#tw famine

[craftyjellyfishcat]

Story idea: a royal family was started when a humble farmer saved his community from a famine by donating every coin and food he could.

Now before any member can ascend to the throne, they must grow a plant to honor the farmer who saved many lives.

You seemingly can't grow anything, and many worry you never do so. One day however, you discover you can grow plants in a different way...

[mos22111]

🚨💔Dont skip,, please help my family you could save our life!!🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸

Please help me on paypal

https://paypal.me/Mostfa95IL?country.x=IL&locale.x=en_US

Hello, my name is Mustafa Moein, I am 29 years old. I lost my father when I was 14 years old. I left my studies forever to support my family and because of my young age, I had to provide them with everything they needed, but I endured this life.

was able to gather my daily sustenance with difficulty without everything to feed my mother and sisters after living day and night working to meet some of their necessities. Life has been harsh with me since I was affected. I used to work by the day. Here in Gaza, the number of working hours is not less than 12 hours a day.

Sometimes it is more than that and is equivalent to $10, and sometimes it is less, and this is due to the nature of the work, and it is not enough for more than one meal per person per day, given the number of members in my family, which consists of 7 people.

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I lived my childhood in misery. I tried a lot to make us a special source, but without any benefit. Here in the city of Gaza, the conflict every year. There is bombing, destruction, and collapse of the economy and loyalty to prices. In short, there is no future for us. We are always threatened by everything that responds.

But after a long performance and my life was wasted without space I reached the age of 23 and I did not live the comfortable and happy life that most young people live at the beginning of this age, but in this year of my life I became famous to see life from a glimmer of hope because I had a friend who was able to open a used clothing showroom and he asked me to work with him for a daily wage

There are working hours of not less than 14 hours for a wage of between 15 dollars and sometimes more than that and I may bear with the clothing of my little ones from every beginning of the summer or winter season and what I bought to provide more for my basic family I was happy with something despite the little

I did not see my mother or sisters except in the morning when I went to work, and at that time they were always in need of me because my sisters were epileptic, and my work began at (9 in the morning until 11 at night), until I took up this work and began to pick grapes when I was 25 years old.

They were selected by supporters of those who are about to get married. He also worked for a daily wage. He left us a house that he owned before his death in a residential building. It was a 3-bedroom apartment, a bedroom for my mother and sisters, and a staircase that was mine. This house was completely destroyed during the collective memory war.

In the second year of my marriage, my sister passed away. She was a special needs patient who had epilepsy. A month after her death, my sister gave birth to my first child. I had been dreaming of seeing my first child. I had prepared many clothes for him, and he had many toys and a special section in the “for children” department. In fact, my first child became everything I owned, but my joy was not complete, as the house was completely destroyed.

But after the second month of my child’s birth, something unexpected happened. October 7th came, the first day of the genocide. Since October 7th, they started leaving completely and in a new, cruel way. I was afraid for my child and the rest of the partners from the sounds of the vehicles and the flying dust left by the missiles. I was afraid that something bad would happen to them, but I had no choice at that time but to surrender to the reality.

The next day, October 7, we were forced to leave the house while planes were bombing the residential towers next to us with tons of explosives. It was a barbaric bombing, a genocide. I saw the houses being destroyed and the people inside them. I saw the roads being destroyed, death in all its forms. I saw the bodies flying and I saw bodies being burned.We sat in the streets, we slept on the sidewalks, and the smell of blood was everywhere. We did not know what to do. We did not find shelter. We were forced to spend the night in the streets. My family and I spent days carrying my two-month-old baby, and my heart was breaking and I was worried about them all.

After a short period of suffering in everything, I remember in the second month of the genocide the bombing stopped for several days to check on my house, perhaps it had not been bombed, despite the destruction and genocide that I saw on my way home. I was hoping to see it safe, and after a long effort walking, my heart was broken, I reached my house, which had been held together and had become a pile of rubble.

Our lives continued to be displaced, fighting hunger, thirst, diseases, and the loss of relatives, friends, loved ones, and neighbors. We lost those who used to extend a helping hand to us when needed. This genocide made us lose everything we used to see. It is beautiful that this genocide made us lose everything we love. It made us lose the simplest ways of life, unfortunately.

Three months after the genocide, my wife and child were deported to the south of the Gaza Strip. During this period, I was unable to reach news about them, as communication with Gaza City was cut off for several months throughout the north. After a period of time, I learned that they were alive, but not well, as they could not be found. There was no food or shelter, and they did not find anyone to help them, and I could not do anything for them because of the lack of what I had and because of the genocide that occurred.

