#ola :$

[sevthes]

*     @capavldi​ envió   :    # PASILLOS para un starter donde nuestros personajes se encuentren en los pasillos.

“ me gusta tu outfit. ” elogia, sin realmente pensárselo mucho. actitudes de ese estilo solían ser impulsos, pero no creía que un cumplido hiciera daño. “ ¿dónde conseguiste esos zapatos? ”

[freesiahubiga]

i started crying with her like

[northgazaupdates]

Ola is a Mathematics teacher and a graduate student in north Gaza. She was studying at Al-Azhar University and teaching at a school when the occupation attacked. Her home, workplace, and university were all destroyed, leaving her without a house or a way to support her family.

Following the destruction of their home by the IOF, Ola and her family were displaced to a shelter. Repeated bombing attacks have forced them to flee multiple times since then. They are currently still in north Gaza, where food and other basic necessities are extremely scarce.

The price of food in north Gaza is extremely high, and Ola and her family are starving. She is trying to raise money so that she and her family can afford food and water. They want to stay in north Gaza and hope to rebuild their lives there one day, but they are struggling to survive.

You can directly help a Gazan family survive famine and genocide by contributing to Ola’s campaign, and reposting the link (https://gofund.me/89e42c74) on your social media accounts.

Thank you

Ola is verified by @suad-ahmad

[sustancy]

[thereweresunflowers]

the giggle really just said. the doctor has been running their whole life and it is slowly killing them and the way they can heal themself is their platonic and familial relationships with their best friends. domesticity. it is not romance the doctor needs not anymore it is just family and love and aces and aros i am holding hands with you all right now

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

it has been literally almost exactly three years and i still cannot actually believe castiel supernatural said "i love you" to dean winchester on LIVE TELEVISION

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Ola Rudnicka captured by Bohdan Bohdanov for Vogue Portugal October 2024

[zen-dayas]

TED LASSO 1.02 “Biscuits” 3.07 “The Strings That Bind Us”

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Michael Jackson's Thriller (1983)

[somos-deseos]

Blackpaper: Seguen Oríah ☁️.

[yungbeefz]

Adriana se ríe. —Bueno, quizá eso sea pedir mucho. —A Adriana le gusta Axl. No por los movimientos o por la forma de ser en el escenario, si no por los ojos claros y la voz. Sin embargo, no le gustan algunas de sus actitudes pasadas, como la pose de rockstar egocéntrico que Tommy también tenía. Trata de no juzgarlo porque en general no le gusta juzgar a la gente, se siente culpable sobretodo porque ella deja mucho que desear en varios sentidos. —Igualmente, no es que sea una gran conocedora del rock. —Comenta sólo por si acaso. —Creo que sólo conozco tres bandas. —Se ríe. Ante lo siguiente, los ojos se clavan en los que la observan a ella. —Cerveza, ¿te parece? La que quieras.

"bueno... no suenan mal, pero ninguno de ellos luce como slash o axl" o duff, quien también le ha llegado a gustar por momentos, aunque su favoritos siempre fueron los primeros dos — como los de la mayoría de la población femenina. lo siguiente que vecina menciona llama mucho más su atención, por lo que por fin vuelve la vista a ella. "por supuesto. ¿qué tomamos?"

[northgazaupdates]

I want to share with you all a message from our friend Ola, who writes to us from the heart of besieged north Gaza.

Ola is a graduate student from the faculty of science at Al-Azhar University in Gaza. She is a dedicated and passionate student, striving to become a good researcher and teacher.

Before October 7th, her days were filled with attending lectures, working, and volunteering. She completed her bachelor's degree in Mathematics with a GPA 96.01% and a grade of distinction with first class honors.

Unexpectedly, her life took a drastic turn with the commencement of the cruel war on Gaza, transforming her from a passionate student to a person struggling for survival.

As you read this post, Ola, her mother, father, three sisters, and little brother are fighting death in northern Gaza. They are suffering under bombing, displacement, instability, starvation, thirst, and poverty. They are facing a harsh famine due to the IOF blockade of north Gaza, which has led to prices soaring. Ola herself was recently hospitalized for malnutrition due to the famine.

Yet through all of this, Ola is keeping her hope alive that she may go back to her career as an educator, and pursue her passion of teaching the next generation of Gazan children.

Ola is raising funds in order to be able to pay the rising cost of basic necessities in north Gaza. Her family is large and the cost of survival in north Gaza is astronomical, so she is going to need a lot of help with her campaign. If you have anything you can spare, I implore you to support Ola and her family. From where you are right now, you personally can help save lives in north Gaza.

