#he's their precious son and he's also me

[my-past-disgusts-me]

Dear god I love Drawtectives

[ratatatastic]

"i already told the boys im keeping this one [the cup belt]" wow what a shocker matthew i couldnt have forseen any of this happening at all

"i just put one on and i rarely taken it off since" yeah WE KNOW. pictures taken on 3 seperate days....its a problem

CBS News Miami | 6.28.24 (x)

[alch-emi]

If there’s still a Yugioh Arc-V fandom out there please accept my offering

[dandylyn]

feels timely to post this jacen redesign lol

[moeblob]

Ananza realizing that Deacon's mom was a devoted follower of hers THEREFORE that's her son now, too! And she will dote on him and love him and never pick on him like all the other deities tend to do. That's her precious little boy who lives in another city and rarely gets to see her!

[itsalwaysforyou]

jay not asking coach about letting lonnie onto the team bc he doesn’t want to do anything coach might disagree with…….

[ljubimaya]

marena i’m convincing mimi to watch hxh ‼️‼️‼️ i need to get her to the dark side ong

I GOTCHU ‼️

@avatarofstars THIS IS FOR YOU

In HxH we have:

A morally questionable cult leader (does he remind you of a certain someone? 👀)

An overpowered clown (you either love him or hate him. Regardless of your feelings towards him, you will find his memes hilarious)

The self-destructive mom friend (or what other ppl like calling him, the og Sasuke)

THE BEST CHARACTER EVER (he's so funny and sweet and nice TT)

LOOK AT HIM

Dead fish eyed beautiful king (he'san assasin.... men that can kill me 🫦)

AND!!! THE ANIME MAY LOOK FUN AND WHIMSICAL, WHICH IT SOMETIMES IS BUT LET ME TELL YOU THE PLOT IS LEGIT ONE OF A KIND. THERE'S A REASON SO MANY MANGAKA QUOTE HXH AS THEIR INSPIRATION FOR THEIR OWN CREATION. CAN'T STRESS ENOUGH HOW WELL WRITTEN THE CHARACTERS ARE BB. TRUST ME, YOU WILL FEEL EVERY EMOTION WHEN YOU'LL WATCH THE ANIME/READ THE MANGA

[stillsolo]

omg i can't tell y'all how happy i am to have found an archive of han's old ass base icons on my desktop like holy shit i thought these were long gone??

[touchlikethesun]

if kageyama wasn’t a volleyball player what would he be doing? like really… i think he’d be unemployed personally. all aus where kags doesn’t play volleyball are ooc it’s the only thing he could ever do for a living

[sacredpit]

↳               @praeteritus-memories ,   continued from   here .     🍒

    to   no extent   had kakyoin expected that so significant a tenderness would bloom in his chest upon making giorno’s acquaintance ,   especially since he’d come to italy for work .   over a decade has passed since the momentous events of his egyptian escapade ,   &   in that time ,   he has learned more about his true self than ever had been previously apparent   ━━━━   become more of himself   than ever he had been before .   but one aspect of his being that has yet to fully emerge from its chrysalis is his reluctance to open himself up to others ;   many pensive hours has he sat beside his inner child in   healing silence ,   hoping to unravel ,   thread by thread ,   the tightly - wound shroud in which he’d enswathed himself for protection ,   as if hierophant’s tendrils had coiled ’round his too - soft body like an unbreakable cocoon .

perhaps that had been a necessary response to the   corroding heartache   of a childhood spent entirely alone .   yet ,   he has managed to make a home for himself on   the other side ,   now ,   &   the white - knuckled grip he’s maintained on the latch to free his heart from its cage doesn’t serve him so well anymore .   how ironic a tragedy that   letting go   is this difficult ,   but as a man that has survived   the unfathomable ,   kakyoin is not so inclined to think of it as a mountain he cannot summit .   even the slackening of one knuckle at a time is still progress .

