#she is carrying the war on her back

[evebestt]

"Would that you were the King" best line ever written

[2deadkat]

Okay as cool as Rhea and Liv or Rhea and Tiffany are…

may I consider:

I’m calling them Ripsky

[yoursincalendricalheresy]

Few things make me or annoyed than the argument that Héra is not-like-other-girls or has no personality.

My girl’s first scene in the whole movie is her going on a camping trip with the end goal of throwing a leg of mutton at an eagle. Which, according to her, her older brother told her would get her ripped limb from limb. Her first response to a rabid oliphant is ‘huh. I know what could eat that!’ and then stays to watch it happen. Freca is right, this girl is feral and I love her for it.

As for the not like other girls… where? That tired moment of ‘why do i have to wear a dress, i wish i could just wear pants’ never happens. Fréaláf comments not on her clothes as being unusual but the fact that she’s managed to keep them free of mud. She’s been trained to fight, sure, but that doesn’t seem unusual for women of the royal family. Besides, you will never convince me that she wasn’t the kind of little sibling that insisted on doing everything Háma did for the first ten years of her life. She doesn’t want to get married. That’s it. Full stop.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Sasha using the title "Lord" in RiAAU after taking over Toad Tower and presumably killing Grime and stealing Barrel's Warhammer from him, and other political and military leaders assuming she's a man because, well, Sasha is a gender neutral name, so they hear Lord Sasha and assume they're talking about an adult male toad warrior. The second most powerful person in the known world and only real threat to the Leviathan reign!

Cue princess Marcy fleeing Newtopia and her father seeking refuge with his worst enemy hoping to offer information and political levarage in exchange for protection, perhaps even offering herself in marriage to transfer eventual inheritances and whatnot, and she finds out that Lord Sasha is not, indeed, a dark and domineering toad warlord, but a beautiful, terrifying girl her age that looks like her and oh god her poor little lesbian heart can barely take it.

[bxriles]

I just finished my re-read of Empire of Storms and I gotta come out and say it.

Aside from Aelin, Lysandra is really the most useful one of the entire fucking group. Yes, everyone in Aelin's court is hella powerful and they all carry their own weight, but GODDAMN. LYSANDRA REALLY BE CARRYING HALF THE DAMN WAR EFFORT ON HER FUCKING BACK.

[tovaicas]

↳ ꜰꜰxɪᴠ — ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ + ᴅʀᴀʜᴍ ᴋᴏʜʀ

ᴅʀᴀʜᴍ ᴋᴏʜʀ (ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏ) ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀᴠᴀɴɪᴀɴ ᴡʏᴠᴇʀɴ ᴏꜰ ɴɪᴅʜᴏɢɢ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴠᴀɴɪᴀɴ ʜᴏʀᴅᴇ, ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀɪᴅᴇʀ ʀᴏᴜᴠᴀꜱᴛʀᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟᴇᴜᴠᴇᴄʜɪᴇʀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴜɢᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴏꜱᴋʜ ꜱᴛʀᴀʜ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏᴏɴ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀʟ ᴀꜱ ᴀɪʀ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏᴍᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ꜱʜɪɴʀʏᴜ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟᴀ ᴍʜɪɢᴏ, ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴄᴜᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛꜱ ʜɪᴇɴ ʀɪᴊɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟʏꜱᴇ ʜᴇxᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜɪᴍʟʏᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ʟᴜɴᴀʀ ʙᴀʜᴀᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴇʟᴏᴘʜᴇʀᴏɪ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴀᴍᴀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴏɴ ᴢᴏʟᴍ'ᴀᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜᴘᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴇʀɪᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏɴɴᴀɪꜱꜱᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴏʀᴢᴇᴀɴ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀʟᴇᴍᴀʟᴅ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛʟʏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇꜱᴛɪɴɪᴇɴ ᴠᴀʀʟɪɴᴇᴀᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴀʟᴅᴇɴᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀʀʟᴇᴍᴀʟᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɪʀ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰɪʟᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ɢᴀʀʟᴇᴍᴀʟᴅ. ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀ ᴛʜᴜʟᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍᴇᴛᴀᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴏꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ᴡʏᴠᴇʀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴᴇᴜᴠᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟʏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴀ ʀɪᴅᴇʀ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

[hansolosupremacy]

damn alright then

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 08 - Fav. (Side) Job

When she's not running around as Ninja or Summoner , Arsay's next choice is the lance. Being bestowed a source of draconic power by Midgardsormr moments before his slumber, and knowing how to channel the powers of Bahamut with dreadwyrm trance, Arsay's power as a Dragoon rivals that of even the former Azure Dragoon. With that said, she'd much rather use her polearm to hunt monsters.

