TW // Tommy death, hinted suicide
The first time he hurt himself was when he was only six years old. He doesn’t really remember it, and only knows it through tales that his family would recite to him and the etched scars across his body. They have forgotten now, as they have many other things.
They told him that it was a rainy day, or, that was how it was told most of the time. The grass was wet and slippery and he’d fallen prey to it, after having snuck away from the family.
One wrong step; he tripped; he fell; and he could’ve very much died there, if they weren't already on the search for him already.
The horror didn’t really come to him. Not really, when he barely remembers it having happened himself, and he might’ve regarded it as a false memory if the scars didn’t exist as witness.
Though, thinking about it now, blood cold on his back and head barely functioning, with only the sound of the ocean in the distance, solitude, alone, he feels that maybe he hadn’t forgotten the horror, per se, but that the horror hadn’t existed in the first place.
Give me your attention, please ✋
I was a successful person in my life; I have always been proud of myself, and my family was proud of me too. I had a life, dreams, and ambitions that I was striving for. My life was full of lectures, volunteering, teaching students, and adventures, but for more than 389 days, all of this stopped completely! Can you feel my broken heart? Can you imagine how I feel at this moment? Tell me what I can write for you to feel me and offer help to me and my family by donating and sharing?!
Hello, I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science - Al-Azhar University in G@za P@lestine. I truly appreciate you taking a moment to read my story. As you reading my message, myself and my family, “my mother, father, three sisters, and my little brother,” are trying to survive under all kinds of suffering including but not limited to fear, instability, and starvation, thirst, and poverty in northern G@za.
After the prices went up so crazy, I created this campaign to help my family provide food, drink and essential needs. I know for sure that you can't help all families that want your help but at least you can help those who come across your life.
I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us.
And yes, even the smallest amount can help because it's all about a collection of these small amounts until we reach our final goal and be able to rebuild our lives.
I am the eldest daughter who has to help herself and her family, but of course I will not be able to do it alone. Will you help me with that?!
Thank you for standing by me. ❤️
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why are people making angsty c!tommy headcanons about c!wilbur smoking when instead you can imagine the numerous ridiculous things that tommy must have done to get wilbur to stop
wilbur, walking in: hi t-
tommy, who has covered the place in ‘No Smoking Signs’: hi wilbur (:
one day wilbur goes to grab a cigarette and instead finds a bunch of lollipops. he goes to grab some others and finds a 64 pack of crayola crayons. tommy has replaced all of the ones he has with increasingly ridiculous items. at one point wilbur goes to grab a cigarette and instead finds an entire rubber goose.
at one point after wilbur’s revival tommy bribes everyone into putting up ‘No Smoking’ signs with anti-smoking hotlines on them
wilbur, trying to talk to techno: oh hi t- what’s that
techno, who owns like 4 of them because phil is old and he isn’t taking risks: addiction is a disease wilbur
we moved in with a friend because he made the mistake of buying a house when he didn't have the means to and needed help paying for bills, and we needed to move into a place that let us live in more than just a single room.
now we're constantly harassed by his parents because they think he shouldn't have let us move in and should have let someone of their own choosing move in. they go through our stuff, and weekly visits to "clean" because they think we're all incompetent and dig their noses into places they shouldn't be. Just today they introduced new potential housemates without warning or any communication, and just before that they stormed our storage room and began organizing and cleaning it without asking or warning. We cannot go back to being shoved into a single room again.
With the upcoming political climate, living as a afab trans POC (and native, at that) in a red state like South Carolina is going to be insanely dangerous. I've already been preached to, I've already been harassed at work, and it's dangerous for us to even live in the area we do, since the further from downtown you are, the more red it gets. and we're at the edge of the county.
I know there's a lot of GFMs going around right now, but we aren't in a safe spot, and we have friends in northeast that might help us. We just don't have the means to get there.
If you can, please help us move up north, if you'd like to help us pay bills for the time being, or if you'd like some commissions from my amazing wife ( @parememi ).
veiled in the wilds
flavourful illustration of Lotte with her cloak that lets her shapeshift into animals.
Hello my supporting friends
I would extend my deepest gratitude and thanks for being supporters of people who are in dire and bad need due to the shortage of all living necessities. 😥😥😥
My family has been undergoing all forms of humiliation and oppression for almost ten months . Being jobless, my father is suffering much because lots of our basic living necessities can't be attained. 😢😢😢
Living circumstances are getting harder and harder, and this makes our daily life tragic and disastrous. Getting the basic needs has become our biggest challenges, leaving behind our dreams and aspiration. Our daily sufferings have become too great for us to bear. ,😥😥😥
A photo taken for the same girl before the war and nowadays.🤯🤯🤯
A photo of our beautiful house taken after the invasion of our neighborhood. Much destruction and rubbel have taken place. Nothing has been left for us to live in. Our belongings and possessions were completely destroyed😥😥😥
The life inside the tents under the hot weather is another tragedy. Such a life of sufferings and hardships is adding to our pain and sorrow. But with your support and standing by us, you have been lessening our loads lifted on our shoulders. So please keep helping us by donating whatever you can, sharing as much as you can and reposting messages to help get the campaign promoted.
Even with a ceasefire, the lives of Gazans have been destroyed. Here are dolls made by Safaa, who used to support her family with a crochet business before losing her home in an airstrike:
Her parents both have diabetes and have not been able to access treatment since October 2023. Her father also lost an eye in an attack.
Please support her and her parents in rebuilding their home and the crochet business
they shadowbanned alaa again. this is at least the tenth time this has happened. tumblr doesn't respond her to her appeals and deletes her accounts. this is fucking vile. keep donating to her fundraiser. [verified]
Hello, I am Tareq from Gaza Iam trying save my famliy from the genocide happening here. I ask for your help in spreading my story and donating if you can contribute anything, no matter how small.Please don,t forget to sharethe latest post from my page and follow my account to help spread the story to the world. Thank you.
htps://gofund.me/481656bc
—From July 29 2021
“Here lies the memories and ashes of children long gone” A passage from a book torn to fibers in the second explosion. L’manburg was gone and where it once stood was a crater that allowed bedrock to kiss sky, and for the sky to kiss bedrock. The people in charge of this were still not caught, and yet the people who were supposed to bring a change to this touched not a thing of the case. The files lay on their desks alone, dust settling thick akin to soot on the site. Things were supposed to change, but they didn’t. Snowchester was a lonely place. It was isolated by the design, surrounded only by the snow and sea, the closest major structure Pandora’s Vault, a top-security prison across a great lake. It was home to military testing sites and acres of warehouses, and the only people you saw walking around in broad daylight were factory workers. Even in the smaller communities company was hard to come by, and very rarely did the families end up staying, fleeing the second they had the chance. Snowchester was a lonely place, but it was still a place. A place where people lived. People whom no one else would care about. But Snowchester wasn’t seen home to a lot of great people. From here hailed the greatest criminal masterminds and villains the world had known, not renowned doctors or academics. Snowchester was a place where people lived. They already had doctors, and teachers, and academics. No one went out of their way to become them. Snowchester was a place where people lived, but Snowchester wasn’t a place where people lived.
There are moments when we have real fun because, just for the moment, we don't think about things and then--we remember--and the remembering is worse than thinking of it all the time would have been.
L.M. Montgomery, Rilla of Ingleside
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