💛 hi! i'm eloise, 22 and i like the buff vampire from jojo so much that i needed a separate blog to talk about it
💛 i usually have one major romantic f/o at a time and right now it's dio brando from jjba! no sharing pls :')
💛 this is a sideblog, all interactions come from @/cchocolatine
💛 i like to interact with other people and their selfships even if we're not in the same fandom (you all are so so cute) i draw a LOT of yume so i would love to do art trades with people and stuff...
💛 carrd | in character dio blog | elodi lore post | strawpage
hello it's been a while :) i'm alive, i was in the hospital for a couple of days and i've been healing. i'm not going to be on tumblr anymore because it makes me anxious as hell, you can find me on instagram @/elo.dio if you like. thanks for reading and i'm keeping this blog as an archive
. I am a mother of 4 children, Jamil, Ahmed, Karim and Rital, all of whom are school students. We have been living in tragic circumstances for more than 10 months. I lost my job as a teacher because of the war. I owned two houses, which were partially destroyed and then burned. I lost a lot of my furniture. Because of the destruction, we were displaced to the Mawasi area of Khan Yunis. Now, I, my four children and my husband live in a tent and suffer from severe shelling, lack of food, water, health care and all the necessities of life. During this war, my children fell ill with hepatitis. We find treatment only with difficulty. Insects have multiplied in the tents, epidemics and diseases have spread, and we suffer from difficulty in obtaining the necessities of life, extreme heat in the summer and cold in the winter. In addition, the tents have become worn out and water has entered the tents, damaging everything in them, and the water has reached our clothes, in addition to the shortage of cleaning materials and their high prices. This war has cost us a lot of what we own: housing, money, friends, and health. Now all I want from you is to help me and my children rebuild our future and start a new life.
Hello, I'm Gerard from Minnesota, U.S.A. For the past few weeks I've been in … Gerard Klausen needs your support for Support Hanin's Family
When I ask you all to do everything you can, it is not a suggestion.
Nour's posts often get thousands upon thousands of notes, however somehow he hasn't received any donations in 2 whole hours and even before then only received them sparsely.
I understand that some people truly, honest to God cannot donate and to those people I hold absolutely no contempt. I myself have no bank account or job so have only been able to donate to a few USD campaigns by converting old birthday money to giftcards.
But, that's the thing, right? Not to over-inflate my own contributions, but despite my own situation I have still been able to donate to some people. So, it's clear as fucking day to me that unless ALL of your money goes to bills and food (streaming services don't count, anything recreational DOES NOT COUNT), that you are all making excuses.
Unless you meet the description I previously described, you can donate to Nour. He and his family are in constant danger of dying. They live in a squalid tent with a newborn baby which they are unequipped to take care of properly because they are suffering under a GENOCIDE. READ THE WORD. READ IT AGAIN. I would also like to add that Nour's other child is also struggling to receive basic resources. A single carton of milk is $60 USD, and diapers are $80 a box. They can barely scrape by with what little money they have.
Do not grow numb to it and do not grow complacent because millions of people, thousands upon thousands of newborn babies just like Nour and his wife's little son, they are subject to constant displacement, surrounded by bugs and disease, and are literally in danger of starving to DEATH.
You don't need to buy that new game. You don't need that new shirt. You don't need to go see that (LIKELY BDS BOYCOTTED) new movie.
Most if not all of your spending money right now should be going to help Palestinians like Nour and his family. There is no excuse. Plain and simple.
Hello, my name is Andrea Soto and I reside in Bethlehem, PA. I am org… Andrea Soto needs your support for Help Nour and his family escape fr
I have nothing else I can say to make you people finally understand the gravity of the situation.
