#god children of ana

[iamthekaijuking]

The God Children of Ana Masterpost

Part 1: Phantasmagoria/Introduction of the Locolichi & Keshali

Part 2: Multi Laetus Reditus/The Golden Toad

Part 3: Bedevil/Melalo

Part 4: Lindo or Limbo?/Lilyi

Part 5: Bolide Infidelity/Tculo

Part 6: Envy & Odium/Tcaridyi

Part 7: Malignance/Silali

Part 8: Imminence/Bitoso

Part 9: Opprobrium/Lolmischo

Part 10: Consternation/Minceskre

Part 11: Mortem Obire/Poreskoro

Part 12: Animam Agere

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[13beachesxx]

i miss lots of things from childhood, but i miss Them the most

[huda-pls]

Save What's Left of My Family in Gaza.

In the heart of Gaza, where daily life has become a constant challenge amidst the siege and continuous bombing, we experienced unforgettable moments, filled with love and hope despite the pain. This is my story, and the story of my family, which may not differ from hundreds of other families in Gaza, but it holds special memories that will forever be etched in our minds.

Yazan, my dear nephew, was always a symbol of courage and joy in our family. Since childhood, he loved to wear his elegant blue suit, always made sure his hair was neatly styled, and smiled at the world as if to tell us that tomorrow would be better. On the day of a family member's wedding, Yazan stood proudly beside us, radiating happiness, sharing his smiles with everyone, as if he knew that these moments would be among the last memories we would have of him. Just a few days later, in a merciless airstrike, we lost Yazan. He left us while dreaming of a tomorrow filled with peace and joy, leaving behind a void and indescribable pain.

As for Suheir, my beloved niece, she is the sun that rises in our lives every day. Suheir is still with us, full of life and hope, dreaming of wearing her white dress on her special day and living a life filled with joy and success. Despite the harsh circumstances, Suheir carries the spirit of childhood and is the source of hope that we cling to amidst all this pain. Every time I see her, I feel that life still offers us a chance to witness its beauty and happiness.

We lost Yazan, but we thank God that Suheir is still with us. She is a symbol of hope and resilience. Although life has become more difficult and harsh, I believe there is always light at the end of the tunnel. We have endured these bitter experiences together as a family, but we still carry in our hearts a passion for life, seeking safety and the opportunities that can grant us a new beginning.

For this reason, I have launched a fundraising campaign to help my family escape this harsh reality. My goal is to secure a better future for those of us who remain, especially the children who deserve to live their lives without fear of bombings and airstrikes. All I ask for is a chance to give them a future filled with peace and opportunities, far from wars and destruction.

With hope and faith, I ask everyone who reads these words to contribute to our cause. Together, we can build a better future for our children, keep Yazan's memory alive as a symbol of courage and hope, and continue to support Suheir so that she can live the life she dreams of, filled with safety and happiness.

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[ma7moudgaza2]

How did we cope with hunger in Gaza and not perish until now?

It’s a very strange topic to discuss in the twenty-first century.

Since the Israeli military war began, a more brutal war has been waged alongside it: the war for food.

I don’t know where to start, as I really don’t want to remember anything that happened to us, but it’s necessary to talk about it to benefit from our experience, may God spare you from similar situations.

As men, we are the first line of defense in our family army against the aggression of the hunger war.

The first situation I suffered from was five months into the war. It was a critical time when we had been without food or flour for nearly a month. We were living off what remained of our bodies' fat, some barley, and animal food.

It was a very cold night. Finally, we received a food ration from a charity, which was a bag of flour.

My family rejoiced and prayed, but I sat lamenting my fate. I saw how these rations were distributed; it was extremely chaotic. The queue, oh the queue! I swear the line stretched over 3 kilometers of people.

My turn was scheduled for nine o'clock the next morning. You can imagine that I had to leave at sunset that day to spend the night on the street to secure a place in the queue, otherwise, I wouldn’t receive anything.

I was overwhelmed by three pains:

The hell of children's hunger.

The hell of the queue and the cold.

And the hell of war.

By the way, the military war is nothing compared to what I mentioned above.

I indeed burdened myself with clothes, took my mattress to sleep on, and carried the water bottle for which I had stood in another queue to obtain.

I bid farewell to my family and left. I am Mahmoud, a computer engineer with soft skin. Imagine, my dear, imagine the fear that overwhelmed me.

I truly did not sleep and sat waiting for my turn until it finally came, and I received my ration. It was the most exhausting day of my life, but it became bearable when I returned to my family and found them eating.

My mother suggested a way to eat. Each of us would only get one loaf of bread throughout the day. She said: "Eat half of the meal you usually eat over a longer period. If you eat half a loaf for breakfast in 10 minutes, eat a quarter of a loaf in half an hour. The effect will be as if you ate half a loaf."

Indeed, the method was very, very effective.

The question for you:

What were you doing while people in Gaza were dying of hunger?

I have a donation campaign for my family if you are interested in helping your friend from Gaza. 👇

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[beautiful-basque-country]

Initiative launched in Paris to have the spelling of names like Aña and Eñaut accepted

Like Breton, other languages such as Basque, use "diacritical marks" on various names that do not exist in the French language. In fact, parents who choose names like Eñaut or Aña for their children will face the same obstacles as the Breton parents who named their son Fañch.

According to a complaint sent on July 23, 2014 by the civil registers of north EH, they cannot correctly write a name that has a mark that is foreign to the French language. At most, parents can officially register their children by making a spelling error like Inaki, Enaut or Ana.

Continuing the battle that began in Breizh, the tilde in the name Fañch has been the protagonist of a long legal battle. Several judges believe that this diacritical sign would call into question two values ​​of the French Republic: unity and equality.

The deputy Iñaki Echaniz, who is a bearer of a name with a tilde, registered the proposal for debate in the National Assembly of Paris last February.

As he recalled in his project, in some cases the registration of names with the tilde has been approved, but in others it has not. In order to put an end to this confusion, Echaniz has asked for the approval of a law that "will allow the appropriate and respectful application of traditions when the tilde or any other special diacritical sign is used, taking into account the Breton language, Basque, Catalan and other languages". He added that this legislative proposal's aim is "to guarantee to every citizen the transmission of their cultural heritage through their name".