even so ,   there was something he saw in giorno early on that rendered his heart’s   immaculate camouflage   futile ,   exposing the softness tucked beneath layers   &   layers of armor without so much as an honest effort .   perhaps he saw himself in giorno ,   &   perhaps that extended to him the ability to perceive the lonely child hiding at the core of the strong   &   straight - shouldered   force of nature   that brought an entire syndicate to its knees .   how could he behold that   &   allow himself to become another person that   abandons him ?? 

the embrace is as warm as the venetian summer ,   or maybe warmer still ,   &   the loving width of kakyoin’s smile encapsulates a disposition just the same as his arms anchor tightly around giorno’s smaller frame .   as much as he’s   dreaded   having to bid giorno farewell   (   distance can be so cruel ;   how   unfortunate   that the heart can leave pieces of itself all over the world   ) ,   moments like this are precious enough to quell the sinking feeling in his abdomen ,   leaving a comforting reminder that   not even eight thousand kilometers   can make strangers of them in its wake .  

“   i don’t just mean for practical things ,   ”   he says ,   straightening his back just enough to look at the boy in his arms ,   “   though that’s important ,   of course .   but for anything ,   even if you just need someone to talk to .   ”   a lavender gaze is devastatingly soft as it meets the blueish emeralds reflecting off of it in a deepening gradient ,   &   in the back of his mind ,   kakyoin curses the throb in his chest   &   the pressure building behind his eyes .   his husband would surely say he is being dramatic ,   &   maybe he is ,   but his ever - growing affinity for the golden - haired boy cannot be helped .

“   i know that you’re a busy young man ,   but if you just want to talk about your day ,   or tell me about any cute boys in your life ,   ”   his smile grows a little with that remark ,   the teasing glint to his eye twinkling like a sky full of stars ,   “   i’d be happy to listen .   ”   

the raising of a slender wrist   &   hierophant’s tugging back of a linen sleeve reveals the face of kakyoin’s watch ,   prompting a slight pout .   oh ,   fuck it .    sure ,   he’s eager to return home to his family   (   this is the longest he’s been away since jouta was born   ) ,   but giorno has become family ,   too .   “   say ,   giogio   ━━━━   it seems i don’t have to be at the airport for another few hours ,   ”   he says ,   ruby - hued lashes fanning out between scarred lids as his eyes become smiling crescents .   “   i think that gives us just enough time for one more adventure .   i still haven’t gotten to try amarena gelato ,   &   that’s just unfair .   ”

[britneyshakespeare]

every stromae song he’s just like “shout out to my girls with high anxiety who hate capitalism”. he fucking gets it.

[ratguy-nico]

Now I pretty much like lying and being and hypocrite so here is a COMPILATION that I made of scenes from the episode "Father of the Bob" I put a minimum of effort on this so I hope for myself to not freak out.

Yeah this is about Big Bob and Pete... no comments.

[akai-anna]

shinichi and ran and so fckin dense when it comes to eACH OTHER IT'S SO STUPIDLY ENDEARING i'm DYING

[stonerzelda]

first day of work was backbreaking but doable 👍 desperately trying to kill this coffee on an empty stomach so i dont die before nighttime even tho outside thinks it may as damn well be 9pm already

[abuadam86]

Emergency: Help save my children's lives

Dear humanity,

I am Habib from Gaza. I am married and have four children: Menna, 12 years old, Adam, 10 years old (suffering from quadriplegia), Maria, 6 years old, and Ezz, one year old. Although they are young, they have survived previous wars, but this current war is the most difficult of all. This is a war of genocide, and the difficulty of the war lies in the inability to meet the needs of my son Adam, who needs special care.

Over the past ten months, we have been caught in the crossfire of the ongoing conflict in Gaza. Our once peaceful home in Khan Yunis has been reduced to rubble, and now we find ourselves displaced in Deir al-Balah, living in squalid conditions in a makeshift tent on the streets. The devastation not only deprived us of our physical shelter, but also destroyed my livelihood - the once thriving business that supported our family's well-being, is now in ruins. The daily struggle for survival is exacerbated by the scarcity of basic necessities such as clean water, adequate sanitation and basic medical supplies

Our home was the place where we found hope and safety, and where we made precious memories. Losing him was like losing years of our lives.

