Watching the world go to shit, women losing rights, climate changing and so much more while you cannot do anything because you are a minor without a job and no way to speak up, no way to make change, no way to do anything is fucking horrible. I want to help, I want change, I want things to equal but I can’t do shit because no one will listen to me! They say the this next generation has to make change but how can we do that if you don’t let us?? How are things supposed to change, how are we supposed to fix YOUR mess if you won’t let us talk, if you bully us when we try how are we supposed to fix things?
Hi, I'm Raven, and I'm running this campaign on behalf of my friend Ayoush. Any money raised will go to her in full. Please note the campaig
Hello my friends, I will always be grateful for your support, but Tumblr deleted my main account and I honestly do not know why.The truth is that I have no source of income and no stable way to survive. I urgently need your help.
Everything here has become extremely expensive, and the war has never truly stopped. Every moment, every day, and every night, there are more martyrs and more rising prices.
I truly need your support. Even if you cannot donate, please at least share and support my campaign. And if you are able to help, even a small donation like $15 can make a difference for me.
So any donation or contribution you make will help me buy basic living necessities and at least provide simple crochet supplies so I can continue making and selling my work to earn some money.I am only trying to provide food, water, and the most basic crochet tools — just the essential things.
Please try to support me.
And these are some of the crochet pieces I have made recently.
Okay so you guys know that cat snake tumblr put, so I’ve been playing like for 3 days and it’s 3:26am rn and BROTHA what do youuu meannnn this is the furthest I got
😭😭😭😭 why is this so hard for me I know my hand eye coordination is shit but damn!
I saw a pigeon tdy tho so like I guess that’s makes me feel better
It’s so cute bro I love pigeons, I want one so bad 🩷🩷🩷
The only light that illuminated the room was the small lamp by Riddle’s bedside. A small—almost inaudible—groan slipped past his lips, a hand moving to reach out to his side. And as he expected—uhm… The space was… Empty? How odd… He could feel the sheets crumpled underneath his skin. Wait—his eyes widened, realization slowly setting in.
…You weren’t there.
You weren’t by his side.
He shot up out of bed—his eyes adjusting to the darkness in the room, trying to find you, as if hoping you were just sitting on the desk. Or maybe the floor—something he still couldn’t wrap his head around, why did you like sitting (even lying) on the floor, okay he’s getting out of track.
Right. You.
…He turned his head, eyeing the small plush sitting on your bed, okay… He thought of every possibility—coming to one conclusion: You were in the bathroom.
How was he so sure? Well—for starters, you’d never leave your… Beloved plushie, unless you were to head to the bathroom. m
Seeing it sitting on the bed—staring up at him, put a sense of ease in him.
He rubbed his eyes, a small sigh slipping past his lips before grabbing the book by his nightstand—he made himself comfortable, sitting upright with his back to his (now resting on the headrest) pillow. He opened the page he was last on before reading the contents. He figured if he was going to wait for you—he might as well finish the rest of the pages of the chapter he was on.
…That was—if he succeeded.
You came back to the room, after traversing the multiple stairways in Heartslabyul—how did the students not get lost? It was crazy how many twists and turns you had to… Wait—shouldn’t you have memorized the paths by now? You are Heartslabyul’s housewarden’s partner. Nevermind—.
Slipping into the room, as quietly as you could—cringing as the door creaked open, you let out a sigh as you stepped foot inside, closing the door behind you—quietly… Quietly… “Shut. Up!” Damn. Okay.
You sighed as you walked back to the bed, only to stop when you noticed Riddle sitting up, his eyes were closed—the book he had been previously reading resting open on his chest.
…Isn’t that so cute? He was waiting for you! But it seemed he forgot to account for his own weariness taking over…
A small chuckle slipped past your lips as you walked by his side, grabbing the book—putting the bookmark over the page and placing it (after closing the book) on his bedside table. Figuring he’d probably feel stiff from falling asleep sitting up, you gently guided his head and body to lie down, slipping the pillow under his head, before you slipped back into your side of the bed, putting the plushie by your side before letting sleep overtake you.
Good night, Riddle and You ♪
ᰔ ) Leona Kingscholar
The air was… Surprisingly cool, if only the morning air was too. Anyways…
…Shuffle shuffle.
What the… What was that noise? What time was it? Leona was—briefly—irritated for a moment, his ears flicking once, but he thought nothing of the noise. Maybe it was just an animal—or the air picking up and rustling the bushes outside.
Shuffle shuffle.
With a harsh grumble, half-asleep, half-aware of his surroundings, his ears twitched once… Twice… Thrice… Okay—I’ll get on with it. That shuffling, was coming from… The other side of the bed?
You tried your best to make the least amount of noise you possibly could, cringing at the sound of the harsh grumble—but seeing as he didn’t move, you let out a sigh of relief, he wasn’t awake yet.
Moving your leg over the bed, you hoisted yourself up—”Ack—!” You yelped, shivers running up your spine as something—someone grabbed your wrist, turning your head to the side… You see Leona glaring at you, sleep still evident in his eyes.
“Where are you heading off to?” He grumbled, his hand reaching up to run through his tangled hair. “Tt. Sun isn’t up yet.”
“...I need to go to the bathroom,”
“Should’ve just said that instead of makin’ so much noise.”
You swore you could feel a vain popping, before you looked down—realizing his hand having left your wrist already.
“So? Go.”
Geez… Bossy much? How do you deal with him… And he’s asleep already, his back turned to you as you got up and left the room.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The clock was ticking—an irritating noise. If Leona was still awake, he might’ve had a mind to throw that thing across the room with how it was irritating his sleep. Thankfully, he was asleep.