Colette Capdevielle and Peio Dufau, two other Basque deputies, have joined the legislative project, which has the signatures of a total of 52 deputies.

[x]

France as a nation sure is hanging by a thread if a simple tilde can threaten its unity and equality, gods.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Aftermath

Summary: The aftermath of your arrival in Jackson and running back into Joel brings back emotions you thought you had moved on from.

Pairing: past Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 3k

Rating: G

Warnings: angst, POV switch, bad break-up, talks about child birth, one steamy thought, flashbacks, Tommy being the protective bro, a surprise about the real relationship status of Joel and reader, Ellie being a dick (affectionate), Joel still being a mess and bad at feelings, but he's trying

A/N: still not exactly sure where I am going with this. Let me know what you think

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part two of invisible string

You didn’t think seeing him again after so many years, and after so much had happened would feel like this. 

Like finally being able to take a full breath after being under water for too long. 

You thought you’d be over it by now. Over him. 

It had been almost six years after all.

Yet it felt like it had been yesterday when you took one last look at him early in the morning with your little possessions packed and him passed out on the bed after another night of him drinking himself to sleep. 

But the moment you caught his wide eyes across the room now, it was 2010 all over again and you were the girl across the street who had dropped all the rations you had just picked up because some rude asshole walking into you, finding Joel looking at you with a hint of a smirk after you cursed the person out who had ran into you. 

Before you could realise it you had sat Ana down on the bench next to your brother who still had little Leo in his lap and were walking towards him, ignoring your brother calling after you.  

Joel looked at you like he’d seen a ghost. 

Deep in the night, when you were alone and your little family was asleep you imagined what it would be like if you’d ever meet Joel again. 

He had not only broken your heart that night you told him you were pregnant. 

He had broken a part of you that you hadn’t been able to repair. 

You tried to hate him, god did you try. 

You cursed him on your whole absolute suicidal journey back to your hometown close to Denver, your mind set on finding your brother who you had occasional contact to, since he was living in a community on the an military base, close to the Denver QZ.

You cursed Joel when you gave birth in the safety of an actual working hospital while your brother held your hand, wishing so much it was Joel who was supporting you through the birth of your child. 

You cursed him when you were surprised by not only one but two babies who you were now responsible for. 

You cursed and cursed and cursed him while you just could not stop loving him no matter how much you tried.  

Because you knew the man behind the version he had turned into in the months leading up to your break up. 

The man who was lashing out at you for things out of your control. The man who stayed away longer and longer until he didn’t come back home to your shared apartment at night. The man who never ever told you he loved you with his own words. 

Not when you were awake, but you did not know that he whispered his I love you’s every night against your forehead before he fell asleep. 

But he also was the man who always kept you in his arms when you were scared of a storm howling outside. The man who always kept one of his shirts out for you because he knew how much you loved to wear them. The man who had you on the verge of tears from the way he knew how to play your body night after night while he praised you what a good girl you were for him. 

He was the father of your children. 

And you loved him. 

You still loved him. 

You just weren’t sure if you could ever forgive him and trust him again. 

And just couldn’t stay with him back then while was busy destroying himself. Because it wasn’t just you anymore you had to take care of but the children growing inside of you. 

And so you left. All the way to Colorado, the Denver QZ and then to find you brother, finally finding him when you were almost eight months pregnant. And now you were in Jackson, Wyoming. 

The community you had spend the last years in having been overrun by a huge group of infected and your brother knowing about Jackson from the trading routes he went on regularly. 

You never thought you would see Joel ever again. Not that far away from Boston. 

And now he was here. And he was looking at you. And you were trying to decide if you would kill or kiss him when you saw him bend over, Tommy looking concerned and a girl not older than fifteen running across the room towards him.

„Joel?“ You whispered, your hand reaching out as if to touch him, but you decided against it, rubbing your sweaty palm against the fabric of the new jeans you had been gifted this morning. 

He blinked his eyes up at you in shock. 

„You’re here,“ he gasped and then he fell into the arms of his brother, who caught him before he could hit his head. Unconscious. 

„Fuck,“ Tommy groaned, trying to pull his brother up in his arms, the girl next to you pushing you away to help him. 

„Is he dead? Tommy? He can’t be dead. I am not ready being mad at him yet,“ she shook her head while helping Tommy slowly put him on the ground, people gathering around you now.

„He’s not dead, Ellie. He’s just….“ Tommy looked up at you for a moment before he looked at the girl, Ellie, again. 

„He’s just overwhelmed and had a panic attack. Can you please get Doc so we can get him to the clinic? Just to be sure?“ Tommy asked and you could feel how hesitant the girl was to leave him. 

Who was she?

„Fine,“ she mumbled and got back up, but not before looking at you with narrowed eyes. 

„This is your fault,“ she hissed and you were taken aback as she walked towards you, intimidating you. You heard Tommy call her name, but she didn’t stop and you stumbled back, unsure and if you were honest with yourself a little scared at the look the girl was giving you. 

You didn’t get far before you walked into someone, feeling a hand on your shoulder and you looked up to find your brother behind you. 

„Ellie!“ Tommy had now gotten up to walk in front of her. 

„Who is she? What did she do to Joel?“ Ellie asked him, her eyes still on you. 

Tommy sighed. 

„She’s Joel’s wife.“

The ring Joel had put on your ring finger during a winter storm in December of 2012 didn’t sit on your finger anymore. 

You had to take it off somewhere between the fifth and sixth month of your pregnancy, your fingers swelling. It had made its way to the chain around your neck where you kept it since that day next to the heart your mother had gifted to you when you were seven years old.

The only thing you had left from her.  

It was a habit of yours to play with the ring as soon as you got anxious since then. 

You were in the clinic now, not sure what you were doing here. 

After Joel had been brought to the clinic last night Tommy thought it was for the best that you stayed back while you weren’t even sure if you wanted to go and see him. 

So you had taken your kids home where your brother helped tuck them in before he disappeared into his own room, but only after kissing your forehead and telling you that everything was gonna be okay and that if you wanted to talk he would be there. 

He knew everything about you and Joel. 

And you were pretty sure at some point he would tell Joel exactly what he thought about his behaviour that led to you practically fleeing from him while being pregnant. 

But that would wait. 

First you had to figure out what to do. 

