Happy Birthday To All Of My Leap Year Babies! You’ve Waited 4 Years For This, So Enjoy It!

Boosting to help get this in someone’s home page

Hello everyone🙏🏻

I am Ahmed from Gaza, I am 26 years old. I live in the Gaza Strip with my family of 9 members. I used this application to help me convey my voice and my suffering inside the sector. We are living in a state of war. Our life was very wonderful until the war came. 70 people were killed from my family members. We displaced several times until we no longer know where my family is heading. Most of them are scattered. We no longer know where we would sleep. We woke up from sleep to run away. There is no food or even clean water. We suffer from war, hunger and fear. Samer to you. Everything we have been through to see a part of the suffering.

On the tenth day of November, while my father was practicing his work as an ambulance officer in helping and evacuating the injured, he was directly targeted. This led to an amputation of his foot. My father was no longer able to complete his life normally. My father was no longer able to walk again. My father no longer practices his work as before. My father's future ended in parts of the second. We were crying every day and every hour on my father and his very difficult condition. My father suffered for more than 3 months in intensive care, and he is urgent for the need to travel outside Gaza.😔💔

Then exactly a month later, my family was evacuated and evacuated from the house and the house was destroyed 😔 Let's go back to the area where we used to live to see this ruin and a hurricane had risen in the area. We did not know where our house is not even where the memories we lived in it. The years of life went in the blink of an eye. We do not live in a house anymore💔

Hence, the suffering started inside the tents. We freeze from the cold literally in the winter and feel very hot in the summer. There is no water or clean food. We no longer have anything. Our children feel very cold and my mother used to cry every day because of this. We hated winter because of the tents.

Here on 2/11, I was injured by parts of the rocket that was near the tent and I was injured. I suffered a lot. Do you imagine that the wound was swirked without our painkillers? I hope to stay away with my family from all this destruction and ruin. I wish you and from merciful hearts to help me as much as possible, and please pray for us،،

The campaign was documented by:d by:my family survive the war, this is the link of donations and God bless you🇵🇸🫶🙏🏻

gofundme.com

Donate to Please help Ahmed pay for medical treatment for his family, organized by Imane Beloual

Note from Ahmed Hello, I am Ahmed from Gaza, my father wa… Imane Beloual needs your support for Please help Ahmed pay for medical treatm

The campaign was documented by: @bilal-salah0

here

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #427)✅️

Reposting this simply to save it since it’s so adorable and I love it 😻

It was an average Monday morning when you, Nanami Kento's wife, were turned into a cat.

"An unusual Curse," Shoko had said, "not longer than a week, surely--"

"Not--not longer than a week?!" Kento spluttered, his glasses lopsided, and, dangled in front of him beneath the arms (legs-- legs, he reminded himself)...you.

You, with two pointed ears, a long whippy tail, your many toe-beans and a perturbed little head-tilt. On the doctors' office couch, a neatly folded (if a little furry) pile of your clothes.

"Meow," you had said.

"Don't 'meow' me," Kento spluttered again, fixing you with a stern look that barely overlaid his concern. You simply stared up at him, long, and feline, and unblinking...and reached out one little paw, pressing it onto the end of his nose.

Kento sighed; a bone-deep, weary sigh. Shoko put out her cigarette, speaking through a haze of smoke.

"Like I said. Give it a week, and Mrs.Nyanyami will be back to nor--"

"What did you just call her?'

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

Mrs.Nyanyami, the cat formerly known as Nanami Kento's wife, wanted for nothing.

"I think that tuna's more expensive than anything I've ever eaten," whispered Yuuji to Gojo. On the other side of the conference room, you sat upon the desk before Kento, waiting patiently for the next lump of tuna (meticulously cut into cat-appropriate cubes) to be delivered in his chopsticks.

As Kento's hand approached, you held it close with paw and claws, to steal the pink fish from him. He looked like a surgeon performing heart surgery.

"I just...dont know how he can look so serious while he's doing that," Gojo whispered back, to Yuuji's frantic nods. Still, they watched this freakish nature documentary with quiet obsession.

A higher-up sat down beside Kento, waiting for the meeting to begin. Jolting back, and grumbling, he did a double take.

