about having what's left of the beasty taxidermy'd, did you know? Might make a decent tourist attraction, or a decoration for Town Hall, or something. I don't know.

Anyway, all that's to say... don't let anybody tell you there's not still a need for Witchers, in the modern day.

[mohammedmatat]

Stop, think, be humane, donate and save a family.🚨🚨🚨🚨💔💔

I no longer have time to think about drinking a cup of coffee or going out for a walk. All we seek now is a tent to protect us from the cold and rain, or nylon to protect us from the rain, or to get enough clean water to last us all day, or to get food that will satisfy my children, or even to get a piece of clothing to protect us from the cold. We have lost half of our weight and we have grown dozens of years. Gaza has been destroyed and leveled to the ground, and our dreams and our future have been buried. Hasn’t Israel had enough? Hasn’t it had its fill of the blood of our children? Hasn’t it had its fill of the remains of children and women? How long will we remain in this injustice, terror, and fear? Don’t we deserve life and freedom? I miss taking a shower, sleeping on a comfortable bed, seeing electricity, and drinking clean water. We are tired and old, and our bodies and the bodies of our children have melted. Hunger has ravaged us. Please get us out of here. Donate to us, even a little. Please don’t ignore us.😥🥺😔💔🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Thank you very much for standing by us ❤.

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[avengerscompound]

Shared Experience - Chapter 1

Shared Experience - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Canon typical violence

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Rose Astor

Word Count: 1951

Summary:  Rose Astor met her end in 1920, joining the ranks of the living dead two years after the birth of Steve Rogers.  A century later the two meet in battle - a beacon of light clashing with a creature of the night.  Despite their differences, the two bond over their shared life experiences.  Can a vampire become an Avenger?  Can two such different beings create a life together?

Chapter 1

Present Day:

It had been over a week since Rose had last fed and she was starting to feel it.  Vampires didn’t feel hunger the same way as mortals.  It wasn’t a pain in the stomach that gradually worsened the longer it went without being addressed, but rather an almost feral need to consume.  The hunger clouded her mind and started to overwrite every other thought so that everything she looked at was either potential food or an obstacle to getting to the food.  It wasn’t just her mind that was affected though - there was a physical change too.  Her skin was paler than normal, and pulled tight against her bones, making her look gaunt and closer to dead than alive.  Her fangs were more prominent, and her eyes were red.  She hid them under sunglasses that were far too dark for the night and risked drawing people’s attention.

Thankfully, as far as most of the world was concerned, vampires didn’t exist.  Unfortunately, some humans weren’t so clueless.  All over the world were groups of monster hunters who would love to take out a creature of the night like her.  While they tended not to hunt the cities, it didn’t mean they couldn’t be found there.  Wearing dark glasses at night was a sure way to draw their attention.

Rose liked to push herself.  She was a reluctant vampire at the best of times.  Some took to the condition like they were born to it.  Rose had survived, which was more than many.  Most Vampires died within the first year of their turning.  She hadn’t succumbed to the depression of being turned into a monster that some do.  She hadn’t fumbled at one of the rules and accidentally fallen asleep where the sun reached, or in a spot mortals could find.  She hadn’t been killed by a monster hunter - though she had met a Bloodstone, one of the most famous monster hunters.  She hadn’t starved, or been caught feeding.  But she still didn’t love her role as a nightwalker.  She didn’t like feeding on people.  She’d been so social in her human life, and to have the humans, who were once her peers, now be her food sickened her.  She would drink blood from bags if she could get it, but it tasted terrible and never sat very well.  It was also difficult to get, even if she did compel someone to get it for her.  Most of the time she’d find someone who was willing.  Maybe not to donate, but to get close enough to her she could make it seem like she was just giving them a hickey.  It was the easiest way to get by.  If she stayed well-fed, she didn’t need to drain someone completely.  If she didn’t drain them, there was no body to get rid of, and she didn’t have to live with the fact she’d murdered again.

It was boring and lonely despite her physical closeness to humans.  The act was intimate but it highlighted her inability to be close to people again in any real way.  So when it got too much she stopped feeding, seeing how long she could go before the beast took hold.  She liked to draw the attention of hunters.  She liked the struggle for survival when the battle ensued.  It felt fair that way, and if she could take out a hunter it might save a creature that didn’t deserve their wrath.