[softquietsteadylove]

Okay I have two heracles prompts bc I am obsessed and you’ve created an idea monster!!! (I love them so much, mama bear Thena is soooo good and you write it flawlessly) first one is this: what if there’s terrible weather (a storm or blizzard or something idk whatever makes sense lol) and as usual heracles is stressing them out bc they can’t find him! turns out he’s curled up in a corner somewhere trying to brave the weather, so obviously mama Thena and papa Gil have to bring him home with them to save him from the elements. Cue: fam snug time

The storm was like nothing Athens had felt before.

It was a hurricane, although those born and raised called it a cyclone, and attributed it to the gods' displeasure. But now the gods were there in Athens, and could clarify, no: this was not their divine wrath.

Sailors pulled their ships in, the whole city headed to its highest point to avoid flooding. Although they mostly left the citizens to their own devices, Sersi and Phastos did quietly fortify what structures they could, sealing cracks subtly and turning the occasional limestone into a more water resistant granite, just for the storm.

Ajak counted heads. "Is this everyone?"

"For the most part," Ikaris grumbled as he unloaded some of the more stubborn Athenians who hadn't wanted to take the advice of evacuating their homes. "You told us not to do too much."

He had clearly been kidnapping people from their homes to bring them here.

"The orphanage is the furthest structure in town, and they're all here now," Sersi added, gesturing to the women who were tending to the children and their fright. "I think we can seal the doors."

"Wait."

Ajak frowned as Thena - most unusually - raised her voice. The Goddess of War was visibly searching for something, her eyes narrowed. "What is it?"

The blonde lioness huffed, pacing the room in her search. "He's not here."

"Who?"

"That stray?" Ikaris asked, and was swiftly punched right in the jaw for it. He snarled at his passing teammate. "If he didn't come with the others then maybe he was already swept out to sea."

"Ikaris!" Sersi hissed at him.

"Heracles?" Thena even called out, which was above and beyond for her. Plenty turned and looked, bewildered by the Goddess of War mingling in their presence. But she continued stomping through the great hall, her head swivelling. "Heracles!"

"You don't see him either?" Gilgamesh frowned. He was also counting heads, his finger poised and physically pinpointing people as he went. "I saw the rest of the kids come in but I thought maybe he had run straight to you."

Thena's brows were so knotted they weren't likely to come undone until the storm passed. "I had hoped the same of you."

Both Eternals sighed heavily, their chests tight; that meant he was out there in the storm.

"You two are seriously going out there for that kid?" Phastos felt the need to ask, but wisely stepped out of their way as the two Fighters approached the open entryway.

"Don't do anything rash," Ajak advised, which really meant that they were not to bend the natural order of things too drastically. And that included defying the laws of nature for one life, even if it was that of a child.

But Thena looked at Sersi over her shoulder, "seal the walls behind us. If we find him we'll go back to the Domo."

"If you're certain," Sersi replied, and received a nod with such sureness only the Goddess of War could manage it. So, the Elemental Eternal raised her hands to the pillars of the Parthenon. Its open steps shifted and a wall of gnarled coral stood in its place. there was enough to let in air but not so much that the rain could make it past the threshold.

Thena stepped into the rain and wind, already having to squint her eyes against it. "Where could he have gone?"

Gilgamesh held his hand up against the elements, standing by her side. "He couldn't have gotten far."

They set out, doing their best to look around the darkened streets, already rushing with water. It wasn't so much that every road was a river, but they had to wonder what it looked like further downhill. How accurate could Ikaris' snide remark have been?

"We'll find him," Gilgamesh promised, practically having to shout over the force of the winds around them.

Thena's dress and robes whipped in the wind behind her. It took mere seconds for them both to be soaked to the bone, the white clinging to her skin. But she stalked forward, hunting for her prey, or in this case, a cub.

"Heracles!" she belted aloud. Despite it being louder than her usual low, roiling tone, the storm swallowed it up. The clouds blanketed the city with their own rumbling, far louder than one or even two voices.

"Come on out, bud!" Gilgamesh also attempted to shout into the ether. "We'll get you somewhere safe!"