Part of you wanted to hide from the world. 

But you had two very excited kids who wanted to go to school this morning. Kids that thankfully did not witness anything that happened the night before thanks to your brother and their future teacher who had helped settle you in. 

You were pretty sure your brother had a crush on her.

So now, after you brought your kids to school and spend two hours telling yourself that you could leave them there, that they were safe, you had Maria walk you towards the clinic where apparently Joel was still resting. 

Tommy and the girl you had seen yesterday, Ellie, were waiting in front of a closed door when you walked in and they both looked up at you when you entered. 

Tommy gave you a tired smile before he kissed his wife’s cheek as she walked over to him. 

„How is he?“ Maria asked. 

„Worst patient ever. He’s getting released this morning,“ Tommy said and you nodded, still uncertain if you should stay or leave, your fingers finding the ring resting on the chain over your heart, playing with it. 

„I should leave before he gets out,“ Ellie said. 

„Ellie, please. I’m sure he wants to talk to you,“ Tommy said and Ellie rolled her eyes. 

„Should have thought about that before he did what he did,“ she grunted, looking up at you. You got the impression that there was some kind of a story between her behaviour towards Joel. Not that you were interested in finding out more about it. 

Because you were not family. 

Not anymore. 

You weren’t sure what you and Joel were anymore if you were anything at all. Not for a long time. 

„Guess now that he has her back, he won’t need me anymore anyway,“ she said as she walked past you and out of the clinic. 

Tommy rubbed his fingers over his forehead in frustration. 

„Really looking forward to Sammy becoming a Teenager one day,“ Tommy groaned and Maria smiled softly, pulling her arm around Tommy’s waist. 

You had met little Sammy yesterday as Tommy introduced you to his little family. 

„Thankfully we have almost ten years to prepare for that,“ Maria said and he nodded, his eyes softening as he looked at her before he looked at you again. 

„He wants to talk to you,“ Tommy said and you sucked your bottom lip in. 

„And I would feel better if it happens here where a doctor is close by after last night,“ he said jokingly but you could hear some truth behind it. 

You took a deep breath, your fingers still playing with the ring on the chain. 

You should go. Maybe you should leave Jackson and find somewhere else, which you knew you wouldn’t. From what you had seen since getting here, the community was close to perfect, but you just didn’t know how you would be able to live somewhere with Joel close by. 

Did he still hate you?

Would he want to meet your children?

No. No he wouldn’t. If he would have wanted to be in the life of your kids, he would not have reacted the way he did back then and then ignored you for a full week after until you decided to leave. 

You were about to tell Tommy that you couldn’t face him when the door behind him opened and Joel stepped out with a younger woman who had to be the doctor, who instructed Joel sternly to take it easy for a couple of days. 

He whispered your name as he looked at you and you released a shaky breath. 

There suddenly was a tension in the air as you both looked at each other. 

„Can we… Can we talk?“ Joel asked. 

You only nodded, seeing him breath out in relief before he stepped back into the room. You looked at Tommy who gave you an encouraging smile, before you followed Joel into the room and closed the door behind you. 

The first thing Joel noticed when his eyes blinked open was that there was a crack in the ceiling of the room he was laying in that he should take a look at. He groaned, stretching his tired muscles turning his head around to find his brother sitting on a chair next to the bed he was laying in, his eyes on him. 

Was he at the… clinic?

Did he get hurt?

He was about to check his own body for injuries when the memories came floating back. 

You.

With a girl in your lap. 

A man next to you. 

With a boy in his lap. 

He sucked air in and Tommy’s hand came to rest on his arm. 

„Easy, brother,“ he said and Joel fixed his eyes on his brother, mirroring the way he was breathing slowly, calming himself down. 

„She’s really here?“ Joel asked and Tommy nodded. 

"Arrived an hour after you went on patrol two days ago. With her two kids and brother,“ Tommy stressed the last word and Joel closed his eyes. 

„Brother,“ he repeated. 

„Jep. You know you never really told me why she left,“ he began, before he pressed his lips into a line, slowly shaking his head and as Joel opened his eyes to look at his brother he wondered when Tommy had gotten the same look down that their Dad had when he was disappointed in his children. 

„Can’t fuck with the Miller genes. Leo looks like you when you were a boy,“ Tommy said. 

Leo. 

The boy’s name was Leo. 

His son’s name was…. No. He didn’t deserve that title. Not after….

„Did you know that she was pregnant?“ Tommy asked. 

Joel audibly breathed out. 

„Yeah. Yeah I did,“ he confessed, looking everywhere but at his brother, shame settling deeply in his gut. 

„Fuck,“ Tommy shook his head. 

„I fucked up. There’s no excuse. I lashed out and fucked it all up. I fucked up the only good thing…“ he stopped, feeling the tears in his eyes. 

They were silent for a while, until there was a knock on the door and the doctor walked in, asking if he was ready to get out of here, which Joel confirmed with a sigh. 

She asked Tommy to leave so she could check Joel over. 

He watched Tommy get up, walking out of the room. But just before he exited he turned around, his eyes fixed on his brother. 

„Maria is bringing her over in a bit. I recon you wanna talk to her?“ Tommy asked and Joel nodded. 

„Don’t be an asshole again. Or you gonna have a problem with me,“ he nodded at Joel and he nodded back. 

You hadn’t been in a room alone with Joel in almost six years. 

You didn’t know how to be alone with him anymore. 

There was a part that wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and tell him how much you missed him, but there was the bigger part of you that wanted nothing more than to run out of the room and hide from him. 

It was like some weird kind of PTSD that now connected being in a room alone with Joel with getting your heart broken, leaving every cell in your body bracing for heartbreak. 

„I can’t believe you’re here,“ he said as he leaned against the wall across from you, his hands behind his back, making himself small.

You stayed at the door, needing a quick way to get out of here if you needed to. 

He looked older. Tired. His hair almost as long as Tommy’s, now more salt than pepper in it. And there still was that perfect patch in his beard that grew no hair. A spot you had kissed more often than you could count in the past. 

You found him looking at you as you tried to form words. 

„I didn’t know you would be here. I didn’t think I would ever see you again,“ you said, voice quiet and he nodded. 

„Don’t think it’s a happy occasion for you, huh?“ He sighed, before he cursed under his breath. 