And here again, life became more harsh with me due to the lack of food and the abundance of hunger and thirst. I did not find shelter, clothes, or covers for my mother and my sisters, here and there, my wife and my child. Everything became expensive due to the genocide and the prevention of the entry of basic resources, food, and public and private needs.

Every day, I face life with difficulty since before the 7th of October, and it has increased due to this genocide, but I try to be the support in everything for my mother (56 years old) and my sister (Asmaa 26 years old), who is deaf and also suffers from epilepsy and has seizures, and I cannot find a medicine for her, and if it exists, it is expensive. And my sister (Amani 18 A.D.) and (Aya 15 A.D.), my wife (Tasnim 19 A.D.), and my child (Taym 1 year and 4 months).

I try to get them even one meal to share, even if it is small. I try to get them clean, disease-free water, and to get them blankets and clothes that protect them from the harsh winter cold. Now the cold has begun to kill us again, and I am extremely worried and afraid of them from the winter cold.

Since the seventh of October, we have been displaced more than 20 times after our house and the homes of our relatives, whom we sought refuge in at the beginning of the genocide, were bombed. We are now in an unorganized displacement center. We suffer from skin diseases, and we suffer from a lack of healthy water and a lack of potable water. We have no place other than this crowded place. I am displaced and there is no support for my mother, my sisters, my wife and my child except me and I am now unable to do the slightest thing.

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‏will make a difference🙏🍉 be the one who helps us

Our goal is to get donations for my sister’s treatment and to try to get a house rent for me, my sisters, and my wife Please provide for their necessary needs. Please do not ignore me. I need you. A few dollars will make a difference.

Evrey donation can make a real difference and give us hope until this war ends

[deadontheinsidesexyontheoutside]

Sexual Slavery in Sudan

[thestressedsimmer]

July 2nd, 1317: Greenfield Home, Granite Falls:

"Mama, Phillip's sick."

Those words would live in Emma's head forever. It isn't that she didn't notice that Phillip's health was deteriorating but it seemed to get worse overnight. It broke her heart that her three year old was the one who had to alert her mother to what was happening, but she was also so proud of her daughter for knowing what to do.

At first, he was alert even if he looked ghastly pale and had a faraway look in his eyes.

Lettice wanted to help care for him but there was only so much that she could do at her age. In order to distract her, Emma set her to work folding their laundry (particularly the diapers) into a neat little pile so she didn't have to do that and could focus her energy on Phillip.

For days and days this went on. She took Phillip to bed with her at night, woke up and carried him around while she tended to his siblings, and then she would sit with him and try to nurse him back to health.

No matter what she did, there was no improvement. Sure, she'd see a smile or hear a giggle every so often but his health was only getting worse. To the point that he started complaining about being cold. Freezing.

Despite it being July, Emma set about making her son comfortable. She built a fire and sat herself by it with him in her arms. He did seem more comfortable, at least.

They sat there for a long time. She told her son stories, sang songs to him, anything to keep him awake. But eventually he could fight no longer.

Little Phillip, her first born son and second born child, died in her arms on the morning of July the second. Joining his father on the journey to paradise's gates.

[kelocitta]

rat concepts feat. not looking at a bone for reference

[ummick]

wec fuji full access, but it's just mick - october 4, 2024

[sayruq]

TW: A dead body

[thestressedsimmer]

June 9th, 1317: Granite Falls:

William began working extra hours towards the end of his wife's pregnancy. She served the community as a midwife (using her skills from the convent) but she couldn't very well do that while she was heavily pregnant.

His employer, a kind man who took a chance on him, was more than happy to give him the time and wages to support his wife. Besides, he was the best seller to man the store. He never told the merchant that his salesmen skills came from years serving as a Mouth of the Watcher; you need to have charisma to convince people to give their lives and hard earned coin to Her.

Unfortunately, those skills meant that other merchants were desperate to steal him away. It is common enough that when William saw the man, a wealthier guildsman who has been bothering him frequently, he smiled and shook his head.

"My answer is that same."

This time, the man had a very different reaction. He grabbed William and dragged him half-way over the counter, gripping the sigil he wore around his neck. It was tight and almost felt as if it was choking him.

He wished he could say he was surprised. After all, what does harming him gain this man who is richer than he was when he was a clergyman?

But hunger drives people to insanity. And even the richest are hungry at this point.

"Dear man - " He started, clearing his throat. "You do not want to do this."

"I understand that you are not selling like you did before. I understand that times are hard. But do you truly want to be known as the Watcherless man who murdered the help?"

