not the yuttas,

( z | 21 | she/her)

[zalimaaa]

links to carrds:

uyghur muslims / palestine / yemen / kurdistan

afghanistan / kashmir / police brutality in india

hong kong / philippines / serbia / anti-semitism

belarus / lebanon / say her name / trans rights

black lives matter / educate racism / protest tips

lgbt rights / nigeria / do the right thing / carrds

[shoujo-dreamland]

Celebi posting, some of my favourite art Ive done of her so far 🌱

[roseytint-deactivated20181213]

a concept: heavy rainfall when you’re tucked up in bed. like if u agree.

[nebularyder]

(copied message, please share the link below)

I'm Lubna, a displaced person living in a tent in southern Gaza. ⛺ A week ago, a tent next to ours was bombed, and I miscarried my three-month-old baby due to extreme panic, fear, and terror. My husband is a prisoner, and I know nothing about him. He left me with three children. The youngest had unsuccessful surgery and needs treatment abroad. He needs to buy medicine for 50 euros a day. 💊 I also need medical care after losing my baby and miscarrying. Please donate 100 euros to provide urgent treatment for two days. ‼️ Thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️ 🔗 My number has been verified by @gazavetters, and it's the first number on the list.

https://chuffed.org/project/117668-help-my-family-get-out-gaza

[nebularyder]

Hello, my name is Saja. I’m a mother to a beautiful 8-month-old baby girl, writing this from a place I never imagined I’d be — surrounded by destruction, holding on to my daughter while the world around us falls apart. 💔

We used to have a home. 🏚 A simple place, but it was filled with love. Now it’s gone. What remains are memories, silence, and an overwhelming fear of what tomorrow may bring.

Each day, I wake up not knowing if we will make it through the next. My daughter should be learning to walk, to smile at strangers, to feel safe in her world — but instead, she’s learning to live in the middle of a war zone. 🕊️

I’m not writing this to ask for pity. I’m sharing our truth because silence won’t protect us. Maybe, through this message, someone will hear us — and care. 🤍

If you feel moved to share our story or offer support, it would mean more than words can say. Every kind act ripples outward. ✨

🔗 Donation Link 📌 Post Link

Thank you for taking a moment to listen. 🙏

please share and donate if and what you can!!

[nebularyder]

Hi there 🌱 I hope you are doing well. My name is Naser, and I’m from Gaza. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but I wanted to share a piece of my story — because right now, it’s the only way I know to try and survive.

This war has changed everything. I lost my mother and my sister. Our home is gone. What used to be a normal life — school, family meals, laughter — has been replaced by fear, rubble, and silence.

Now, I’m displaced with my three younger brothers. I’ve become their protector, their parent, their hope. We sleep side by side and I try to make them feel safe, even when I’m scared too.

We are trying to raise funds to rebuild our lives — to find a safe place, to go back to school, to have something to believe in again. I dream of going to university. My brothers have their own dreams too — of being a doctor, an engineer, just being kids again.

If you’re able to support us by donating 💌 or even just sharing our campaign 🔁, it would truly mean the world. Every small act of kindness brings us a little closer to hope.

Visit my post

Thank you for taking the time to read this 🙏 And if you'd rather not receive messages like this, please just let me know and I won’t reach out again.

With love and resilience

please share and donate if and what you can!!

[nebularyder]

Hi, my name is Mosab , I’m from Gaza, and like many here, I’ve lost more than I ever thought I could bear — my family, my home, my sense of safety, and the simple moments that once gave life meaning. 💔

I’m not writing this to ask too much of anyone. I’m sharing a piece of my story — not because I want sympathy, but because I still believe someone, somewhere, might care enough to listen.

If this message finds you at the wrong time, I understand.

I’m truly sorry if it feels like an interruption.

➡️ Please feel free to DM me if you'd rather not receive asks from me — I'll make sure not to contact you again. 🤍

✨ If you do feel moved to help — even by sharing — it means more than words can say.

Every repost, every bit of care, helps keep hope alive in a place that has seen too much darkness.

🙏 Thank you for taking the time to read.

📌 Post Link

Wishing you peace, healing, and comfort — wherever you are.