Of course, there was always the risk that she’d give in and feed on an innocent, but in the last hundred years that had yet to happen.

Tonight she could smell blood.  She always could, in the state she was now - under the skin, safely enclosed in arteries, veins, and capillaries.  Salty and iron-rich and not yet starting to oxidize.  This was different.  It was freshly spilled and free-flowing from multiple sources nearby.  It made her mouth water and her fangs pop out, and despite the rational part of her mind screaming that it was dangerous and stupid to go after the scent, the feral animal part couldn’t resist it.

She followed the scent and the sound of fighting down an alley and into one of the main boulevards.  The street had broken out into complete chaos.  It was a superhero thing.  The kind of fighting that Rose tried to actively avoid.  She had powers - compulsion, strength, the ability to jump so high it resembled flight, and the ability to create and control a mist that shrouded the area around her.  She cared about the fate of the planet and the creatures on it, despite how apart from humanity she felt she didn’t want them all wiped out.  She also didn’t think superheroes would take too well to her kind.  The idea of vampires seemed so diametrically opposed to what superheroes fought for.

Seeing it up close as hungry as she felt it was too hard to resist.  The superheroes were all either in the air or at the far end of the street fighting a bunch of people that seemed to be dressed like different kinds of animals.  At Rose’s end, it was mostly people fleeing to safety, but one of the villains, a man dressed as a tiger, seemed to be snatching children from the crowd and using them as shields.

He was also bleeding.

Rose ran at him as fast as lightning, grabbing him from behind and biting into his neck.  The guy didn’t even have a chance to react before his blood was pouring into her mouth and she was drinking it down.  The children screamed as his body began to sag, and he released the small girl he had been holding.  As the life began to leave his body and the flow of blood slowed, she dropped him to the ground and looked at the cowering children in front of her.  “Where are your parents?”

One of them pointed down the road and she went to herd them in front of her, hoping to get them somewhere safe.  Now she had fed, that need for blood backed off again and she could think clearly.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flying toward her head and without thinking she put up her hand to block it.  It hit her hand hard enough to shatter bones, but that didn’t hurt as much as the way it burned her skin.  She threw it to the side and right away the itchy feeling of her bones knitting together spread through her hand.  On the other hand, the burn was still stinging like she was holding it over the fire.  She had only felt that lingering pain once before when she’d taken hold of a crucifix not long after being turned.  The mark had burned for hours and she still wore the cross-shaped burn in her hand today.

“Step away from the children.”

Rose wheeled toward the sound of the deep, masculine voice, and found herself face to face with Captain America.  He held out his arm and flexed his hand, and his shield returned to him, flying in from the side.  It had been the shield that she’d deflected, and it was the faith people put into that shield that had burned her.

“I was saving them,” she hissed, bracing herself for a fight.  She was strong enough that she thought she could hold her own against the super soldier, but if that shield was a faith object and he was throwing it around, there was a real risk of him taking her out.  Not to mention one of the Avengers was an archer.  An arrow to the heart worked just as well as a stake.

“What did you do to Tiger?” Rogers asked.

“Your job,” she said.  Behind her, the kids were running again, though she was no longer concerned about them.  She knew that they would be his priority over her.  She risked a look over her shoulder and ran, dashing to the side and leaping up the side of the building.  She heard him shout behind her and as she reached the roof, an arrow went whizzing by her ear.

“That was a warning shot,” Hawkeye yelled.  “Stay where you are.”

She froze and began to draw in mist around her, cloaking her from his gaze.  “She’s enhanced.  I’m gonna need help if you want to pursue her,” the archer called

If there was a response to him, Rose didn’t know, she’d taken off again, using the mist to hide her movements.  The arrows flew through the air, too close for comfort, and she snatched one as it reached her, nearly hitting her in the arm.  She kept running and easily jumped the space between buildings.  Even with the mist, she was a target up here,  She could hear footsteps behind her, keeping pace with her preternatural speed, and she knew that there were at least two Avengers who could both fly and had technology that could keep track of her, she just hoped if they did try to use technology, they’d try heat sensors.

“Stop running!”  Captain America’s voice made it through the thick fog.  He was panting from exertion and she kept telling herself that if she just kept running, he would tire before her.

