i gotta finish this fucking big bang five nights at freddys fic the struggle is real
Raccommodeuse, Part 7
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(I figured out how to upload this thing to ao3 so now it is there)
It's now clear that in the show the statue isn't in that park anymore, which is actually a relief, I'm glad they don't have to see it every day. But it's such a good imagery that I ran with it, too late to back down now!
Blue is a fucking slut of a color, it gets to have the whole "opposites dynamic" not only with orange, which is, by the way, its actual chromatic opposite, but also with red AND pink. Black has white and has been the faithful opposite of white since time immemorial, but blue? Theyre a cheating bastard, who else is it going to get paired off with? Green? Fucking yellow!? And speaking of green, poor guy is sitting all there alone when red is supposed to be its opposite, but no, red only has eyes for fucking blue. They even get to claim two opposite elemnts for themselves, fire and water! Thats without mentioning all the time they play as enemies in videogame teams. Does blue do that for orange? No, they only hang out together for movie posters and otherwise blue doesnt even remember orange exists. And dont even get me started on wjatever blue has going on with pink. They like to play their little tradcon game with the genders for decades and now everything is cool because they show up on the lgbt community flags, and surprise surprise blue goes nowhere near orange in any of the flags, orange is there hanging out with pink on the lesbian flag and they dont even know, they dont even know. Aparently blue had an illegitimate child with red, yeah, violet, you can tell its illegitimate because is not even a real color, its made up. It doesnt exist.
Its sickening really.
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
All this time thinking about your Net Worth when we should be thinking about the fertile Wet Earth
if i ever tell you "i cant possibly read a book in a day!" i am LYING. i am a FUCKING LIAR. because last night i read a 50k word fanfic in three fucking hours.
EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP SCIENTISTS AT THE SCHMIDT OCEAN INSTITUTE HAVE FOOTAGE OF A LIVE COLOSSAL SQUID FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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yknow I really love that the whole point of the episode was breaking free, standing up, fighting back — and then it all ends on a line of complete obedience. all of those lessons and heartfelt moments and rising up and such, only to end with “yes, father.”
Concept Art, one might say
yes friends let us blaze the marijuana! four hundred and twenty haha