With deep appreciation

please share and donate if and what you can

[nebularyder]

🗣️My friends, we need donations so we can eat, not to buy clothes or go on a picnic!

🔴What should I do to receive donations?

🔴Why is there discrimination in support?

🔴We forget the taste of meat and checken😢

Am a teacher now nothing

Lost job home and my workplace

please share—maybe it will make a difference.

Am girl and pregnant live in a tent at the street the war destroyed all thing Of course,

you surely have a sister, a mother, a relative, or a friend. I just want to live in safety and give birth to my child in good health. Please help me by sharing.

Plz reblog or donate

🇵🇸🌿🇵🇸

https://gofund.me/69d9ed7c

Am vetted

🇵🇸🌿🇵🇸

✅#am vetted

🟢90-ghost

🟢@gaza-evacuation-funds

🟢@bilal-salah0

🟢@dlxxv-vetted-donatios

🟢@ana-bananya

🟢@khanger

🟢@a-shade-of-blue

please share and donate if and what you can

[nebularyder]

We’ve set a small initial goal of £500, and thanks to a few kind hearts, we’ve already raised £30 — just £470 left to reach our first step!

Every little bit counts, and your help truly means the world to us ❤️

This fundraiser is verified by @bilal-salah0 and @a-shade-of-blue 🤝✅

Please, be one of the first to donate — even £10 can bring us closer to safety and hope 🏠✨

And if you can’t donate, a simple share could reach someone who can!

https://gofund.me/5cdd060e

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts 🇵🇸🍉

please share and donate if and what you can

[nebularyder]

Hi there 🌱 I hope you are doing well. My name is Naser, and I’m from Gaza. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but I wanted to share a piece of my story — because right now, it’s the only way I know to try and survive.

This war has changed everything. I lost my mother and my sister. Our home is gone. What used to be a normal life — school, family meals, laughter — has been replaced by fear, rubble, and silence.

Now, I’m displaced with my three younger brothers. I’ve become their protector, their parent, their hope. We sleep side by side and I try to make them feel safe, even when I’m scared too.

We are trying to raise funds to rebuild our lives — to find a safe place, to go back to school, to have something to believe in again. I dream of going to university. My brothers have their own dreams too — of being a doctor, an engineer, just being kids again.

If you’re able to support us by donating 💌 or even just sharing our campaign 🔁, it would truly mean the world. Every small act of kindness brings us a little closer to hope.

Visit my post

Thank you for taking the time to read this 🙏 And if you'd rather not receive messages like this, please just let me know and I won’t reach out again.

With love and resilience

please share and donate if and what you can

[nebularyder]

Hi, friend 👋

I hope you are well wherever you are, My name is Janeursural from Gaza🇵🇸, with great sadness I am reaching you today to help move my family members from Gaza to Egypt,

Death is facing us every moment😭, I have created a fundraiser to get financial help, please Donate whatever you can if it is $5,$10,$20 it will make a big difference in our journey,

Spread my story, And Reblog it will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart🙏🍉🍉🍉

reblogging the actual donation post after this. please share and donate if you can!

[mxtantrights]

famous dc! au (bruce's version)

PART ONE - untitled_script.docx / raw_sketch.jpeg

When you felt the warm sun on your eyes you didn't quite know where you were yet. Last night was intense and for almost all of it you were sober. At beginning of the party you weren't.

Last night was more of a launch for you. Your name had been whispered in these circles for months now. A couple of articles written up about you and your art. It was time to fully immerse yourself into this world.

Of course you showed up as an emerging artist with no art. What's an artist's struggle without art? Exactly. If you came with someone to hang on one of the walls you think you would have fainted from all the attention. Being there and people knowing your name was enough to tilt your world.

That's how you ended up spilling some of your drink on an unsuspecting victim. You sobered yourself up after that. Trying to get through your nerves with liquid courage wasn't going to help. You had to find other tactics.

As the night went on though you kind of forgot about your nerves. With the help of one person in particular. Now that you think about it you can't believe you're about to say his name in connection with yours. But it's the truth.

Bruce Wayne helped you last night.

And then a couple of hours after that. And a little more into the wee hours of the morning. But it was more than that-something is missing. You reach over to the other side of the bed and find it empty.