She dropped down the next gap between buildings into an alley, leaving the mist above her as a shroud.  The jump was poorly planned, and she hit a dumpster when she landed, creating a loud crash and drawing the attention of Captain America.  He landed much more gracefully beside her as she was pulling herself out of the trash.  She didn’t stop to square off, she just ran.  Perhaps she could win in hand-to-hand combat, but not with that shield.

“Last warning!” he called, taking after her.  Before she even reached the end of the alley, the shield struck her in the back.  She screamed as her spine fractured when it connected with her.  Her legs gave out and she went sprawling out on the tar.

Steve stepped up over her as she tried to drag herself along.  The bones were knitting, but they wouldn’t knit fast enough for her to get away.  “You broke my spine,” she hissed.

“Stop trying to move,” he ordered.  “Let me help you.”

He tried to help her roll over and she clawed at him, tearing at his armor with her bare fingers.  “Just stop,” Steve repeated.  “You’re caught.  There’s nothing you can do.”

He rolled her over onto her back and she looked up at him.  This man was only a little younger than she was and looked about ten years older.  Of any human on the planet, he shared the most in common with her.  They both grew up in New York in the early twentieth century.  They both lived through World War II.  They both went through a transformation that turned them into something else.  Yet Steve Rogers was a hero and she was a monster.

He held his wrist to his mouth. “I need a medical evac here.  I caught her, she’s injured.”

She looked up at him with alarm and shook her head.  “No, no, no…” I can’t go to a hospital.  I’ll be fine in a second.  I heal.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“If I don’t go somewhere dark, you’ll kill me,” she said.  “You chased me because of what I did to that asshole trying to use children as a shield.  What you end up doing to me if the sun hits my skin will be far worse.”

Steve Rogers narrowed his eyes at her and called his shield back to his arm.  “What the hell are you?”

// NEXT

[katy-l-wood]

Welcome!

I am currently raising money to help fund my top surgery.

Time for a new welcome post!

I am a queer author/illustrator out of Colorado with a love of adventure and survival stories. I also do a lot of work covering natural disasters and exploring disaster related media.

You can check out all of my art and writing work on this website, or my other Tumblr, @AspenAndCopper (which I swear I'll start posting on eventually...).

And you can learn about my disaster related work on THIS website.

I also try to tag things somewhat well here, to keep the blog as organized as possible, but this is tumblr so. Mileage may vary on that.

BOOKS:

🌲Poison in the Blood:

Adult fantasy adventure. Vampires. Train robberies. Post-post-apocalyptic. Family saga. Multiple queer characters. Ace characters.

Dustin Lockwood would give anything to find his little sister ten years after she was kidnapped while their family fled a dangerous coven that wanted them dead, or worse. 

Shae Lockwood, living it up in London as a rare human actress, would give anything not to be found.

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Available through most major online retailers, and the ebook is in my own shop as well! Check out all buying options here.

🐎The Pits:

New adult fantasy western adventure. Our world but a little to the left. Siblings. Gender fluid character. Multiple queer characters. Strange forests. Found family.

No one goes into the Pits.

No one understands the magic of the Pits.

For those who try, there are consequences.

When Clarabella's girlfriend Emilia goes missing Clarabella tracks down the only person who can help: her outlaw older sibling Royal, who she hasn’t seen in three years.

Royal knows more about the strange magic of the world than anyone, more than they should. Magic Clarabella doesn’t believe in, until it's too late.

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Available through most major online retailers, and the ebook is in my own shop as well! Check out all buying options here. Check out the book trailer below as well!

⛺Camp Daze:

New adult contemporary apocalyptic. Hopeful apocalypse. Multiple queer characters. Survival. Summer camp. Autistic main character.

Conifer was raised to survive the end of the world. Any end of the world. Except this one, alone in the woods with over a hundred-fifty kids to save and only a handful of other young counselors to help her.

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Available through most major online retailers, and the ebook is in my own shop as well! Check out all buying options here.

[thetxtdevil]

The Phlebotomist pt. 1

Yeonjun x Reader

summary: Phlebotomists are medical professionals who are trained to do blood draws. However, this phlebotomist is a vampire who stole your heart.

content: suggestive, blood duh, medical and bar setting, vampire yeonjun, human female reader, innocent reader, human world w/ mystical creatures

word count: 1.1k

Your nerves were on high, feet were bouncing annoying the person sitting next to you. You were in the doctors office for a check-up and agreed to do a blood test as part of your screening. Why did you agree to this you should've said no, you thought to yourself. The scent of the sanitized waiting room was giving you a migraine until you hear your name being called.