Creakkkk…
The door opened with a creak that made you cringe, the lights from the lanterns posted outside creeping in through the door as you walked in, finding Leona still fast asleep—just as he was when you left the room—before slipping back by his side. A small smile plastered on your face when you slipped into the blankets, your back facing him. Your eyelids get heavier as sleep calls out to you.
…Shuffle shuffle.
…Leona wasn’t asleep, he rolled back to the side, tail tucked between your thighs, his hand moving to your cheek. “Tt.” He grumbled, pulling you into his side before falling asleep, curled up into you.
Aw… Good night you two ♪
ᰔ ) Azul Ashengrotto
“...Mmn,” a soft groan slipped past his lips—his arm moving over his face as his [other] hand moved to grab your side of the bed.
…Huh, odd. Was his bed always this empty?
…Wait.
Shooting up, Azul’s eyes widened as he looked around the room. The bed—it was empty, apart from him that is, a–anyways… You weren’t there.
Where were you? Panic slowly quickly settled into the pit of his stomach, his breathing having quickened as he grabbed his glasses and put them on, turning on the lamps by the bed.
No. You wouldn’t have left so suddenly—right? …Right?
No, that’s right! He thought of everything—anything he could’ve done that would’ve possibly made you upset. you both never went to bed upset or angry at each other. Right… Right. Nothing bad—no arguments, no tears, no nothing.
You… You probably went to the bathroom—or to get water. Yeah! That’s it…
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Azul swore he was going insane, his back to the bed frame, he let out a shaky breath, his hand running through his hair as he looked at the clock. Azul knows you’d never leave him, but… There’s this part of him that fully believes that—ah?
Creaaakkk…
The door creaked open, a figure—slowly—entering, trying to make the least amount of noise possible.
“Ack! Azul!” You yelped—surprised to see Azul sitting up, awake, when he should’ve been sleeping… When he should be resting for an early morning at the Lounge.
“Crap—you scared me, why are you awake? Oh! Did I wake you?”
“...No, you didn’t. I just… Couldn’t sleep.” He answered, his fingers moving to push up his glasses as he looked at you. As if waiting for an explanation… “Ah—I had to use the bathroom,” you chuckled—not noticing the slight sigh of relief that escaped him as he set his glasses back down.
“Ahem. I see,”
He waited until you settled back into bed, cozying up against the blankets—you let out an amused huff when he settled into your arms. That’s right. Your arms, not the other way around.
You let out a sigh as you saw the crease of his brows relax, your fingers moving to brush his hair back away from his face, threading gently through his hair. Maybe you should’ve said something—knowing his anxious attachment issues—but, how could you have when he looked so peaceful sleeping?
Well… Doesn’t matter now.
Good night to the both of you ♪
＞ ◞ ◞ ⟡ ◞ ◞ ＜
reblogs and likes are heavily appreciated !
i haven't been writing much... i know. i lowk went through a few things but i'm much better now, and hopefully i can be more productive :3
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #682 )✅️
I am Mohammed from Gaza, 28 years old, and I live with my father and bro… Rachel Cañas needs your support for A Family's Plea for Survival a
I am Mohammed from Gaza, 28 years old, and I live with my father and brothers. We all used to live a peaceful life together in our home. As you can see, this was our home before it was completely destroyed. It was our home, but now it is in ruins.
We worked 24/7 to rebuild our home, but now, after all these years of hard work, we have lost everything and have become homeless and displaced.
As for our work and our business, my brother and I had a university cafeteria, and we had a dream of being able to provide the best food to the students in our city.
At Al-Aqsa University, we worked together hand in hand to make this possible, and just as it was starting to happen, a war broke out and shattered all our dreams. We woke up to the nightmare of war, seeing the university destroyed. At that moment, we were desperate, helpless, and lost.
Not just our home and our workplace. But can you imagine the moment you see the last thing you owned destroyed, ruined, and shattered? So, for God's sake, you are the only ones who can help us rebuild our shattered lives. I would be very grateful for your kindness and support.
My name is Hoda from Gaza, I am 14 years old. My childhood in Gaza has been a huge burden on me. I grew up before I even knew what childhood was! The occupation destroyed our home, killed my father and mother, and my younger siblings and I became homeless. 💔 I became the sole breadwinner for my siblings. My four siblings and I were displaced in northern Gaza from Shujaiya to the beach area. We now live in a dilapidated tent. I don't know how to bring food or milk for us because of the lack of money and high prices. I am the one who fills water for them and brings medicine, and all the responsibilities are on me alone! I have grown old from exhaustion and I don't know the taste of life. Unfortunately, we are living the worst pictures of life now. 💔 I hope that those who know the meaning of humanity in this world will feel for us and help us by donating and making my voice heard. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who supports us in these difficult circumstances. 🙏❤️
I feel that there is still hope in this world to help us. Thank you to every person who feels for us. Donate through this link of ours👇. May God bless you ❤️🇵🇸
My name is Hoda from Gaza, I am 14 years old. My childhood in Gaza has been a huge burden on me. I grew up before I even knew what childhood
💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war.
Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams.
I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came…
Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed.
My brother was killed.
Children in my family were taken by the bombs.
My home was destroyed.
And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born.
A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war.
She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.
Today, I’m a father with almost nothing…
Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800.
There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference.
It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace.
Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #537 )✅️
snowghoul
pixelskylines
kianamaiart
theartofmadeline
prguitarman
discoholicmusic
yousharknotpass