“Hello, I am Wafa from Gaza and I would like to take just two minutes of your time … Naomi G needs your support for Support Wafa's Fight for
Asking for help is not easy, I ask for a small donation of only 20€ from each person, 20€ will save my family from death in Gaza 💔 Donate through the link in bio (gofundme) Together, we can achieve our goal within a day and provide crucial support to me and my family in Gaza. Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times your kindness is our greatest hope. We are very grateful for any assistance you can provide and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need
im making this post to draw attention to the fundraiser of @wafaaresh6. this campaign has been vetted by 90-ghost here. wafaa is also the sister of @mohiy-gaza who also has been verified and confirmed that this is her account.
wafaa graduated from university and wanted to travel, work and have a chance to do many things, but the war has devastated her plans. her families house was destroyed and they've been displaced more than 10 times since then. they have no access to food, clean water or medicine and diseases are widespread. wafaa's mother suffers from hypertension, but they cant find any medication and is her condition is getting worse. the IDF has severely restricted the amount of aid that reaches gaza, and continue to send displaced people on what are essentially death marches by shrinking and changing the "safe zones".
it is hard to state how many peoples dreams, ambitions, and lives have been destroyed or cut short in just a matter of seconds. its unconscionable that anyone should have to suffer this way. to anyone reading this– especially those reading this in the comfort of their homes, in cities that are still standing– put yourself in the shoes of people who have lost everything and consider how important and life changing these donation campaigns could be.
whatever you think you would be doing during the holocaust is what you are doing right now. i think constantly about all of the refugees whos lives were saved- against all odds- through the help of many people, often anonymous strangers. this is really important and peoples lives are at risk. so please– consider gravity of this situation and help support wafaa and her family. every donation helps
ive edited this post because wafaa's @wafaaresh6 old campaign was shut down due to financial issues with the bank and gofundme. wafaa opened a new campaign and will transfer money through her brother to avoid this issue again, but the new campaign barely has any donations so far. please donate and share, its really devastating for them to lose all the progress they made. this is the new link for the gofundme. if you go onto wafaa's blog you'll see it reposted there too
“Hello, I am Wafa from Gaza and I would like to take just two minutes of your time … Naomi G needs your support for Support Wafa's Fight for
Only $50 raised in the past 2.5 hours. Please continue helping Wafaa and her family! Having your campaign frozen is incredibly scary for families so please show the same support you showed to their original campaign
⋆₊ ♱ // taking care of you
⋆₊ ♱ // warnings: sex mention (joking context, nothing explicit), nudity/bathing
⋆₊ ♱ // word count: 898
⋆₊ ♱ // divider: sister-lucifer
mavis inspired me with something she said so whajkreha huxlotte fic be upon ye
“Oh, Hux…”
He turned to Charlotte, though his eyes remained closed as he replied.
“What? What is it?”
She reached forward to fiddle with a stick that was stuck in his curly locks, finding it tangled in a heavily knotted section.
“Your hair…” she mumbled.
Huxley seemed to become self-conscious at that and shrunk in on himself. “Oh, uh, yeah, I’ve forgotten about it for a while…”
She pulled a stray leaf out and tossed it onto the floor. “How about you let me take care of that for you?”
He opened his eyes for a brief moment, revealing his scarring as he gazed downward. “You don’t have to. It’s fine, really.”
“Let me?” She took his hand in hers to squeeze gently. “I want to take care of you.”
Her tone was sweet, words like honey when they hit his ear. He felt vulnerable, but he couldn’t refuse the offer; not when it was her, anyway.
“Fiiine,” he replied with a teasing grin. “I’ll let you.”
Charlotte helped him off the couch and led him to the bathroom, where she began to run hot water in the tub. He raised his eyebrow at the sound, one hand idly fiddling with his hoodie string.
“A whole bath?”
“It’ll help,” she replied in that same gentle tone. “I promise.”
“But I have to get naked.”
“…Hux, we’ve had sex before.”
That was different. That was making love, sharing an emotional connection, and deepening their intimacy. This was vulnerable, like offering himself up to be judged.
Could he handle it?
“It’s ready!” Charlotte called out, standing up. “Do you need help getting undressed?”
“N-No, it’s fine,” he replied, desperately trying to ignore the blush that rose to his cheeks.
