#or help

[gayinajar]

I went to see my friend today after not being able to see them for a month and oh my FUCK it put me in spoon debt.

I was walking for like, 3 hours, and am now lying in bed cuz mmmmmmmm nerve pain.

✨️SPOON DEBT✨️

[traumaedge]

self aware npd culture is thinking about how great you are, realising it’s all a disorder, and then causing yourself to crash. help me. i hate myself and want to cry. lmao.

[thenecropolix]

I've seen some lovely takes on the au where the psychonauts are critters and seen some interesting choices for Sasha and Milla, so hear me out

(Mama) Bear Milla

(Papa) Wolf Sasha

They can refer to raz as their cub

Also please consider Raz and the aquatos as poodles because they were a popular choice for the circus AND are historically water dogs

[joseatta11]

I think to much

I've been seeing a lot of posts talking about whether or not Will Byers have a gun. My personal take-I know no one asked- is that Will has a gun, and can use it just fine. When the demodogs come charging? BLAM! If he cries that night because he killed a living thing? I don't see how that's anybody's business. Well, except for Mike. Mike heard. If Will falls asleep with Mike's long arms wrapped around him? That's a secret nobody needs to know. When they fight Vecna though, all Will hears is the screams of those being ripped apart by the demodogs. All he sees are the demodogs knocking Bob to the ground, his dead body and blood soaked scrubs on the ground moments later. All he smells is the disgusting, putrid smell of the dead. All he tastes is that toxic snow of the Upside Down. All he feels is the gun is his hand. The safety off.

"Do it. Become the man your father always wanted you to be." Vecna goads him. He can't be his father's son though. He won't leave bruises on anyone's back. He won't come back for the money. He-

"Will!" Mike's voice tore him from his thoughts. Will looked up and his heart shattered as he saw Mike, vines wrapped around his throat, pinning him to the tree. The love of his life. Mike goddamned Wheeler. He still feels the ghost of his kiss against his lips. He'll die if he doesn't do this. Everyone'll die if he doesn't do this. He lifts the gun, hand shaking, and aims it.

"It's okay! You don't have to do this!" Mike shouted, giving him that small perfect smile.

"Do it. Do it. Do it." Vecna chanted, smiling. He knew he won. Poor little William Byers was much too weak to pull the trigger. He was a fairy. A queer. A gay. A fag. Will took a glance around. Surely this couldn't be it. They couldn't come all this way just to lose. El's eyes were closed, trying to use what remained of her powers. Max was cursing out Vecna, despite not being able to see him and barely able to talk because of the vines. Lucas and Dustin were hiding somewhere, keeping off the demodogs, completely unaware of the troubling situation. Vecna has caused all this pain and suffering for what? He was different? Yeah, well join the club.

"Fuck you!" Will spat.

"Yeah! Go Will!" Mike cheered as Max whooped. Will aimed the gun, finger settling on the trigger.

"Kill that Motherfucker!" Max whooped.

"We love you!" El yelled. Those three simple words were enough. More than enough. Will pulled the trigger. It struck Vecna right in the chest. He stumbled back in surprise. The world dulled around him. He thought he would be ready for this. His world turned fuzzy as Vecna's blood splattering on the ground.

"Will!" Mike's words echoed before he landed hard on the floor.

23 years later Will Byers still has nightmares about pulling the trigger. About the blood splatter and the deafening BLAM! It's not all bad stuff though. 23 years later Will Byers is now Will Wheeler-Byers. 23 years later El and Dustin have been happily married for ten years and Lucas and Max have been married for fifteen. 23 years later Mike and Will made the best selling comics Stranger Things. 23 years later Will is happy.

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I didn't mean to make it that long, I'm really sorry. I kind of want to make a fanfic now. All in all, what I'm saying is that Will would pull the trigger but he would hate it.

[catcatb0y]

He shouod give them to me a little more (going fucking crazy because my surroundings are all the same)

why did God give me these battles (getting dressed and leaving the house)

[piedpip3rrr]

What is this? A crossover episode???

[evilgoodguys]

he’d forgotten how much he missed that smile.

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[hazemsuhail]

Urgent Help:

Help my family survive and start a new life

Hello everyone, thank you for taking a moment to read our story.

I am Hazem Shawish, and I am trying to save my family from this war.

We live in Gaza, where we face significant challenges due to the current situation.

My family consists of 11 members, including my mother, two daughters, four sons, and three children.

In the shadow of conflict, our family has faced unimaginable hardships. The passing of my father, a victim to the cruel grasp of hunger and inadequate healthcare, left a void in our lives, underscoring the fragility of our existence here. My brother, Samer, battles bipolar disorder, a condition exacerbated by the ongoing war and the severe shortage of essential medications. Without access to the necessary treatment, his life is at risk, and we live in constant fear for his well-being amidst the chaos that surrounds us. These personal tragedies have deepened the urgency of our situation.

Every day is a struggle for survival, and each night is filled with prayers for a brighter tomorrow. We hold onto hope, believing that one day the clouds will dissipate, and we will find the peace we long for.

Our home, which was a sanctuary for us, was destroyed, forcing us to live in a state of uncertainty and fear. We have lost the laughter of our children.

Our entire neighborhood In Gaza Before and after

we had a supermarket that helped as to live and earn money, but it was bombed and we have nothing now, pic of our supermarket

We also face psychological challenges, as we have lost our father, and my brother Samer, who needs expensive medical treatment, is facing imminent danger. My mother, who has endured so much, fears losing another child. We are all suffering from malnutrition and contaminated water.

We dream of moving to Egypt to find safety, where our children can pursue their education.

We seek your support as individuals who understand the value of compassion and community.

Thank you for listening to our story, for your understanding, and for standing with us.

🇵🇸🍉❤️‍🩹🙏

All of our important links are here

vetted and verified by:

@dlxxv-vetted-donations & @a-shade-of-blue (vet)

@gazavetters , my number the list is (#75)

@paliliberation , my number the list is (#171)

[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.

[cath-lic]

this is making me lose it

[demonboyhalo]

collection of useful things tumblr has taught me:

even if you can't fall asleep, laying down with your eyes closed will still rest your body

you don't have to brush your teeth standing up

you don't have to do any chore standing up, from dishes to showering

you don't have to shower with the lights on

if you can't brush your teeth, flossing and a tongue scraper gets rid of plaque and bad breath

if you can't do that, mouthwash kills a lot of bacteria

eating "unhealthy" food is better than eating no food

you can make the same meal everyday for however long you still want it

some pills come in syrups or chewables if you can't swallow them

kids nutritional shakes can be a quick way to get fuel if you can't eat/don't have time

if walking hurts/exhausts you on a regular basis, canes and rollers are for you, no matter how young you are

we have free will—if doing something "out of the ordinary" makes life easier for you, do it

if you have even a dollar to spare, please consider donating to Alaikum's family.

they're a large family at only 10% of their goal to evacuate, and could use any help you can give!!

[hauntedhotel]

Me, on the welcome desk in the library: Good morning, how are you today?

Customer: I have welcomed Jesus into my heart and so I am well today and every day.

Me, a little unnerved: Okay then! Is there something I can help you with?

Customer, digging around in his bag and pulling out an iPhone in a box: Unfortunately, Jesus can't help me with this fucking phone, so I came to the library.

[lettuccine]

i cant stop thinking about a post by @possamble so i made this

inspired by this

based on a fanart by BugsGay on twitter