It felt as if they were going fishing for a minnow in the great reefs. It was simply too daunting, too overwhelming to consider searching the whole city.

Gilgamesh turned to Thena. "You should go to the Domo, see if you can see a sign of life or something."

She made a face, which ended up being a weary kind of smile. Because of course he was offering to brave the storm in her place. But she declined his chivalrous offer. "I have to see him with my own eyes."

Gil chuckled, grasping her hand and winding their fingers together. "Don't let go of me. I can't be looking for both of you in this."

Thena squeezed back, communicating through touch that she had no intention of straying from him.

"Heracles!" Gilgamesh called out again. "Wait."

She heard it too. It wasn't the child for whom they were searching, but it was a clear whining--a whimpering. She looked at him. "It's a dog."

Humans liked dogs. And Heracles was always trying to defend the honour of anything that would let him, from a field mouse to complete stranger.

Thena took off running. The rain felt like needles in her skin, heavy and sharp and freezing cold. "Heracles, where are you?!"

"Here!"

It was a tiny little squeak from a whelp of a voice. But she turned a corner, ducking between buildings, away from the main roads. Although the wind became worse, the building facades offered somewhat of a shield against the rain. She shuffled between them, no longer concerned with the water pouring down on her from the roofs and gutters. "Where?"

He needn't have answered. She turned a corner and there he was, huddled under a roof with a mangy stray trembling in his arms. They were both positively sodden and shaking, even seated on the ground where a shallow river was flowing around them.

Thena sighed. The ache in her chest lightened, although his appearance left a different kind of problem to address. She plodded over to him, equally sodden, splashing with every stop.

The boy had his biggest, saddest eyes at the ready for her. "I'm-m s-s-sorry, Th-Th-Th-"

She spared him the attempt, crouching down to him. The dog crouched out of her way as she picked him up and held him against her. He was cold to the touch, but the longer she held him, the more she could feel that warm core that all humans possessed. She rubbed his back regardless of the soaked tunic he wore. "I am here."

He clung to her. "Everyone l-l-left h-him. I t-t-tried to get ins-side with him, b-but all the houses-"

They were all sealed to some extent in preparation for the great rains, leaving two strays outside just trying to get somewhere safe. Thena looked down at the mutt.

The dog yelped as she kicked in the door to the house lending them part of its roof. The animal quickly darted inside away from the thunder and rain.

"He will be fine," she murmured as she turned with Heracles bundled against her. "You are coming with us."

"It's c-c-cold, m-m-m-"

"I know," she sufficed to say. She was also cold, and wet, and wished to be inside. But she tucked the child's head under her chin. "Endure just a little longer."

"Thank all the stars in the sky you two are okay!"

Heracles' trembling lessened somewhat as Gilgamesh wrapped his arms around them both. He was also wet, and also cold, but still warmer than both of them combined. The weight of his mere presence was assuring, like a heavy blanket, or a roof overhead.

Thena closed her eyes, letting both life forms warm her frozen core. She hated the rain, she didn't like being cold, and she had sworn she would never go so out of her way for a human. To protect one's life, certainly. But to search the streets for a little boy's comfort and general well being? That was something she would have left to Ajak or Sersi under any other circumstances.

Gil pressed his lips to her cheek, "are you?--okay, I mean."

"I am," she affirmed for him, relishing his closeness. They parted just enough for Heracles to breathe again, repositioning his face against Thena's shoulder. "He must be warmed."

"Let's go."

For however long it felt it took them to search for him, the walk back with Heracles in hand felt endless. Thena kept her eyes closed, curled around the small form she was carrying as much as she could manage. Gilgamesh walked in front of her, shielding her when the wind felt brave enough to face them head on. He acted as her eyes.

"Almost there," he announced, not that she had any frame of reference.

But she looked down. She had wrapped the sodden cape of her dress around herself and the boy in some form of attempt for warmth. She pulled it away from his face. "Just a little more."

His hair was now the colour of wheat at the end of its life, it was so wet. But the head nodded, choosing not to emerge to look at her. For that, she could not blame him.

Only once aboard the Domo did Heracles emerge. They were all exhausted, watching as the door to the ship closed behind them. The wind and rain drifted away, leaving only the sound of their breathing and the water dripping off them. "Where are we?"

Thena smiled. Humans were never supposed to see the Domo for themselves. To think them gods and deities was one thing, but to truly understand their alien origins was another. There were already hieroglyphics of the Domo in a few of the tombs in Egypt, they didn't need more evidence.

