In the town of Sleepy Hollow, the two most desired ladies are Katrina and Sue. Despite relishing in the attention from their admirers, neither have committed to marriage, seemingly preferring one another's company to that of a husband.
One Halloween night, Sue witnesses Katrina receiving unwanted attention from an overly persistent Ichabod Crane. Inspired by a story told by Brom Bones, Sue comes up with a plan to get rid of the school teacher for good.
Once the deed is done, Sue returns home to assure Katrina that Ichabod won't bother her ever again.
hi this is a caption grabbed from tiktok and a message from discord kinda smashed together that explains this whole thing so there is context missing but not to the story only to the location of posting! enjoy the edit and please read if you want! also i use prilla and colette’s names interchangeably because they are the same person i’m sorry if that’s annoying🌷 || i said i would explain the cinderella and belle tether eventually and this sort of touches on that? prilla’s fleeing from a hawk and claps, using her power and traveling to the mainland. she meets prince charming’s mother when they’re young, and they grow up together. she’s not around enough belief or pixie dust when she’s there and eventually she turns into a human as she grows. she landed in france as prilla, and died a human, colette, not long after she had belle. her and the prince’s mother found lost things together when prilla was homesick. they found a music box that prilla kept. princess charming became queen and prilla/colette went to study abroad. after she met maurice and had belle they fell into debt and she got sick. eventually after she died he had to sell the music box. prince charming saw it one day in a marketplace and bought it back, remembering his mother telling him about prilla. he has the piece repainted to fit the colors of belle’s kingdom and what he thinks she’d like better when he learns she’s married a prince, and he gives it to her on her wedding day. whoa that’s a lot good on you if you read it! enjoy :3 i thought this was really cool considering belle mentions cinderella directly in a sequel, like she doesn’t know they’re “related” but she grew up hearing their successful love story and then she has her own 🩵🙂↕️
ermmm i found a really cool oc rp app and i’m on there posting as my ocs if anyone wants to join me and try it!! it won’t let me link it but it’s called the oc social network!
💔🇵🇸 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 )✅️
We need your help, the situation is unsuitable and dangerous, we need your help, you are our last hope... Food, clothes, milk, and everything else has become expensive, and we are in the holy month of Ramadan...😭😔🤲
We want food to eat after fasting for 15 hours, nothing is like before... The prices are very expensive...😞
The elderly, our children, us... we all need food, drink, medicine, milk and winter clothes... We live in tents that do not protect us from the cold of winter. 🥶
Please help us... Any donation will save our lives and the lives of our children.🙏😭👶
Campaign Link ⬇️⬇️⬇️
Hello, I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband Mohammed is 30 years old, we got married in 2022 in a beautiful, warm and quiet
🚨‼️The crossings have been closed for more than two months, with no food.‼️🚨
The situation is very dangerous.😭 We are on the verge of death, from hunger on one hand and from bombing on the other. Please help us and donate so we can buy food. Every donation will save our lives and keep us alive.🙏🫂
Words are no longer enough to capture the tragedy my family and I endure.
Our greatest hope now is simply to have a little food to keep us alive.
Imagine living under our conditions , unable to feed your loved ones. The reality is far heavier than it sounds.
Please, do not grow weary of standing with us. Support us as you can , with donations here, and with your voices by sharing and engaging.
From the depths of our hearts, we thank every single person who has felt our pain, thought of us, or extended a helping hand.
vetted by @gazavetters (line #658) vetted by @nabulsi (here) , and shared by @90-ghost (here)
It’s heartbreaking to think of a whole family being driven out of their city under constant airstrikes, gunfire, and the fear of bombs. Ahmed and his family have endured unimaginable hardship since the war started. Please stand with them
your support and donation can make a difference.
Please don’t stop supporting Ahmed and his family.
Each day they wake up with the fear of not surviving, yet your kindness gives them a lifeline. Your donations help them keep a roof over their heads, food on their table, and the basic supplies they cannot live without.
Hello everyone
My name is Ahmed I'm from Gaza, i am engineer I created this li… Alaa kh needs your support for Help Ahmed family to trav
Every day that passes becomes more dangerous for us. Time is running out _ please, do not ignore us. Donate to us and share our plea with your audience.
Your donation could save us from death—please, think about that
I’ve told you again and again , we are in desperate need of help.
Why does everyone keep ignoring me?
What more must I do for you to feel our pain?
Tell me… what must I do for you to see us?
We desperately need your help , please don’t leave us alone, you are our hope.
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next
There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
hihi! more stuffs! the green text is referring to sue, the redhead, who is from melody time, and the pink text is katrina, the blonde, from sleepy hollow. the rest of the colors on the words are flags, including the straight one to fit the point
Words are no longer enough to capture the tragedy my family and I endure.
Our greatest hope now is simply to have a little food to keep us alive.
Imagine living under our conditions , unable to feed your loved ones. The reality is far heavier than it sounds.
Please, do not grow weary of standing with us. Support us as you can , with donations here, and with your voices by sharing and engaging.
From the depths of our hearts, we thank every single person who has felt our pain, thought of us, or extended a helping hand.
vetted by @gazavetters (line #658) vetted by @nabulsi (here) , and shared by @90-ghost (here)
It’s heartbreaking to think of a whole family being driven out of their city under constant airstrikes, gunfire, and the fear of bombs. Ahmed and his family have endured unimaginable hardship since the war started. Please stand with them
your support and donation can make a difference.
Please don’t stop supporting Ahmed and his family.
Each day they wake up with the fear of not surviving, yet your kindness gives them a lifeline. Your donations help them keep a roof over their heads, food on their table, and the basic supplies they cannot live without.
Hello everyone
My name is Ahmed I'm from Gaza, i am engineer I created this li… Alaa kh needs your support for Help Ahmed family to trav
Every day that passes becomes more dangerous for us. Time is running out _ please, do not ignore us. Donate to us and share our plea with your audience.
Your donation could save us from death—please, think about that
Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began.
I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.
Then the war came.
And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home.
25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.
We were displaced twice after that.
Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter.
There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.
But she came into the world quietly and beautifully.
And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks:
life that still wanted to grow.
Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.
We don’t know what comes next.
There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.
🧡 How You Can Help
This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival.
To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
If you can spare anything, it will help us:
Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal
Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none
My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account.
Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza.
The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 195 shekels (July 2025) — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.
🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me
I want to share more than my need.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war.
They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.
They may not be perfect, but they hold something real:
my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you.
If you can give — thank you.
And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.
I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.
🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness.
💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed.
@nasr-daher
Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨
all of my eight followers RUN dont walk to go reblog
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. ✨
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Thank you for taking a moment to listen. 🙏
theres this and one more ive gotten! please do what you can!