Before you could say something he continued. 

„That day…. The day you told me you were pregnant…. The way I reacted… Sorry isn’t enough of a word. I’d go on my knees to beg you for forgiveness, but I don’t deserve it. I never deserved you,“ he whispered the last sentence and you closed your eyes, fighting down the tears. 

„Joel, do you think I would have married you, if I thought you did not deserve me? I loved you. You. With all your flaws. I never understood why you thought you had to prove yourself worthy of me. I just wanted you to love me,“ you said softly. 

„I did love you. I still do… I just….“ He stopped, seemingly searching for what to say next while you looked at him with big eyes. 

„You love me?“ You asked, perplexed. 

He looked at you like you grew a second head. 

„Of course I do,“ he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

Sucking your bottom lip in, you looked at him while your fingers went back to the ring that rested on the chain around your neck, seeing Joel’s eyes follow your hand, recognising what you held in your hand. 

„You never told me before,“ you whispered, the room suddenly feeling to small. 

„I know,“ he said, voice breaking as a tear slipped down his cheek. 

You looked away from him, your eyes landing on the clock hanging on the wall, eyes widening. 

„I… I have to go. I have to pick up…. I have to pick up the twins….“ You mumbled already turning around, your hand on the door handle.

„Twins?“ You heard him ask behind you and you nodded without turning around. 

„What are their names?“ He asked softly and your shoulders fell as you took a deep breath. 

„Leo and Ana Miller. After my dad and your mom,“ you whispered before you opened the door and walked out. 

[ahmadhassansworld]

PLEASE DON’T SKIP🍉🇵🇸

Hello everyone 👋🏻🍉

I am Nour Mohammed Al-Zamili, I am 21 years old, I am from Gaza City

I feel mixed feelings of anxiety and hesitation, but I fully understand the need of the Nour family to help them get out of Gaza. The whole family is trapped there and the situation is tense, and I urgently need your help to save them. Please help me in this difficult moment.

I am facing an urgent challenge: getting my relatives out of Gaza through the Rafah crossing. This task is not just an ordinary challenge; it is a looming nightmare, and it requires huge costs that are beyond the means of the average person. The cost of leaving one person is more than $5,000 for adults and $2,500 for children, in addition to many other costs that stand in the way of our escape from this death.

In every war around the world, escape and survival are two options, but unfortunately, in Gaza, the walls of the siege stand like prison walls, forcing everyone to face their fate in different ways. There is the indiscriminate bombing that causes countless victims, there is the oppression and fear that creeps into our hearts at every moment, and there is the hunger that devours our souls and dreams. I can't wait to witness all this suffering that Nour's family has endured. Please let your support and help be a ray of hope in the genocide we are witnessing.

On behalf of my relatives, I am doing this donation campaign. My relatives are now in the Gaza Strip, and the cost of each person leaving the Gaza Strip to Egypt is 5000 Euros. My family consists of nine people

Nour Mohammed Al-Zamili

22/10/2003

And her mother Sanaa Ahmed Al-Zamili

2/5/1882

Mohammed Musa Al-Zamili

8/9/1882

And there are also 6 young children

They are Anas Al-Zamili, Wizan Al-Zamili, Moataz Al-Zamili, Rahaf Al-Zamili, Hour Al-Zamili and Nada Al-Zamili

They are ambitious individuals who deserve to live in peace, which gives them a chance to prove to the world that they are not just numbers. They all fled their homes in Rafah after the building they were living in was bombed, and they miraculously survived thanks to God. They then moved to live in a school after the school was bombed and Nour's father was seriously injured in his feet and head. They then went to live in a small tent, but the situation worsened, as they suffered from scarcity of resources, high prices and danger since the first day. After receiving threats of bombing Rafah, they do not know where to go, and they are now in very difficult and dangerous conditions.

I cannot wait any longer because I cannot afford to evacuate them from under this violent bombing. This helplessness is more painful than you can imagine.

I appeal to you to contribute with all you can and spread this appeal among your circles to help me save my beloved family.

The money will be sent via MoneyGram to my relatives, Nour's family.

We thank you for your understanding and cooperation in this difficult moment.

[a-shade-of-blue]

Mohammed (@ahmed0khalil) and his family are sheltering in a school-turned-shelter at Deir el-Balah right now. Do you know how terrified I was to see on the news that a school in Deir el-Balah has just been bombed?? A school that was housing thousands of displaced families! At least 28 people have been killed and 92 injured!!

Mohammed sent me a photo of a severed foot, telling me that he was at the school moments before the massacre happened! It could have been him that was killed, that severed food could have been his, it could so easily have been him! Luckily he and his family were not there when the airstrike hit. But do you know how scared I am for them?? Mohammed told me he saw so much blood and body parts lying around. God, what can I even say? Mohammed is only 19 years old, his youngest brother is only 6, what have they done to have to go through this absolute nightmare?

Most of the victims of this bombing were women, children, and young people. Like Mohammed and his 5 siblings! The medical personnel are trying their best to treat the injured, but it is difficult due to the lack of supplies and the hospital is absolutely overwhelmed. I'm so scared for Mohammed and his family. They are so young, what if it had been them?

This campaign has been shared by 90-ghost, vetted by @/gazavetters and #77 on their vetted list!

Only €4,192 raised of €50,000 goal!

Please support Mohammed and his family by sharing and donating. Every little bit can make a difference, whether it is to help them buy basic necessities like medical supplies to treat injuries, or to go towards the evacuation fee to leave Gaza. Please, I don't want them to survive on luck alone.

If you need even more incentive to donate, I'm hosting a freshwater pearl phone strap raffle for people in the UK. Click here to enter after you donated.

Tagging for reach because I'm really scared for them. Please message me if you want off the mailing list. We thank you in advance.

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[octuscle]

Expats

Gabriel was quite a freeloader. Of course he didn't come to Dubai as an expat because he was stupid or lazy. But he also knew pretty well that he would have had a much harder time in France affording the life he could afford here. Life in Dubai was luxury, pure luxury. He had a cool house with a pool, a gardener, a housekeeper and a chauffeur, and he earned a huge amount of money. He didn't necessarily work nine to five, but he didn't necessarily work himself to death either. In short, for him, life here was pure paradise!