Once he shed his clothes, she helped him get settled in the warm water. He let out an audible groan; perhaps this was exactly what he needed, after all.
She filled a cup with the warm water and gently began to pour it over his dark hair. A few bigger pieces of leaves fell out, dropping into the water around him with hardly a sound.
Huxley felt the water shift and scrunched up his nose. “Ew.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think that one through,” she admitted with a giggle. “I’ll run the shower when it’s time to rinse.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, lids lifting enough to see his eyes again. “You’re gonna wash me, too?”
“Well, yeah.”
She leaned over the side of the tub to nuzzle against his cheek, then planted a gentle kiss on it, even with it being wet.
“Because I love you.”
Charlotte could see him grin, and it only became more prominent as he turned his head. He reached out with a wet hand to find her face, cupping her jaw to give her a kiss of his own.
“You’re too sweet to me. I love you, too.”
She smiled against his lips before pulling away and reaching for the conditioner. Once his hair was saturated with it, she began to finger-comb all of the debris out. There were so many sticks and leaves—she wondered how he even laid his head down without pain.
For a moment, he felt like a child again, being washed after playing in the mud all day. More than that, though, it made him feel human again—like he was something real, something loved.
“I think I got it all.”
“Really? That was quick.”
“All the big stuff, anyway. I’m gonna rewash it. Stand up for me?”
He did as he was told and Charlotte shuffled around his feet, presumably gathering all the sticks and leaves to avoid clogging the tub. Once she was done and began draining the water, she took the shower head in her hand and turned it on. She tested it on her hand first, and once it reached a comfortable temperature, she began to rinse out his hair.
“You’re really doing all of this for me?” Huxley whispered suddenly. It sounded as though it still didn’t feel real to him—like this was all a dream.
“Uh-huh. I already told you. I love you.”
He processed her words, and after a pause, reached up to gently grasp her wrist and still her movements. His other hand sought out her face again, and when he found it, he cupped her cheek with a loving touch.
She gazed at him as he did so. He looked so much more fragile than usual, like a single rude word would break him to his core.
He lifted his gaze, hoping that his scarred eyes met her pink ones as he spoke.
“Please… don’t ever leave me.”
Charlotte placed her free hand over his. Her gaze softened as she stared at him, heart racing from his words.
“I would never dream of it,” she whispered gently.
Huxley hadn’t been aware that he was holding his breath, but it came out as a relieved gasp. His hand moved to the back of her head, and he leaned forward to press his forehead against hers.
“I love you, too. So damn much,” he whispered. “My pretty baby.”
She abandoned the shower head to embrace him fully, unbothered by the sound of the water hitting the tile or even her clothes becoming wet. None of that mattered. All that mattered was making him feel loved, and wiping away the tears he didn’t realize he’d shed.
in fall 2006 a P!ATD fan (kells) wrote Chuck Palahniuk a letter when she became a fan of his books after finding them through Ryan’s lyrics… and this is the bottom of the letter she got back
I’m really glad to see people are actually discovering who Max Nordau was now. You can read a copy of Degeneration online here https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/51161/pg51161-images.html
It is a horrific book which is responsible for so much bloodshed and misery but just know that every time you use the term ‘degenerate’ or ‘degeneracy’ to refer to a person or thing you don’t like you’re continuing the legacy of Max Nordau and engaging in fascist rhetoric. It is a word which has no place in the modern lexicon especially as a joke
໒꒱ imagine being in a long distance relationship with your f/o, they're in their universe and you are here. you can't text each other but, instead they communicate with you by sending signs, like when the song that reminds you of them plays on shuffle when you need them the most, or how you randomly find something in their favorite color when you are out and about, and you smile because you know that's one of their signs, or when you're looking at the sky at night and see a shooting star, you know they sent it just for you.
໒꒱ i just hope they know that you are thinking about them just the same, when the breeze tenderly caress their face in a moment of frustration or in moments when they need you and are silently praying to the universe that you are fine and protected, and thinking of them, just as much as they're thinking of you.
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