Not only that, they destroyed my source of livelihood, burned it, and demolished it with bulldozers, and today I am without a home and without a job. I was working in a store I owned that met the needs and expenses of my family

Living in tents is miserable. There is a lack of drinking water, hot sun rays, and strange insects that have terrified my children. What hurts me most is my young son Ezz, who I see growing up in an unclean environment and with no healthy food for him. I believe he has not received his right to life.

At this stage, my husband and I decided to go to you and create an account on the Go Fund Me website and ask you to help us in these difficult times until we get out of Gaza, from the land of war to the land of peace. All we need from you is to support us and help us to get out of the war, even if you cannot help. You should spread the word. This campaign is everywhere and among your friends. We thank you for your stance and support for us. Thank you, my friends

The amount that will be collected from this campaign :

We will spend it by paying the amount to coordinate entry through the Rafah land crossing, which connects Gaza to the State of Egypt, since, as I mentioned, they charge an adult $5,000, but depending on the pressures, crises, and waiting, the amount may reach $7,000 per person, and children $2,500 to $4,000.

We will also use it for the rest of the travel and safe transportation expenses to provide for all family members.

A picture of my children's life before the war

A video of my children's lives living the war

May God reward you with all the best and may God bless you

Best wishes with sincere gratitude,

Habib's family

My Instagram account link

My account vetted by:

@dlxxv-vetted-donations

(vetted)

@gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #187 )

[save-mohamed-family]

My campaign is verified and added to the Gaza Donations page with number 192.

Thank you for documenting my campaign from the following accounts:

@sar-soor @heba-20 @el-shab-hussein @90-ghost @soon-palestine@ibtisams @marnota @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @i-am-aprl @northgazaupdates @fallahifag @fairuzfan

I love you all 🙏🙏♥️🌹

I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a father of three children: Abdulrahman, 6 years old, Sarah, 4 years old, and Lina, 3 years old.

My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters, who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, I am facing a severe injury to my leg, which is at risk of amputation if I do not receive the necessary treatment. My wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, and my wife is also suffering from uterine cancer.

Recently, I moved to the south of the Gaza Strip, fearing for the lives of my children. We left behind our memories and our new home, for which we had not finished paying the installments, in addition to losing my job. Currently, I live in a tent that does not protect me from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and without the minimum necessary livinng basics including water, food medical care, clothe and even bedding .

I suffer from a chronic asthma and severe attacks from tightness and an extreme allergy in the ear and I need medicine that are not available, or very expensive .

Under these difficult circumstances, after five attempts at displacement and narrowly escaping death from the bombing, I am trying with all my might to protect my family, the most precious thing I have.

My dreams were shattered, and my house was destroyed, and I found myself living in a tent no larger than 4 square metres. My work turned from a tailor to a street vendor in order to barely buy a few crumbs of bread to feed my children.

Look at what happened to my children because of the intense heat and the insects that thrive in the summer season. Every day, I take them to the hospital to treat them due to poisonous insect bites. I implore every kind-hearted soul to help me protect my children.

My son, Abdul Rahman, has a deep passion for playing football and is a devoted fan of Real Madrid. He always dreamed of playing football at his school, but the war prevented this dream from coming true.

Where are you, Real Madrid fans ?

Help Abdul Rahman achieve his dream.

Every donation will make an enormous difference in helping me save my family.

I feel very sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know that this request is difficult, but I also know that there is still humanity and living consciences and I believe in miracles.

Your support during this extremely difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.

If you have any inquiries or questions, feel free to ask me, please!

To everyone with a compassionate heart,

To all who understand the essence of humanity,

This is a message from my innocent children, who trust that their words will reach everyone who truly understands the meaning of childhood.

We cry out to you, asking you to feel our sorrow and pain, and to extend a helping hand to us in this time when we are in desperate need of your mercy and compassion.

My name is being repeatedly added to many public and private donation campaigns. Please, be a support for me in this difficult situation.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview

Sincere greetings & thanks

Mohammed & the family