Gabriel had heard the news that the climate had turned a little against the privileges of expats. But he wasn't interested in it. He would do his job here, he was saving a lot of money, which was safely invested in Switzerland, if necessary, he would be on the plane back to Paris tomorrow and look for a job in Riyadh or Kuwait. The United Arab Emirates were not the only place on this planet where he could make money. And besides, he didn't really care about it today. It was Saturday. Tomorrow he would have to sit in the office again, today he wanted to work out at the gym and then hang out with a few friends at the beach club for the rest of the day. A few cocktails, lobster for dinner and then to bed. The only problem was: his driver had the day off. And even though Gabriel had been living in Dubai for several years, he couldn't drive a car himself! He had forgotten how. That's why there were drivers. So he ordered a taxi.

The porter at his community had announced the driver. Gabriel took his sports bag. A quick check in the mirror: yes, he looked good. He opened the door. The brand new Toyota taxi was parked in front of the door. The driver got out and asked in English if Gabriel wanted to put the sports bag in the boot. Gabriel barely looked up from his phone and just shook his head. He didn't feel like having any more contact with the driver than absolutely necessary. The driver opened the back door for him, Gabriel got in, repeated his destination once more and continued playing with his cell phone. The driver remained quiet at first. But then he started talking. First in English. About the weather, about football, where Gabriel came from, whether he liked Dubai. Gabriel simply didn't react. The driver just kept talking. That he had fled from Syria. That he had been in Dubai for four years. That he had two children. He showed Gabriel pictures in his wallet. His English became more and more incomprehensible. A mixture of English and Arabic. Gabriel continued to pretend to be deaf. The driver kept talking. In Arabic. He was ranting about the expats. About the arrogance of the infidels, who thought they were better than everyone else, even though they were dependent on the mercy of Allah, who had given the Muslims oil.

Gabriel was annoyed. He wanted to work on a few e-mails and not talk about politics. What did he care about politics? So he snapped at the driver, "Rakkiz 'ala al-siyaqa, ana mashghul!" The driver smiled. He looked in the rear-view mirror. God's plan was working.

The taxi driver's language began to change again. Arabic with a French accent. Gabriel sat in the back on the worn imitation leather seats of the old taxi. In the front, Ayoub couldn't stop getting worked up about the last few games of Olympic Marseille. Djibril grinned. He knew the feeling. When Ayoub was in a rage, he was in a rage. Fortunately, they were almost at the wholesale market, then his brother would let him out. Ayoub would drive his shift to an end. And Djibril would see what kind of job he could get. He and his pals ironically called themselves the expats. It was true in a way… His brother and he had immigrated from Morocco ten years ago. They had family in Marseille. Djibril had really tried hard at school, but at some point he stopped going and started working as a day laborer at the wholesale market. He was doing well. By now, Djibril had his network, he knew his way around. And he was strong and fast. He saved what he earned. He was proud of his brother Ayoub, who made it to get a taxi license and his own taxi, which was also Djibril's goal.

He checked his messages. It was still dawn. Ayoub was on his way to the banlieue to sleep. It was good when he drove the night shift, then he and Djibril didn't have to share the small bedroom. So far, no one had contacted him to request Djibril's services. If necessary, he could help out in his aunt's café in the kitchen. There was no money for that, though. But a café and a lunch. Life as an expat wasn't so bad.

[oldtvandcomics]

Trans Reights Readathlon Recommendations

I am not participating in the actual event, because I have my own reading schedule to follow, but for those who are still looking for books, here is a list of my favorite trans books!

The Margin Street Zeroes series by Robin Banks: Nonbinary first person narrator, in a relationship with another nonbinary person. The story is about a group of university students and their struggles with life and literal gods.

Space Cadets and The Repossessed by Robin Banks are both part of the Heinlein's Finches series, but all books can be read as stand-alones. Set in a capitalist dystopia, both books explore different parts of the aftermath of the massacre on a space colony: Space Cadets follows a small group of cadets who are left alone with a spaceship, and need to figure out what to do with it. The main character and first-person narrator is a trans man. The Repossessed follows a different group of people, who are going from space station to space statin, looking for the lost children of that colony. One of the secondary characters is an intersex trans man (assigned female at birth, had to transition to live as a man).

Andrew Joseph White has written three transgender horror books: The Spirit Bares its Teeth is set in an alternate history Victorian setting, and follows a trans boy who is sent to a school "correcting" girls who don't confirm to society's expectations of womanhood. Compound Fracture is following a young trans man, who is about to enter the generational feud between his family and the family of the sheriff who executed his great-great-grandfather during the miners' revolts in the 1920s. Hell Followed With Us is the one I haven't read yet, but I have absolute faith in this author. It is set in a post-apocalyptic world, and the main character is a young trans man who is on the run from a religious cult.

Tell Me How It Ends by Quinton Li is the story of a young Tarot reader, who gets recruited by a nonbinary person to break their friend out from prison. It was the first (and so far, only) fantasy novel I have read so far where introducing yourself with your pronouns is the norm. As I said, nonbinary secondary character.

The Hears of Heroes series by Molly J. Bragg is a superhero series, with each book the origin story of a different hero, so you can read them out of order. Transistor is a trans woman who gets her superpowers via gender-affirming surgery gone wrong, and needs to fight a rogue angel to protect her girlfriend. Rhapsody is a trans woman who gets superpowers when criminal kidnap and experiment on her, and she is framed for the murder of another hero, which sets both the Police and the superheroes on her trail.

The Black Trans Fairy Tales series by S.T. Lynn is a series of three novellas based on three Disney movies, the protagonist always being a Black trans woman.

No Man of Woman Born by Ana Mardoll is a collection of short stories of people defeating prophecies via he power of genders that don't match the exact texts.

Baker Thief by Claudie Arsenault is about a Police officer who chases a notorious thief. Said thief is genderfluid, and uses this as a means of disguise.

Bonus, for those who are a bit more adventurous: Le Roman de Silence by master Heldris de Cornouailles. It's a medieval text about a knight who was born female but raised as a man. Tumblr user @queer-ragnelle has a copy of it as part of their Arthurian Preservation Project. I'm quite sure that retellings for more modern audiences also exist, I only haven't looked into them yet.