"y/n, l/n?"

You look up and froze. Why was a model in scrubs and why was he calling your name? The handsome man called your name again looking around for the patient. Then you remembered that you should get up. The man watches you stumble out of your chair and smiles to himself.

"Are you y/n? I am Yeonjun I'll be taking your labs today"

You nod and follow the model-like phlebotomist to another room.

"Here is your seat, I will be preparing the supplies"

You sat down on the chair and watch him as you roll your sleeves up. God he was beautiful, the maroon scrubs fit his toned body so nicely and went well with his raven black hair that outlined his sharp features.

"Are you nervous?"

You nod while Yeonjun admires your arm looking for a right spot.

"don't worry I have good aim" he winks

Your face was probably as red as your blood being drawn. Was he really flirting with you at this time?

Little did you know phlebotomist Yeonjun is a vampire. He is old enough in vampire years to know how to control himself along with humans. He stumbled upon a brochure advertising to become a phlebotomist, he was hesitant until he saw that all they do is to be around blood. He found that this job actually calms his urges to hunt and theres a program in the hospital that help mystical creatures like him. So he gets a discount on leftover donated blood bags something about "thank you for saving lives instead of killing them"

You take a deep breath as Yeonjun pokes your arm. You’re too nervous to notice him as he finds himself frozen by your scent. Yeonjun's pupils dilate over the sweet scent of your blood. Never in his years of doing this job did he get exhilarated by a patient.

yes it satisfied his needs but this…

this was different

Yeonjun continues doing his job debating whether he should prologue your visit or make you leave as fast as possible before he gets himself a trip to HR. As he bandages you up he takes one last look at you. Both of you stare at each other's eye for a while.

He thought you were as beautiful as you thought he was.

- - -

Days later you receive lab results claiming that you’re healthy, but there was one problem you were love sick. These days you were daydreaming about the handsome phlebotomist and wondered where could you find Yeonjun again.

As the love sickness continued you spent your days on the couch eating ice cream and watching random things on tv. Your phone explodes with messages from your friends inviting you to go bar hopping. A sigh of hesitation slips your mouth but you agreed to go to pass the time of one more lonely night.

Over the course of the night your group of friends became scattered as they found someone to sleep with or getting bored and went home. You were surprised how long you lasted. You guessed that the alcohol was doing its job of keeping your mind busy. Then, the lasting friends suggested to go to “Red Moon.”

You were nervous about the proposal. This was a bar for both mystical creatures and humans. Mystical creatures have become normalized in society, but they are still seen as potential danger. You were already scared of regular creeps, you were not ready to fight off a more powerful creep.

Your friends walk in the bar without a care in the world with you walking behind in in obvious terror. The dark bar was illuminated with red neon lights and was blasting music. Distracted by the diversity of humans and creatures you instantly loose your friends and now you pushed yourself into the corner of the bar for safety.

You look up to the bar tender who was obviously a werewolf and obviously judging you.

"Can I get a vodka cranberry, please?"

"Sure thing" the werewolf warmed up to you after the order.

As you were waiting for your drink, you feel hands on your waist and another's body against yours.

A deep voice whispers in you ear “Hello again y/n l/n”

You were about to smack the invader but stopped to realize the voice was familiar. Turning around you find the mystery voice belonged to the phlebotomist model. Yeonjun had a different aura about him. He looked more edgy and dark but still very handsome.

Yeonjun grabs your hand you were about to smack him with and stretches it out to see where he poked you with a needle.

He points at the sensitive area and says “see I told you I have good aim, barely a bruise”

You stare at him with a grin so entranced by the off-duty phlebotomist you comfortably left his body pressed against yours. Both of you stayed like that while talking and getting to know each other.

“So what are you doing in this bar”

“What do you mean?” Yeonjun relaxes his head into your neck.

“Isn’t this bar for creatures like werewolves, elves, pixies, a- and…”

You have a hard time finishing your sentence when you feel his lips against your neck.

“Vampires” he says while raising his head to look at you.

