#family?

[leoreadss]

I just had a conversation with my mother. I usually don’t talk to her very much cause I’m tired of constantly being told about money problems. She asked her usual empty questions when I decide to tell her about my job. I lost it in February this year but told no one cause I don’t want them to worry about me (if they ever worried about me). Well, long story short, I live in another country and when I told her I might have to move back home she immediately respond with ‘oh but you need to find a room. You can’t stay here. ‘ Bare in mind that last Christmas I had a little existential crises and I was thinking to move back home (having a remote job) and she was so happy (probably for the money I would have spent on her house). I was willing to contribute but now that my situation has changed so has her attitude towards me.

Well thanks mum, I guess.

I have some saving but if I don’t find a job in the next two month I’ll seek help. Don’t know what to do. A go found me? I don’t ever ask for money. But I might.

Send kind message and Aziraphale pics please. A little be blue today

[onepiece-asl-lover]

READER my au X ASL TRIO

Part 2 "help from strangers"

Eventually you regain consciousness but deside to keep your eyes close to relax and know your surrondings for a little. You hear whispers and talking from some people around you. All words they are saying mash up into a mess when they are speaking over eachother "girl...dont know...healed..dangerous...safe...child..Collar....chains...medicine....14?" When trying to puzzle those words together nothing pops into your brain. You feel a matress like thing under you but you still feel chains connected to you.

You slowly open your eyes and squint as light from a ceiling light hits your eyes. "Boss she woke up!" *random ahh shouting* You see you have bandages around your body your not cleaned up but atleast the bleeding the cuts are healing, then you look at the chains and they looked like somone was trying? to pry them open well barley. How stupid they must be, the metal is seastone. A man or a woman you think? Turns to look at you.

"Who are you"

You just look at him and blink then you speak up, more hoarse then expected but you kind of did drink some of the saltwater while swimming to shore.

"im R-reader"

"Reader? Ive heard that name before, Celestial Dragons slave girl!"

"Yes,sir"

"Yes sir"? Im a women!"

You just look at her, your face completely still and emtionless.

"Stop staring!"

"...umm t-thanks for taking care of me?"

"Taking care"? Dont tell me you're going to stay here?.."

"..."

"Stop staring! And I heard you were a bratty kid too"

"..."

"I don't wan't to take care of one more brat!"

"..."

You kept looking at her blankly not a single sprakle in your eyes. You can see a few sweatdrops going down her face and her teeth grits together as you keep looking at her then after a 1 min staring contest she sighs and turns around.

"Fine, Y/n, ill let you stay but you have to get to work next morning with Ace, and Luffy!"

You wanted to cry from relief but you were taught not to cry or you will be punished severely. So you nod and sat up, ignoring the pain going through your body.

"Thank you ma'am"

"Ya ya, your welcome"

The rest of the Mountain bandits go back to eating and you can see meat around the room. Then you see two boys, one with a Strawhat and the biggest smile you ever seen, rushing to your side while the other, with freckles, stays put and coutinue to eat an enormous amount of meat.

"Hey! My name is Luffy! Let's be friends!"

Danm this kid's enthusiastic but it make you feel...happy? Nobody showed you this much equality and kindness expect for that orange hair lady but she said it in a meaner voice.

"Okay."

"Yay!...hey what is that"

You see him point to the seastone collar around your neck

"Its a shock collar made out of seastone, if it is bothered to much it will start to beep then...it will explode"

It hurt to say that. Having to experience when you were in the Clestial dragons hands, innocent people dying becuase of a shock collar.

You turn to look at Luffy as he inspects your injury with a smile. He reminds you of an person you met a long time ago.

"You must be so brave to have all these scars and scratches! You will look so strong and tough in battle! I got one when I stabbed my cheek, but Shanks said having scars dosen't make you a pirate but I think it makes you look strong! blah blah"

As the boy continues talking you have a warm feeling in your chest you haven't felt in a long time he seems so sweet. When anybody looks at you they look at you like you were a piece of trash that has no worth

"Hey Y/N how old are you?"