[iamthekaijuking]

The God Children of Ana Chapter 9: Opprobrium

The Locolichi king was getting desperate at this point for a god child that actually looked like a Locolichi. In a fit of frustration he went ahead with the creation of another child, even not asking Melalo for advice this time. Scientists aboard the space station housing the formaerem samples highly advised against starting another infusion event for at least a few days, but the Locolichi king ignored their warnings and threatened their livelihoods to get them to comply.

He paid the price for not heeding their warnings.

The infusion event was started on the spot of the Keshali moon they had used for the past few events, the most structurally stable point where the moon would be least likely to fall apart from the force. What the king didn’t care to notice was that the specific point was pointed directly at the Locolichi homeworld at the time, and so the relativistic jet created by the formaerem infusion seared part of the planet. The destruction was immense and the death toll was high. The planet even heated up and certain parts of the planet became inhospitable to life.

This was the final nail in the coffin that irreparably destroyed the king’s reputation. Nearly every single person hated him at that point and supporters of the Locolichi king became few and far between. What was once several retaliatory groups were coming together to form a revolution.

The new god child created was named Lolmischo and he was put in charge of one of the two continents left that didn’t already have a god child CEO. He was the most disgusting child thus far, resembling what could be described as an eyeless earthen rat with the body shape of a seal, a trunk with a three fingered hand, and lips that could be flipped back to reveal nightmarish teeth, but his skin was what made him so revolting. It was red and raw looking and covered in sebaceous oils, massive yellow cysts and ingrown hairs churning with his diseases he generated. Spilt from his skin secretions, Lolmischo’s pathogens were all lethal skin diseases that caused everything from rashes that made victims itch themselves to death to turning skin cells into nerve cells and causing death via shock. The worst was the “Cyst Plague” where infected grew massive painful cysts across the body full of a flesh eating bacteria that would fill the cysts up with so much pus and gas that victims eventually exploded in a gory shower.

Lolmischo’s diseases were incredibly hard to avoid even in comparison to his siblings entirely due to his aquatic habits. While Lilyi was also similarly at home in water, she had to directly infect individuals and create patient zeros. It was how Lolmischo oozed his diseases that made it so difficult. Entire water bodies would be choked with rancid oils and pus when he moved through them, and a good chunk of these diseases were able to survive water treatment methods. Meaning that on the continent he ruled, safe water was hard to come by.

Lolmischo didn’t satisfy the Locolichi king and soon after he was established he underwent preparations for another god child. The King was getting incredibly desperate for both a “proper” god child but also a powerful enough army to defend him against 90% of his planet’s population as most of his military had abandoned him…

First chapter, Previous chapter, Next chapter

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This is probably the grossest and most “Bogleech” God child thus far.

[unsoundedcomic]

Whumptober 2024 - 04 - "Hallucinations"

The Frummagem clan owned a public house called The Midnight Cricket that was a restaurant that was a brothel that was a pawnbroker's that was a kennel that was a family manor. Patched and worn, these six buildings leaned one against the other with a cosy interdependence that in no way mirrored the treacherous relationships and throat-cuttery of the family within. Along its awnings and the dozen steeples of its roofs ran a tangle of rusted gutters and drains. They captured stormwater and bled it into great copper rain cisterns that stank like green mildew and bloated rats.

Anadyne thought of those gutters, and those putrid cisterns, as she hung suspended in the black of Cutter's silver monster. No matter how her consciousness beat down on this blackness, the ghosts caging it in directed it through the same rusty red sluices. In a place outside the black, maybe, there was Knock or Toby or ma; but Anadyne was in the gutters; in the cistern. The merry music from the pub below was nothing to do with her. No one was coming from the other side of the ceiling to investigate the tears pattering against the roof.

In the nothing space, ghosts fretted and tore at themselves. Ana saw infants. Thousands and thousands of infants churning like embers from some unseen blaze.

The ghosts had been eels before, hadn't they? She remembered counting far too many eels beneath the Nevergreen, and worrying about that. Smoke eels were nothing to trouble oneself over - may as well jump at mice in the pantry - but one still never wanted to see too many at once.

Could be these babies were better. No flashing teeth. Only the saddest eyes and grasping, anemone digits. Ana reached towards one. Its too many fingers closed around her hand, stinging and hot. She pulled the whole bundle close, cradling it.

She'd never gone with a bloke long enough to speak of children, but the thought of having one or three some day seemed an inevitability. She'd helped bone-headed friends out at the brothel - especially once she started learning pymary on the sly - but had never fallen pregnant herself. Maybe she couldn't at all.

She certainly couldn't... now...?

No, no, the ghosts didn't care for a meander in that direction. Her mind reeled, and she squeezed the hot and sticky babe in her arms and thought... thought it wanted her to end it. She had that power, aye? She'd granted mercy to a dozen unwanteds, once.

But it was too late for mercy. These unwanteds were old enough to suffer, and they'd suffer forever. Nothing could end them.

Because they weren't babes at all.

Ana saw men and women around her of every sort, in every shape, boiling in their own cisterns of liquid hot flesh. They were stuck in the gutters too, as simple in their misery as babes squalling for a woman's arms. No one was coming to investigate them, either.

This can't be all there is for us, she thought. If this is hell, where is the palace of the gods?

"Beyond us," Cutter whispered at her temple, "We are the storm beating on their roof. We are the cause for their high walls."

Ana shook her head, furious. She held the phantom so tightly that it oozed and steamed through her fingers. Let's break them down, she snarled, Let's collapse the roof and bare all their posh and polish to the rain.

Cutter laughed, pleased, and Ana scraped the red from her chest and arms, flinging it into the void so the others could devour it. If they couldn't be ended then they would end everything else, and show them how miserable it was!

Ana felt the touch of a two-toe hand, somewhere, gnarled and dry and almost tender.

"Never say the gods don't love the Frummagems."

[fables-if]

Again, please feel free to take your time answering as I swarm your ask box!