He watched as his word took hold and the grip on his clothes loosened. He could breathe freely after a moment... and he knew that he had convinced him.

After a long pause, William was freed from the man's grasp.

"I understand times are hard. I will not tell anyone. Please just go."

The man obliged, but there was a sinking feeling in William's gut that this was not over.

He tried to shake such thoughts, however, and went on his normal walk home. He tried to ignore that a new bandit camp seemed to have cropped up over night and tried desperately not to worry about how close it was to his home.

The world has truly lost its mind. But he would not. It is why he has shown loyalty to his employer; not because he felt that he owed him but because there isn't much loyalty left in the world.

Pain pulled him from his thoughts.

An arrow pierced him.

He knew immediately who had done it and why; maybe hunger left the man more insane than he had thought.

He dropped to his knees, but with sheer determination? He kept himself conscious and upright, writing in the mud an explanation. Hoping that someone literate happened upon his body; maybe even his employer on his walk home.

As he did so, more arrows hit him.

Over.

And Over.

And Over.

It was overkill. He would not have survived the first one to the chest. But perhaps the goal was to finish him off before he could alert anyone. William was stubborn, though. It wasn't until he finished writing that he gave into the darkness.

The final words written? The ones he fought so hard to put in the dirt?

"Tell my wife, my dearest Emma, that I love her."

[186-3]

okay israel is doing terrible things to the palestinians and is entirely responsible for what's going on right now but

WHY THE HELL DID HAMAS LAUNCH ROCKETS AT THE ONE PLACE THAT ISRAEL WAS ALLOWING AID TO GET THROUGH TO GAZA??????

and you can't say this is a false flag attack or anything. hamas ADMITTED that they did this.

OBVIOUSLY israel took the excuse to close the border, given how they were basically forced by international pressure to open in it the first place. and now even more palestinians are going to starve.

this current iteration of the war started because hamas thought it was a good idea to attack israel and kidnap, rape, and murder israelis. the result? tens of thousands of dead palestinians. who could have POSSIBLY predicted that? oh, i don't know. how about EVERYONE

all hamas cares about is murdering israelis. if hamas released the hostages right now, the israeli will to fight would completely collapse, and many less palestinians would be killed.

but hamas doesn't want that. they don't care about palestinians. no one with power cares about palestinians. and that's why so many palestinians are being murdered.

[fanart-for-life-bun]

In the name of corruption update

TW CHARACTER DEATH // TW BLOOD // TW GUTS (blurred though) // TW SELF DEPRECATION

Oh look! Scarred wounds are healed!... Uh... Is she ok tho?-

//YEEEHAW! It's insane how my mind works sometimes XD

Here it is! Another one for the count

Due to Tumblr's page limit i can't post the new design here, but those who are in topaz/azul's discord will know ;)

Anyways, thanks to this post from @perfectstevenau i was able to be inspired to continue, hope you and @topazillustrates enjoy as usual

It all started with diamond... it shall end with diamond :3

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[praenuntia]

@zealctry asked: 💼 to work / all of them, lemme compare and contrast! / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄. -> War, Pestilence, Famine and Death.

[thestressedsimmer]

February, 1317: Comyn Manor, Barony of Finchwick, Henford-on-Bagley

Hendrie had been working himself to the bone with his training. Sure, he was only a page now, but he would be a squire in just two years. That means he will start being on the battlefield if there is a battle and so he needed to be prepared.

He realized that he hadn't been feeling well. The lack of food would often make him light-headed and sometimes he would struggle to get up after he laid on the floor. He didn't tell anyone around him. Maybe it was pride, maybe it was worry that his mentor would be told. Or worse yet, the queen. Then she might not assign him to a knight when his time came.

In the middle of one of his workouts, he could bear it no longer. His head was swimming and he could no longer see. His legs were shaking, he felt so weak that he didn't know what to do. . .

Before he had the presence of mind to sit, he hit the ground with a loud CRASH, alerting everyone in the house.

The first to get to him were his two sisters - Hextilda and Jennet - who both ran to his side. The triplets were tied together with a bond not many could understand, even with all of their fighting, he should have known they would come to his rescue.

The last thing he heard before losing consciousness? Was Hextilda screaming for their parents while Jennet comforted him and told him everything would be alright.

Despite himself, he believed her.

[bobcat-pie]

Other americans of irish descent: Lol let's become afflicted with alcohlism xD

Me: *shaking and crying* We Are Fucking Running Out Of Potatoes

[renposter]

CHAINSAW MAN SPOILERS

AAAAHHH!!!!!! I LOVE CHAINSAW MAN!!!