Please reblog this post, follow Ola at @olagaza and boost her posts, and repost the link to her campaign across all your social media

Thank you❤️

Ola’s case has been verified by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi, she is #205 on their spreadsheet of vetted campaigns

[aibidil]

One of my favorite things is learning what words people used for this hand game—where you sit in a circle with your hands facing up, right hand on top of your neighbor's, left hand below your other neighbor's, and you sequentially go around slapping right hand into left— where they lived when they were kids. The regional variations are the best. It's in Wikipedia as "Stella Ella Ola," but for me (and many NE USAmericans) it's "Quack Diddly Oso."

The way these games are taught to younger kids by older kids and spread throughout regions is so fascinating; I want a visualization where you can see what happens when one random kid 50 years ago moved to a different state. I have no idea how widespread this game is, but I think it's all across the US and Canada, at a minimum. I haven't seen my kids play this—is it still a thing?

In my school in the 90s, it went like this—

Quack diddly oso, 
Quack, quack, quack, 
Señorita, 
Rita, rita, rita, 
Velour, velour, 
Velour, velour, velour, velour, 
1, 2, 3, 4!

I especially appreciate the versions that include “your mother smells like pizza,” “the toilet over fulled,” and “the cat peed on the floor,” “potatoes on the floor-a”

What about you? Anyone play it outside of North America?

[thereweresunflowers]

feeling ill thinking about about how in the robert icke version of hamlet they changed laertes' "this sword is too heavy, let me see another" to be him wanting to switch out the poisoned sword and trying desperately to stop the tragedy rather than asking for the poisoned blade. an adaptation so compassionate the characters themselves are trying to break free from the tragedy and still can't

[salovila]

Salomé sonríe ante el saludo copiado, sintiéndose un poco más distendida ahora que puede notar que contrario está abierto a la interacción. No nota si él la mira con ojos brillantes ni tampoco nota si está atontado, Salomé imaginaría que, en todo caso, será porque la reconoce de la televisión o de su octavo y último álbum, el que sacó hace dos años y el cual amasó un par de cientos de miles de copas en su primer mes. Además, rara vez repara en las miradas que los hombres le eyectan, acostumbrada a ser deseada con la ambigüedad y la dicotomía de la fantasía de la estrella del pop: una debe ser sexual, pero no debe cantarle a nadie en definitivo ni debe tener ninguna pareja conocida, siempre siendo carne que se corta y se entrega a quien ponga un póster suyo en su pared. Por eso siempre decía que saldría con un fanático, incluso si Salomé nunca salía de forma estable con nadie. El contrario parece tan alegre y simpático que ella se siente a salvo, al menos en cierta medida, y da un paso adelante y destensa los hombros y la espalda, la cual se yergue. Lo piensa un momento y aunque por un momento considera guardarse el comentario y no ser tétrica ni extraña, es como si las palabras salieran solas: —Temo que en la vida real no hay conejos con relojes ni mundos maravillosos. —Si Salomé fuera un personaje ficticio, y si acaso fuese dada en la Literatura, seguramente se reconocería más en uno escrito por Shirley Jackson o acaso a esa mujer encerrada que perdía su cabeza frente a un empapelado amarillo. Nada queda de la mujer que alguna vez fue, tan sólo registros fotográficos, algunos conciertos en formato DVD y una discografía plena de hits de discoteca. Y ni si quiera se reconoce ahí, incluso cuando escribía sus propias canciones si bien, hacia el final, todas terminaban más o menos cercenadas. —Siempre lloraba con Alicia. La escena en la que se comen las ostras me entristecía mucho. —Sobre todo considerando cuánto le gustan a la cocina española, la suya. —Soy Salomé Vila, es un gusto.

no se percata demasiado de su alrededor. lo cierto es que nic se divierte: cata diferentes sabores de té y aprende todo aquello que los organizadores tienen para enseñarle. no es un pasatiempo que practique, pero comienza a generarle cierto interés hasta que una voz femenina y, por consecuente su figura, se presenta en frente suyo. aturdido, echa la cabeza ligeramente hacia atrás, pero se recupera casi de inmediato. “ hola, tú. ” repite, un poco atontado. no solo por la repentina charla, sino también por la fisonomía ajena, que le parece algo más que espectacular. carraspea e intenta mantener un semblante más o menos serio, pero es con su pregunta que su personalidad genuina sale a flote. “ nooo, ¡es verdad! no lo había pensado antes… —es decir, sí, sabía que me recordaba a algo, pero no sabía bien a qué. qué locura. ” y la verborrea no se detiene por un rato, porque así es cuando se le da cuerda al mayor de los vorosky. sacude la cabeza y chasquea la lengua. “ ¿y tú serías… alicia? ” pregunta en un timbre menor de voz, evidentemente actuado, buscando rescatar su propia figura.

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

some men are born bi. some achieve bi-ness. and some men have bisexuality thrust upon them