How would the romanced ROs react to MC crying, especially when they rarely cry? They find out that MC does cry, but just not in front of them (or like, anyone other than Rami) cause 'I don't wanna be a bother sniffles'

Also, please include Granny too, with kid MC (though I doubt kid MC would be any good at hiding it, but what do I know lol)

God, I love these questions, Otter. I'm so grateful you have taken an interest in my little story and characters <3 Ana: Ana would immediately be worried that they're physically harmed and would go to check for a wound. Once she confirms MC is okay, at least their body is okay, she would hug MC and let them cry and try to make them tell her what's going on? or at least to unburden themselves with her. Once she hears them say "I don't wanna be a bother" she'll get furious internally because who dares tell someone as precious as them that they are a bother. She would immediately try to reassure them that they are not a bother, that she wants to get to know them all, not just the "nice parts" and that above everything she's there for them. To talk, to blow off steam, to be vulnerable... to do anything they need to. After that, she would regularly check with MC, making sure they're okay and leaving constant letters, herb remedies, and treats for Rami and them... and leaving always the door open for them to come and talk to her, because she cares. I think she comes off a bit strong but she's deeply emphatic with others but tries to protect herself as well. Diana/Diego/Dix: They would assume someone has tried to hurt them and would also check for physical wounds. They would be less sweet and gentle, more rushed and tense. Thinking the worst always. Once they hear MC say that they never cry in front of them because they don't want to be a bother, they'll get so fucking angry.

"Who has told you that you are a bother and how do I find them?" 100% set on beating the living hell out of whoever has hurt MC and making them think that being vulnerable or crying is bothersome for anyone around them. Dix would be so ready to just make sure that never happens again, even if they have to rough up someone or be a constant threat to future friends, and partners in MC's life. They'd have a hard time comforting MC, they would awkwardly pat their back while giving them a tense hug, and once MC is doing a little bit better, Dix would take them to their home so MC can pet their ferrets for comfort since they are not very good at it.

Anne/Antón/An: An would immediately come rushing to hug MC, a big bear hug that would warm their bones, would make sure they sit down and offer them a bit of water or a warm beverage. Get them comfy, and would just kneel on the floor, holding their hands, waiting for MC to tell them what's up. They have never seen MC like this, even when they were children MC would never ever cry so for An this is a big deal.

Once MC tells An that they don't cry in front of people because they don't want to be a bother, An changes. They're a very sweet person but a rage ignites in them when they hear that. Who dares to tell their best friend such a thing? They would imminently tense up and get this weird look in their eyes but wouldn't say a thing. An would hug MC tenderly, stroking their hair softly while they plot a murder in their mind. They would let MC know that they're never a burden and that they should cry anytime they need to, that that is normal and they shouldn't feel guilt or shame for crying. Then An would make sure to find out who told them that and would have a road trip with Dix to make sure that person regretted it lmao. Bingen: Bingen, as the sensitive soul he is, would immediately hold MC tightly, and bring them to a place where they can have privacy. He would hug them and talk them through it or sing to them while they cried very softly. Once MC can talk a little bit better, he would ask them what's going on and if he can do anything to help. He would stand by, stroking their hair and face while MC talks, not saying anything.

Once MC opens up about not wanting to be a bother, he'll just hug them. He knows how is it to live like that and he's sympathetic to it but he has a hard time with words so he hopes his hug helps. Once MC calms down, he tries explaining to him that he knows how it is to feel like that but he can confirm they are not a bother and he's always willing to listen and be there for them.

Caterina: (I forgot about her) Caterina knows her grandchild better than anyone, so she knew that a child that had lost all family and didn't have anyone to take them under their wing wouldn't have an easy life. When MC was a child, they would hide in little spaces around the house to cry and did so silently or as silently as they could. Caterina finally found them one day, during the first month of their lives together, under the stairs, trying to keep their sobs as silent as possible. Their little body shook with every breath. Caterina, who by that time was no youngling, crouched down and crawled under the stairs, sitting next to kid!MC. MC couldn't look at her, hiding their face behind their hands but Caterina could tell they were crying so she just put a hand on their shoulder and brought them into a hug. A big tender and heartbreaking hug. MC just cried on her shoulder for so long, not even able to state the reason why and Caterina just stayed, listening.

Once MC was doing a little better, Caterina invited them to go to the living room together and drink a little bit of hot chocolate with some rosquillas (homemade spanish donuts made with spices). She did sign MC up for a child psychologist and would follow their advice on how to deal with grief but some stuff stayed in the way they handle the world

[canadianno]

ima need you to lore dump about your heritic au becaus i wAS LITTERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

:3

The premise of the Heretic Leshy au is that instead of my normal lamb being the last one alive -> bearer of the red crown, it's Anoana, who is. Who is a 5 year old.

And one thing about my Leshy, is that he LOVES kids. So much. It's a little bit ridiculous and this whole au proves it.

Base premise is that after sacrificing the last lamb- which he was already pretty against in the first place seeing as she was 5- the bishops instruct Leshy to go bury the body

(Kinda like a- "you were being so annoying about not killing her, so now you gotta bury her, we're in darkwood anyway it's fine)

So. So. The 5 year old wakes up in his arms while he's in the graveyard. He nearly drops her. You know how it is.

Leshy can't bring himself to kill a child, even if that child is now wearing the red crown and a harbinger of a prophecy that will destroy his family. So he holds her close and takes her back to his temple. And he cries to his disciples about what the hell he's supposed to do.

If he let's her go, just releases her into the wild, she's going to have a very bad time because a 5 year old can't survive on their own, and even with the red crown she will still be traumatized as hell. He doesn't WANT that. He wants the child to be HAPPY. Because he loves them and thinks all children deserve to be happy. For the record he is correct.

Basically- Leshy keeps the lamb, hides her, and at one point gives up his crown to break his shackle on Narinder, but has to just keep pretending he's the god of chaos. Leshy discovers he can call on the crowns even without being the bearer of them- which yeah btw every time we defeat a bishop in this story Ana picks up their crown and the crowns IMMEDIATELY decide they wanna protect her. At the end of this story Ana has 5 crowns and like 12 parental figures.