But she walked with Heracles still in hand from the hull of the ship and towards her quarters. "This is how we came to Athens."

The boy offered no notes. He merely took it all in, bewildered and exhausted. He looked at Gilgamesh behind them over her shoulder. "I thought the gods were always in Athens."

"Uh," Gilgamesh tried to think of how he would keep from dispelling the kid's idea of the world. But he patted his head, immediately noting that they all needed towels. "This is how we...came down from the stars."

"Oh," Heracles nodded, completely willing to accept the answer as it was. He wilted against Thena again. "Are you angry?"

"No," she said more softly than even she expected. But in truth, she wasn't, no matter how agitated she had been upon discovering his absence back in the great hall. She adjusted him on her hip. "I am relieved you are safe. That is all."

The Goddess of War had spoken, and that was that.

Heracles found himself set down upon a bed. It was large enough for a grown up but small enough that it didn't seem befitting of a goddess. But he accept the cloth Gilgamesh tossed over his head and rustled his hair with. "Hey!"

Gilgamesh soaked up the child's laughter. "Get dry, pipsqueak. Can't go to bed all damp."

Although, with a mere touch, the Domo was able to warm their room and suck out any excess moisture it detected. Perhaps returning to the comforts of their mothership more often would be in order.

Thena inhaled as Gilgamesh draped a towel around her shoulders, between her hair and her chilled skin. She leaned into him. She preferred him lukewarm and damp to not having him at all.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, "he's okay. We all are."

"Hm," she acknowledged. She remained close to him, laughing as he angled her behind his form and purring as he unclipped the gold lining her toga, allowing it to drag away from her body. "You thought of everything."

"Told you, can't go to bed like this," he whispered to her as he pulled a dry shirt of his on over her head, even pulling out her hair and braiding it over her shoulder.

She inhaled. The scent of him and the Domo fogged over her senses and made the storm seem like a distant memory. She languished in the feeling of it, pressing her lips to his. He was happy to oblige.

"Now this is all wet too!"

Thena made a face as Gil pulled back. The child was back to being an agitation.

He left her with a final kiss. "You two get warm, I'll find some more towels and change into dry clothes."

"Hm," she offered as a means of telling him he better not dawdle in his mission.

He gave her a grin; he wouldn't dare. He took the towel form Heracles, who was thoroughly mussed but indeed dryer than he had been. "Go on, kid, get all warmed up. I'll be back."

Thena took the liberty of bundling him up in most of the blankets, cocooning him and his dampness in warmth and away from her. Although, once he was properly swaddled, she brought the ball close to her as she laid on her side.

Heracles fussed in his cocoon of blankets. "I want more room."

Thena ruffled his hair, her eyes already closed, head already on her pillow. "Gilgamesh will need room once he returns."

"Hmph," Heracles sufficed, but he did find a position comfortable for himself. Her arm laid over him and he let the warmth of the bed and the scent of the room lull him to sleep. "Will Papa be here when I wake up?"

Thena looked down at the boy. He had always been an orphan, as far as she knew. He had no concept of what having a family was like. Not that she knew what having a family was supposed to be like for a child his age. But perhaps this was a comfort all humans craved, familial or not. She pressed her hand to his hair. "Yes, he will."

[wizardnuke]

i love dnd..i love playing heavy utility/support/backfield and i love having three to six attacks in a turn and an insane ac. at heart im a support player ill get my hands on whatever we're missing in a group

[bereft-of-frogs]

I finally did it, I asked someone on reddit WHY they think Indara faked her own death in the first episode. Because I don't see any evidence of it and idk I just don't get the sense they'd throw out that much of a curve-ball without any foreshadowing? I feel like she'd definitely be coming up more. They almost never mention her except in the list of targets/the bit where Jecki is arresting Mae. But this theory keeps popping up and it's on my list of 'things that would tank the ending for me' if she turned out to have faked her death in some bizarre 5D chess match that hasn't been telegraphed in any way in the text. It's definitely way more foreshadowed that one or more of the witches is alive (see: 'my mother could do that' from last episode).

I get too wanting more Jedi Master Carrie-Anne Moss, but I think she's really just going to be in the second flashback episode and I'll take what I can get even if that ends up being a combined total of like 20 minutes of screentime XD

[spiteriisen]

tag drop ; isande.