You nod looking at yeonjun closer. That’s when you noticed his eyes were now a dark shade of red and his smirk revealed long sharp fangs. You shivered at the sight and blush appeared on your cheeks. This reaction increased the delectable scent Yeonjun has been thinking about since he met you in the clinic.

"You... you're a vampire?"

"Yes, is that a problem?" he leans towards your face.

You two stare into each others eyes like before. Yeonjun's red eyes switch from your eyes to your lips.

"You've never been with a vampire before have you?"

You shake your head no. You move a hand to reach for his neck pressing down to find the lack of pulse. The cold touch was enough to clarify your discovery. This made the man shiver.

"How about you take me home and you'll find out what its like being with a vampire, hmm?" he says as he grasps your hand.

He's cocky yet still a gentleman. You turn around asking the bartender for a shot of vodka. You down it, leave a tip, and turn to Yeonjun again.

"Let's fucking do this"

part 2 -> link

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

[purple-plum-petals]

Help my family. War is devastating. There is nothing left for life. No schools, no universities, no home, and no dreams. All dreams have been destroyed.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/dydb36-gaza -palestine

⊱ The Scars That Remain ⊰ || Boothill and Aventurine Angst Headcanons

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮        Character(s): Boothill and Aventurine (Separate, Honkai: Star Rail)        Warning(s): Spoilers for Boothill’s and Aventurine’s Backstories, Discussions of Survivor’s Guilt, Mentions of Suicide/Attempted Suicide/Suicidal Ideation, Implied Alcoholism, Religious Trauma, Overall Theme and Discussion of Death/Genocide.        Genre: Headcanons, Angst.        Word Count: ~1000 words        Author’s Note: I know that Boothill and Aventurine are fairly popular characters within the fandom, and one of the reasons why they’re so beloved is because of their backstories. Both of these characters are victims of war – victims of genocide and a massacre at the hands of the IPC on their respective home planets of Aeragan-Epharshel and Sigonia.

There is a genocide happening to Palestinians at this very moment, and thousands of people and families are being displaced and murdered simply because of the land in which they live. Please, if you are financially able, help this family. If you’re not able to contribute to their evacuation, spreading the word about this family may reach those who are able to donate. The family’s gofundme can be accessed here: https://www.gofundme.com/f/dydb36-gaza -palestine ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

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🌾: Sometimes Boothill wonders what his family would think of him now, wondering if his fathers and siblings would even recognize him after what he had become. He was no longer made of flesh and blood – he was no longer human. He tries not to dwell on the thought for too long. After all, there was no point in thinking about hypotheticals. He would never know what his loved ones would have thought because, if they were still here, he wouldn’t have taken the path that he did.

🌾: When Boothill hears the sound of children laughing and playing, or when he walks past small dresses decorated with beads and ribbons and lace, he can’t help but wonder if he would have been a good father if he had just been given a chance. He thinks about that little girl he had found and taken in as his fathers had with him on lonely nights. Nights when he absentmindedly strums the strings of a recently stolen guitar, remembering the one he had carved for her, the one she would slap with her small palm and giggle at the noise it made. Would she have grown up to play the guitar, or would she have picked up a different instrument? Those were more questions he would never get an answer to, and the memory of that high-pitched babbling laughter haunted him.

🌾: Boothill frequently wonders if his fathers knew how much he loved and appreciated them, the two men who had taken him in and raised him as if he were their own. He thinks about the times he could have done more for them, or his mind thinks about all the words he could have told them so they knew without a doubt how much they meant to him and how much he cared for them. Even though Boothill wasn’t the one who gave the order, sometimes he feels as though their blood is on his hands.

🌾: He suffers from immense guilt at the fact he was the only one from the farm who survived the bombing, wishing that he was either fast enough to have made it there in time to save them, or fast enough that he could have died there with them in his arms. He wishes he could have had the time to make graves for those he lost but, in the fiery blaze left in the attack’s wake, there wasn’t much he was able to do.

🌾: Once he enacts his revenge on Oswaldo Schneider, Boothill will most likely choose to end his own life, going back to his home planet and the farm that had been reduced to nothing but ash. He had already been dead for a long time, and he had a desire to reunite with the people he loved the most in the afterlife. So, he’d settle down on the ground that was once covered in tall, soft grass, and he’d think about the sound the babbling brook used to make as his systems finally shut down. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, the rage in his heart subsidized as peace finally washed over him.  