Leshy is not the vessel of the red crown, but he is the one doing it's bidding. Heket is killed by accident in secret, Kallamar manages to send warning Shamuras' way before he dies, and Shamura is so so so angry. It's also worth noting that there's no Narinder fight, he just gives up his crown (he is NOT going to ask the 5 year old to be sacrificed for him, not when their parent who clawed their way out of heaven and into the gateway is sitting RIGHT THERE)

It's really fun, there's technically more to it but that's the basics :]

Take some doodle page for reading this much lmao

Fellas, does it make you a heretic by not wanting to kill a baby? No, but it does when you start killing your siblings about it

[ambi-kiko]

tma music tma music tma music

please reblog with your own! i need it (:

also im more than willing to elaborate on any of em, just ask! (i have much to yell about)

for bitchard, we have:

kiss me, son of god (they might be giants)

i'm gonna win (rob cantor)

blood & money (the orion experience, orion, linda XO)

ruler of everything (tally hall)

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (will wood)

community gardens (the scary jokes, louie zong)

the main character (will wood)

your body, my temple (will wood)

laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!) (will wood)

saint bernard (lincoln)

welcome to the internet (bo burnham)

all eyes on me (or3o)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

cabinet man (lemon demon)

peter x elias (for my frenchies out there <33)

marine marchande (les cowboys fringants)

ok dont judge me too much i had to have smth for them ((: plus its not that unrelated

next! martin

a better son/daughter (rilo kiley)

12 feet deep (the front bottoms)

things to do (alex g)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

step on me (the cardigans)

heart for brains (roar)

mama (my chemical romance)

summer child (conan gray)

hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

i cant handle change (roar)

against the kitchen floor (will wood)

least favorite only child (leanna firestone)

sharpener (cavetown)

empty bed (cavetown)

life's a beach (bears in trees)

jmart ((:

no children (the mountain goats)

the moon will sing (the crane wives)

euthanasia (will wood)

as the world caves in (matt maltese)

the truth (the front bottoms)

balade à toronto (jean leloup)

doctor (jack stauber)

apocalypse (cigarettes after sex)

talk to you (ricky Montgomery)

cabo (ricky montgomery)

meteor shower (cavetown)

juliet (cavetown)

feel better (penelope scott)

would you be so kind (dodie)

two birds (regina spektor)

line without a hook (ricky Montgomery)

and jon, ofc <3 i rly dont have enough for him ):

body terror song (AJJ)

downhill (Lincoln)

montreal (penelope scott)

ramblings of a lunatic (bears in trees)

its called: freefall (rainbow kitten surprise)

chin music for the unsuspecting hero (foster the people)

love, me normally (will wood)

dinner is not over (jack stauber's micropop)

also melanie! dont have that many but she deserves the mention (:

saturn suv (fredo disco)

brave as a noun (AJJ)

tongues & teeth (the crane wives)

wreaking ball (mother mother)

we fell in love in october (girl in red)

and just random songs with tma vibes (other characters, ships, dread powers, etc)

underground (cody fry)

hand me my shovel, i'm going in! (will wood)

terry's taxidermy (teddy hyde)

cotard's solution (will wood and the tapeworms)

amnesia was her name (lemon demon)

memento mori: the most important thing in life is death (will wood)

skeleton appreciation day in vestal, n.y. (will wood)

icicles (the scary jokes)

puppet boy (devo)

oh ana (mother mother)

i dont smoke (mitski)

choke (I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME)

thermodynamic lawyer esq, G.F.D (will wood and the tapeworms)

sorry haha i fell asleep (egg)

despair (leo)

stuff is way (they might be giants)

baby teeth (baby bugs)

king park (la dispute)

i/me/myself (will wood)

dr. sunshine is dead (will wood and the tapeworms)

amygdala's rag doll (ghost and pals)

little pistol (mother mother)

burning pile (mother mother)

this is home (cavetown)

body (mother mother)

turn the lights off (tally hall)

like real people do (hozier)

im going insane

[aleksanderscult]

Hello! I loved your post about Baghra and how she is a glorified egoist and super toxic!!!

I would like to know your opinion about Ana Kuya, the terrible woman who screwed and oppressed Alina when she was still a child!!!

⚠️TW!: Domestic violence and abuse!⚠️

Thanks, anon!

Apparently that's a similarity that they share, the Darkling and Alina. They both had shitty, abusive mothers. And in Ana Kuya's case it's pretty much the same. She was physically abusive and Alina and Mal remember her fondly. And that's the problem. Instead of having the characters admit that she was a horrible mother figure, we have them look back on her punishments as something...worth to be remembered fondly??

Let's dive in her most fucked-up moments.

Talking shit about the children she's assigned to look after. Alina and Mal both heard her but she's still an icon in their eyes! 😍

No 'cause imagine comparing your mother figure to some blood-thirsty creatures with sharp claws and teeth that live and thrive in darkness.

Uhh...

Excerpt No. 1, in which the protagonists talk about Ana Kuya's physically abusive behaviour.

A LETTER?!

Girl, if I were you I would say adiós and never look back. What letter are you talking about?? 😭

Ana Kuya being responsible of Alina's shame for wanting to get it on with a man. This woman and her morals are imprinted in her mind.

Imagine having to spend your last day with your love and choosing to talk about her. And the memory is again toxic 🥹

Other couples: "Let's talk about our happy memories"

Malina: "Let's talk about how our mother abused us"

They have literally zero good memories from her. Only shouting and beatings.

Now that's a woman to admire!!

Do you hear that Alina?? You must kiss their shoes otherwise you would be like that poor girl on the road! 😠

Excerpt No. 2, in which the protagonists talk about Ana Kuya's physically abusive behaviour.

Excerpt No. 3, in which the protagonists talk about Ana Kuya's physically abusive behaviour.

Excerpt No. 4, in which the protagonists talk about Ana Kuya's physically abusive behaviour.

If a child refuses to eat a food, beat it!

Aha! So she does acknowledge it, huh? But what does it matter? We forgive her in this house😍❤️

(also can we talk about how they wanted one of their friends to meet her? Like guys whyy??😭)

Thank the heavens actually.

In my opinion, children need mostly love and understanding. But they also need discipline, yes. But NOT through physical violence. NOT through constant screaming. This is wrong but it's very possible that in Ravka it's accepted and forgiven? Because I also remember reading somewhere that when Nikolai was a child and misbehaved, they were punishing his best friend physically (I haven't read the duology so please correct me if I'm wrong). So even the royal family found it normal.

But having the characters look back to it as something that was okay? And they adored her?

I'm sorry but I didn't shed one tear when she died. Botkin's death affected me more than hers ever did.

Alina when she died: "Oh my God!"

Me when she died: "Oh thank God!"