"Im 11"

The room goes silent and the moutain bandits are upside down on the floor for some reason and even that freckle face boy looks at you

"Wow, she is tall for an 11 year old, I thought she was 15"

"Ace is 10 and he's only 3/4 of her size and she is just one year older than him"

The room goes back to the chatter and you look at the freckled face boy who you expect to be Ace, grunts and turns away from you.

After eating

You see Luffy run after Ace outside shouting his name as some mountain bandits try to stop him but to no luck. You see the lady who people call "boss" or "Dadan" sigh as she starts drinking some alcohol while other also drink some aswell.

You lie down and close your eyes to get some rest as you here drunk Dadan talking about the boy "Ace".

You thought a little eavesdropping wouldnt hurt right..?

"Im already giving up on Ace, too!" "I dont care if he dies or not. I'll just tell Garp it was an accident.""It's true that 'the devil's children have devils luck''! "He's the devil's son"! "If the Goverment finds about this, what do you think they'll do to us?!"

"Easy, Easy, Boss"

"You're drinking too much!"

As you open your eyes a bit you see Ace behind the curtain, and it doesn't look like you were the only one eavesdropping, and you can tell those words that Dadan said hurt him a bit.

You see Ace walk to his bedroom and close the door. A little while after, Dadan told you to go sleep in the room aswell. It did hurt to walk while still healing from all the blood loss and scars.

You went into the room as you quickly put a mattress down and before you lie down and went to sleep, you glance at Ace as he seems asleep.

"Ace, I dont think you're a devil's child, I think your just..misunderstood" you mumble

Ace sits up and goes to look at you with a shock face

"what did you sa-"

But he sees you're already asleep and sighs.

"Hm?"

He looks at the collar around your neck. He gently adjust it so it hurt you to bad. As he sighs again he lies down and falls asleep.

Next morning

You woke up pretty early 2am , only sleeping for 2 hours but if felt nice sleeping after being able to sleep only for 30 min when in the hands of the Celestial Dragons. You saw Ace and Luffy still sleeping and you gently tuck the blanket so it covers them.

You went the main area and saw it was a bit of a mess from yesterday. You started mopping the floor and laundry then started polishing the wepons and shoes.

You sat on the floor and waited for everyone to wake up. You see the room is spotless and clean. You wait for everyone to wake up, you wonder what their expressions will be? Guess have to see when they wake up.

[ramencat12]

i had a vision

I’m listening

[peachespeachespeachesily]

Casually forcing my family to watch Nimona <3

[hostiae]

benji, a fellow child vampire, probably empathized a lot with claudia's story when he read daniel's book. — even if they're very different. i think he wishes that they could have met ( pls let him meet claudia in aus ). he puts on a good face and doesn't really verbalize that being stuck as a 12 year old sucks at times, especially as he ages, but he would have liked to know someone who had to deal with the same struggles.

though i apologize to all madelines, but he would see her as a predator. if someone was willing to overlook that he's a kid, he'd morph into chris hansen on the spot. he would find it very fucked up and feel like claudia needed to be protected. bc he doesn't blame claudia for it, he thinks it would be normal to want someone to overlook it so badly that you forget how fucked up it might be if they do.

bc you can't overlook that they're still in children's bodies. that's their tragedy.

[kayiiin]

Some extra content of the birthday post

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

I was inspired

[hayanahed]

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

[chicagoeggwhisperer]

If King Charles dies on or before March 25th, 2024, he will technically be the shortest-reigning king in English history.

Anyway, like to charge, reblog to cast.

[xxtc-96xx]

hooray for blue charmander!

somehow I've done another Chartodile family moment

[nelsonakis]

[girldraki]

[liquidstar]

my brother was making fun of me and our other brother for having the same haircut, and we were immediately like "what the fuck are you talking about? you had this EXACT SAME haircut like a year ago. this is your haircut too. jackass." so we start arguing back and forth until our mom stops us and says "come here." and she brings out her ID from when she was a teenager and... its the same haircut.

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

[pinkiemachine]

I made a thing….