🎲: It came easy to Aventurine, the ability to put his life on the line without any instance of hesitation. That was something he had done for a long time now, using his own life as another gambling chip on the table. It probably wasn’t normal for one to continuously try and end their own life in the dreamscape just to see if it would stay permanent, either, hoping that deep down they wouldn’t wake up in their room on Penacony. Here he was, though, sitting up in the dream pool as he tried to catch his breath after the latest little “test” to see if a true death truly didn’t exist in Penacony’s dreamscape.

🎲: Aventurine remembers vividly what it was like, floating in the cold water as his clothes stuck uncomfortably to his skin while he held his breath, trying not to move. He remembers the warmth of his sister’s hand in his, the water around them dyed a dark red as the scent of iron and rot filled the air. He couldn’t move because of the fear of being found, the fear of those hunting them like wild animals realizing they were indeed alive and not dead like the other bodies that floated around them in an eerie silence. He remembers the shrill cackles of the men who killed his mother that day, a sound that would never leave him.

🎲: He frequently suffers from nightmares, whether it be each and every event that has stained his hands in red, the death of his mother, or his older sister’s final goodbye to him on that rainy day. One dream Aventurine has quite frequently, however, is the “game” that lasted for two days – a game that resulted in him being the final victor while the bodies of the thirty-four others just like him lay lifeless around where he stood. He dreams of their screams, their hands reaching towards him as they shriek “Why? Why you?” He cannot answer them, though, for he doesn’t know why himself.

🎲: Sometimes, Aventurine’s neck burns and itches despite it being years since the mark was blistered into his flesh or since the cold, iron chains squeezed tightly around his throat. On nights when the feeling won’t go away, he drinks until the burning comes from the inside instead, an almost painful sting in his stomach and chest that makes him forget the way he can still recall how hot iron felt searing his skin.

🎲: Aventurine has mixed feelings regarding the “blessing” he was given by Gaiathra Triclops. He wonders why he was given this blessing, and what was the reason for being the only one of his people to survive – what was his purpose. Why was he made to suffer at the hands of a god that was supposed to love him? Why did she not save his family, his people, who all worshiped her until their dying breath? Aventurine feels immense guilt at the mere thought his faith no longer lies within the god of their clan and wonders what his family would think if he didn’t believe in the god who gave him his blessing of “luck.”

[polarisjisung]

u’r a zionist aren’t u

GIRL WHAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I feel GENUINELY sick to my stomach with this accusation good lord please don't be coming onto my blog with any of that because I will absolutely take offence

zionism is disgusting. it's against humanity and any sort of basic morals. no I'm not a zionist and never will be. zionism is against everything I stand for as an individual and is something I cannot support. hope I've made myself clear.

I have no excuse for how little I've advocated for the palestinians considering I have some form of a platform to do so but it is absolutely vile to assume someone is a zionist when that's practically synonymous to beings some inhumane blood thirsty lowlife

but because this is not about this ^^ comment, and is much more about bringing a light upon the things that really matter and will make a change— find some ways you can help below (links are in green)

DONATE as much as you can here's the link for some people who still haven't hit their goal but are so painfully close, if you can give up something small to help them then I suggest you do, they're losing their homes, their families, their lives, they're losing EVERYTHING so if there's a small even tiny sacrifice you can make no matter what it is then you absolutely should.

Nada's Go Fund Me

Tarneem—a mother from gaza

Mohammad Ayad and his family

Baby Alma

PLEASE avoid anything on the BDS boycott list where possible or at least as the BARE MINIMUM avoid Starbucks, McDonalds, Pepsico respectfully and maybe even disrespectfully you can live without an overpriced drink and some processed food that doesn't do you or your health any favours anyway and considering there are no end to the alternatives shame on you if you can't avoid these things

this is a separate boycott list with a few more things and since I have a decent following of people I'll assume use makeup and cosmetic stuff this is a list for makeup and cosmetics

DONATION FOR EXTERNAL AID

Islamic relief

Muslim Hands

PLEASE AVOID THE BRITISH RED CROSS AS THERE IS SOME CONFLICTING OPINIONS OF WHERE THE MONEY ACTUALLY REACHES ( link for purposes of warning do not use this link please)