You open your eyes and the sun fully blinds you. So you turn around in bed. You're naked. That seems about right. Your eyes take focus on the other figure in bed with you. He's got his back turned to you, so all you can see are the scratches that go from his shoulders to his lower back.

A bit startled you sit up on your forearm.

The movement must be felt because all at once he's turning around and your brain doesn't have to work overtime to recognize Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne in bed with you. Bruce Wayne with nail marks down his back.

You sit there for a while. Just watching him. Your chest heaving up and down. You try to steady your breathing but you can't quite seem to catch it in the first place.

"It's impolite to stare." he says.

Your eyes widen, "You're awake?"

He opens his eyes. Bright blue staring right back at you. A shadow of a smile lines his lips. It was a stupid question but he doesn't make you feel as such for asking.

"Good morning." he says.

You pull the covers over your chest a bit more.

"Good morning." you say and clear your throat.

"Had a nice night?" he asks.

You can't help to laugh a bit, "I don't know. Jury's still out."

Bruce hummed, then he wrapped his arms around your middle, bringing you closer to his body. You instinctually wrapped your legs around his.

"Law really isn't my strong suit." he says.

"It's more of mine." a voice by the door says.

You and Bruce both look over quickly. That's right. Harvey! Now that you think about it Harvey was the one that walked you into this room last night. Somewhere after Bruce was telling joked and before the tenth person came up to introduce themselves to you, Harvey made an appearance.

With all the slyness of a fox he whisked you away from the donors eager to commission something from you. He took you far away from the crowd for about an hour. Then Bruce had joined the two of you.

You're looking at him and he's smiling right at you too. He has a tray of food in his hands. A glorious spread of breakfast foods.

"I thought you'd be off, chasing a script somewhere." Bruce says.

There's an edge to his voice now. One that wasn't there a few moments ago. You start to think it's like jealousy or something. Was Bruce jealous of Harvey?

Then your mind rattles with the fact of last night. Harvey may have dragged you off someplace, but at no point did either one of you invite Bruce. He knew just where to be and when too.

You look at Bruce and then back at Harvey. You do this a few times until the words seem to fall off your lips.

"You were looking for a third?" you ask.

Harvey lets out a guffaw from by the door. Bruce's arms which are still around you seem to go slack a bit. You don't know how that makes you fell at this very moment.

"Not in the sense that you're thinking." Harvey answers.

He walks over and sets the tray down. The orange juice and the waters shake as they settle on the side table. Harvey then climbs over you and Bruce both. His arms caging you in, but you didn't feel cage. You felt probably the most free you've felt in a while.

"we've been talking a while now about how we're missing something-someone." Bruce says.

You can feel his hand come up to brush against your cheek. You may look fine on the outside but on the inside you aren't sure any of this is real. Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent are in bed with you. Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent don't want this to be a one time thing with you.

"and you think that's me?" you whisper

"Bruce knew the moment he laid eyes on you." Harvey explained.

You don't miss how vague that is. He could have laid eyes on you at the party. Or at some earlier time, where you weren't noticing. And you don't miss how he only answered for Bruce.

You look Harvey in the eye now, "and you?"

"I knew before him." he offers.

Vague. Vague. Vague. The logical part of you is begging for more answers and more words. But the other side, the side that spent hours tangled between the sheets and these men is telling you that you don't need anything else at this moment.

You smile at him, then at Bruce. Harvey leans down and places a peck on your nose. Bruce's arms tighten around you once more.

[c-nstantine]

the himbo superman i write is like a slightly older version of the clark in my adventures of superman. cause i love himmmmmmm. like words to do not describe how much i love him.

[c-nstantine]

the himbo superman i write is like a slightly older version of the clark in my adventures of superman. cause i love himmmmmmm. like words to do not describe how much i love him.

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Tim: This is the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to me!

Y/N: Even more humiliating than the time-

Tim: Let’s not do this

[rubysunnday]

Sad Kate Sharma (4/7) requested by @simoneashwinis

[l0veyourselfirst]

“She holds moments in such a composed way. And my gosh, her eyes can tell a hundred thousand stories.” - JB

[flimflix]