#their family

[izayoichan]

A walk with wishes made.

(Poses by @simmireen)

[kb9-ships-mistercriky]

Oh God, they are so so so Charles & Leo's parents! I love all of this so much!

[tiger-lily-55555]

Hollow Knight Progress:

Well, stuff certainly happened! It’s been a while since I did one of these, but I’m really happy with what I achieved this weekend. I got Descending Dark, fought Hornet and got the King’s Brand, went to the Abyss, got into Queen’s Gardens, and got further in the second colosseum trial than I ever had before (I never realised until now you can just... dodge the belflys by hanging off the side wall). Quick summary now completed, I want to talk about going into the Abyss, and how this game keeps on sucker-punching me in the emotions. Repetitively.

At first, I just went there to get the shade cloak, and get out. Easy and simple. I didn’t think too much of it - I already knew the lore and the tragedy, so I thought that this wouldn’t really make much of an impact. Until I saw the first broken mask on a platform, alone and discarded. I continued my descent, finding more and more corpses of vessels who never made it out of the Abyss. First only singular masks were on the platforms, then small clusters of them, until I finally reached the bottom, the floor completely covered in broken masks. As I climbed down I had felt a sense of unease, like I wasn’t supposed to be there, but once I arrived at the base of this massive graveyard, I felt a sinking feeling of loss at it all. There were so, so many of them. All dead, all gone, and all never even got the chance to live. I can’t really put to words what I felt, but good job on Team Cherry for being able to design a game that has that effect. Not a word was spoken, but the sense of lost seemed almost audible within the gloom and silence.

[caseykinnie]

okay specifically asking this for @gender-gremlin04 @pomegranate-jr3 and @anotherlesbiandad but if you have thoughts on it too pls give them i wanna know

i'm thinking a lot abt the metaphors and things i could use for each character like symbolically if that makes sense?? like james being the sun and the color gold and fire and stuff but i need some for all the other characters too and i'm struggling so hard so please if you have ideas for any and all of the marauders/zigverse marauders lmk

[cockworkangels]

Ohh what was the book?

i'm not sure if it's been translated to english but it's taivaslalulu (heavensong) by pauliina rauhala and it's about a young couple who are part of a religious community and them trying to navigate their lives, beliefs and family in the community. it's about dealing with motherhood in a community where any type of contraception is forbidden and how constantly being pregnant and taking care of children weighs on you. it's a very heartbreaking but also a really beautiful book.

[kayiiin]

Some extra content of the birthday post

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

I was inspired

[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.

[chicagoeggwhisperer]

If King Charles dies on or before March 25th, 2024, he will technically be the shortest-reigning king in English history.

Anyway, like to charge, reblog to cast.

[xxtc-96xx]

hooray for blue charmander!

somehow I've done another Chartodile family moment

[nelsonakis]

[girldraki]

[liquidstar]

my brother was making fun of me and our other brother for having the same haircut, and we were immediately like "what the fuck are you talking about? you had this EXACT SAME haircut like a year ago. this is your haircut too. jackass." so we start arguing back and forth until our mom stops us and says "come here." and she brings out her ID from when she was a teenager and... its the same haircut.

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

[pinkiemachine]

I made a thing….