A DAILY CLICK TO HELP if you can't donate

click for free to help

WATCH TIKTOKS FROM SUPPORTING CREATORS (they donate money from the creator fun/ what they make on videos to palestine/ families they support in palestine)

CAM LANG

ERIN HATTAMER

CHRIS KUNZLER

FOLLOW THESE ACCOUNTS to keep up to date and educated (on IG)

eye.on.palestine

letstalkpalestine

voicesforpalestine

hiddenpalestine

OR FOLLOW some accounts of twitter or X:

Eyeonpalestine

palestinenews

BE CAREFUL WHEN WATCHING THE NEWS

Unfortunately not all documents on the news of what's happening in gaza is accurate or even close to it, the ONLY channel I know that shows the extent of pain and grief and devastation in palestine is Al Jazeerah but PLEASE share if you know of any more and make sure to differentiate carefully between propaganda and politics vs what's actually happening

MORE LINKS YOU MAY USE— I have used the above links personally but not all the ones listed on this carrd but I thought it would be useful to share anyways

help palestine carrd

BE VOCAL whether it's casual conversation with friends or family, sometimes exposure is the best way to change a mindset and it shouldn't be difficult to advocate for something that could potentially save lives and not just lives but a whole generation

[tg-headcanons]

i just had this thought after watching one too many medical dramas, how are hospitals going to change after ghoul legalization? how many doctor will turn up all of a sudden being ghouls? will ghouls only be allowed to treat ghouls and humans only be allowed to treat human? and will the medical field evolve for the better for both humans and ghouls?

GHOULS IN HEALTHCARE

Medical care is not something most ghouls had access to, and ghouls aren’t something most doctors considered before, but after legalization and the promise made that ghouls would be given access to doctors, the need arose. It was a big shake up of the system, doctors pushing back against the idea of retraining, a lack of a plan for how to go about getting ghouls into hospitals, and even the common argument that ghouls should go the a vet instead. To try to handle this, former CCG ghouls researchers were offered positions in hospitals as the closest thing there is to a ghoul specialist. Between their knowledge of ghouls and doctor’s knowledge of medicine, the early access ghouls got was shoddy, not well researched, and often fraught with mistreatment and neglect

It got better as more ghouls came out, and the previous few ghouls who managed to become doctors became highly sought both as practitioners and for teaching medical students and leading studies. Humans making a big stand about refusing to be treated by a ghoul doctor we’re just loud and obnoxious because the ghoul doctors they’re oh so adamant about rejecting are way too busy founding a new branch of medicine

A lot of things had to be tested and researched. For the first time there’s ghouls that need prescriptions and treatments and they’re really trying to figure out what medicines in what doses work. Most ghouls make a few extra bucks here and there from studies desperate for a ghoul to take some pills and report results

The advancements in medical technology they got from ghouls were immense. Previously terminal diseases are getting treatments using ghoul rc cells. Previously irreversible chronic illnesses and injuries are making incremental progress for the better and increasing quality of life. Even organ donation is better. It turns out that if a ghoul with low enough rc donates a kidney or lung to a human who’s okay with a lifetime of rc supplements, it works just fine, and there’s ghouls now who’s whole job is just being an organ farm with a salary and benefits

Half-ghoul surgery becomes a rare, but lifesaving procedure. It took a long time for it to be okayed on human trials after the studies on the quinx and artificial ghouls came out to the horror of the entire medical community, but in some cases of extreme disfigurement and injury, if there’s a donor kakuhou available they can implant it. It’s a heavily regulated and closely monitored procedure, but a human who’s lost a significant portion of their body can be saved by the process of becoming na artificial ghoul, regenerate most of what they lost, then be given the treatment to remove the need for human flesh

Over time, more ghouls are going into the medical field, and when the original uproar from people upset at having to entrust their health to their predators died down, it became clear that they make great doctors. They can sniff out a lot of infection or diseases. They can smell blood and bile on someone’s breath. They can utilize adaptations meant for hunting humans to diagnose them and, when in an emergency, they tend to have no problems sticking their hands into a mess of a body. Many ghouls are sought out as emts and paramedics for that ability to sniff out blood and lack of disgust response when it comes to the nasty side of saving lives