( even scorched by fires of war ; i will fly on wings of my own making. ✧ ic. ) isande. ( gold as the rising sun ; she holds her shield aloft to greet the dawn. ✧ visage. ) isande. ( what good is any faith if in yourself you hold none ; be your own devotee. ✧ isms. ) isande. ( through shade & sleet-- through all winter's wrath ; the thistle maid blooms in xanntash. ✧ aesthetic. ) isande. ( born in the dark but her heart never beat ; not 'til light touched her face was she truly complete. ✧ lore. ) isande.

( a message to all the holy temples dedicated to me ; you all really make up any shit huh. ✧ crack. ) isande. ( do not follow me-- do not pray ; choose to walk alongside me and i will stay. ✧ game shenanigans. ) isande.

connections ;

( i'd trade all tales human & divine to turn back time ; for song in your smile & light in your eyes. ✧ isande & finnegan. ) passionfell. ( you seek no god & i never sought to be one ; not demanding or bestowing-- i am asking for a champion. ✧ isande & ankita. ) passionfell. ( you can't wield a sword for me-- i don't carry one ; pledge oath to you & let blind faith be gone. ✧ isande & alwin. ) risingretribution.

[the-ipre]

[id: a digital drawing of Faiden and Zol, two Star Wars ocs, as they hug. Faiden is a blue Theelin with a large fluffy tail and puffy orange hair, wearing a flowy top and white armor with orange paint on her hips. Zol is an orange Zabrak with a few broken horns, wearing all black with long pointed gloves. He has his face buried in Faiden's shoulder as he hugs her, hands balled in her shirt, and she hugs him back just as tightly /end id]

these siblings will be the death of me

[ethereance]

Au where Altea only appears at the end of the series because they’ve all accidentally been plonked into another reality. The one Honerva tried to reach. The Alteans aren’t exactly pleased to see the lions after a day of having their planet used as a battleground.

[partly-cloudyskies]

i like ahsoka but i hate how all the recent material just basically frames her as a jedi like she left the order for a reason

[yujateaandpi]

Hi guys! Yujatea here! If you enjoy my work, I’d like to please ask for a moment of your time to consider helping this family I’m supporting! Shaima is a mother of four children, Abdul Rahim, Walid, Majdi, and baby Amal. Shaima is struggling to support her children since her husband disappeared, and needs urgent help with providing food and resources for them, especially as winter sweeps through Gaza! This family’s fundraising campaign (@familgazaamal1) is completely vetted and I’m trying to use my platforms to raise awareness on their behalf. I’ll be opening my commissions to raise funds for their campaign so keep your eyes peeled! I’ll also post their fundraiser link in my highlights as well! Thanks guys! Let’s do our part to reclaim kindness and uplift each other!

Here's a message from the family:

In Gaza, where conflict looms over daily life, children’s dreams remain a ray of hope. Abdul Rahim, a young boy, dreams of becoming a famous artist, using his drawings to tell the world about the beauty of his homeland. Walid, on the other hand, dreams of playing football in a big stadium, representing his country despite the obstacles around him. Majdi, a cat lover, dreams of becoming a kind person and helping children. Majdi, who dreams of opening an animal shelter to care for animals in Gaza. Even in the midst of war, these children cling to their dreams, believing that one day, despite the difficulties, they will achieve their goals. Their dreams are not only about personal success, but also about shedding light on a world filled with darkness. These dreams symbolize the resilience of Gaza’s children, showing that hope and determination can survive even the most difficult circumstances.

In the heart of the ongoing war, Shaima lives with her four children, constantly struggling with pain and waiting. Her husband, who was once the source of security and happiness, left a long time ago, facing the challenges of war far from them. Every day, Shaima makes earnest efforts to keep life going despite the hardships. She strives to provide food and shelter while trying to instill hope in the hearts of her children, who are still waiting for their father’s return, a father they know little about other than his absence. Her four children, despite their young age, carry great hopes in their hearts. The eldest, who everyone sees as the "little father," dreams of their father returning to embrace them as he did in the past. The youngest, on the other hand, wakes up at night searching for his father's voice, wishing for his return to feel safe again. Shaima's dream is every mother’s dream in this war: for her husband to return safely so they can live together again in peace and security. She dreams of the days when her husband filled their home with joy, and she prays for the end of the war so their family can reunite once more. Yet, amid the destruction and tears, hope remains their strength. Shaima knows that her patience and resilience are what keep the family going. Despite the difficult days, she continues to resist, dreaming of the moment when her family will be whole again, with her husband and the father of her children back home.