"Young man-- you can't bring a cat to a Sorcerer's meeting--"

"That's not a cat," Kento snapped, frosty, "that's my wife."

And so began the rumour amongst the higher-ups, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

"You should leave her at home--"

"--absolutely not--"

"--really, Nanami...just put the television on, she'll be fine--"

"--unequivocally, no--"

"--why not?!"

Silence. An awkward shuffle on Kento's thick chest. You peeked your head out of the pocket of the cat-carrying hoodie that Kento wore over his shirt and tie, and turned to Gojo with narrowed eyes.

"Meow," you had said, batting at Kento's strings, and hooking his tie out with your paw, to kick it to death with your legs.

"I agree," said Kento, whispering and scratching you beneath the chin until you purred, "he's wrong, isn't he? Stupid Gojo. You'd get lonely. You'd get bored. Yes you would..."

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

"Oh my god...he's gorgeous...you should get his number--"

"--I'm not brave enough...you go. I'll get our coffees."

"--okay, okay..." The woman cleared her throat, sweeping her hair behind one ear with her best smile. Kento looked up from his coffee, with one finely raised eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" He lied, unwilling to help anyone at all before he'd finished his croissant.

"Hi, yeah, I just...can't help but notice you're sitting alone, and my friend-- well she-- she just wondered if she can have your number, and--"

The woman broke off into shrieks. Climbing up her leg, all claws and furry vengeance, was you. She shook her leg, shrieking. You hissed. Your cup of steamed milk clattered over the table, slopping everywhere.

"--o-oh my god-- oh my god, what the hell is this cat doi--"

"I'm sorry," Kento sighed, not sorry at all and dabbing his mouth with a napkin and doing absolutely nothing to help, "it's my cat. She doesn't like company--"

Hisses. Claws. Dirty feral yowls.

"Get this fucking thing off me--"

"I can't take you anywhere. No more steamed milk for you."

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

At times, you seemed so human. At others, undeniably cat.

Kento would wake to clattering from the kitchen, bleary and feeling around for you, only to remember, and trace his hand up to the furry, round little patch you'd leave behind on your pillow. He allowed himself just a moment of misery, before getting up.

He followed the sounds of cups and kettle and coffee machine, and leaned against the doorway with sleep-mussed hair and a squinting, teenagerish glare.

You were up on the counter, all four paws and determination. You had gotten as far as switching the kettle and coffee machine on, and heaving the cupboard open with your tiny limbs. Kento watched as you tipped your head sideways, managing to drag two mugs out in your teeth. He winced as they almost smashed upon the counter.

"Come on," Kento rumbled, his voice rusty with sleep, "let me do that."

You meowed at him, batting at the air with one angry paw when he stepped closer. Kento huffed, raising his hands in surrender.

"Fine," he tutted, "but I'll pour the water."

"Meow."

"Why? Because you don't have opposable thumbs, darling."

The fur stood up along your spine. You turned around, and around, in a circle, then sat upright. You turned your back on him while you waited for the kettle to boil. Your tail flicked from side to side, irritable. Kento waited, too, reaching out one hand to stroke your ears.

You nudged your back paw out, and pushed his mug off the side to smash on the floor.

Silence.

"...what is wrong with y--"

"Meow."

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

Skitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

Kento groaned, rubbing down his face. He checked the clock, frog-blinking; two in the morning. He groaned harder.

Skitterskitterskitter.

Thunk.

More distant meows.

"Please just come back to bed," Kento moaned into the hands pressed over his face.

SkitterskitterskitterSKITTERSKITTER-- rustlllleerussstle--

Directly over his face.

"Meow--"

"I am begging you--"

RustlerustleTHNKskitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

"I miss you."

You raised your head to look at him. Your purring hitched. Your ears tilted.

Kento had murmured, his low voice barely audible. The only light in the living room was the ever-changing light of the television screen. Laid on his back on the sofa, with you curled on his chest, Kento stroked down your back with longing.

You crept up his chest, pressing your cold wet nose to his, and purred. Nose to nose, and cross-eyed, Kento could have cried.

"I really miss you," he repeated, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Your claws dug into his chest, just a little. You rub, rub, rubbed your warm furry head along his jaw until he sniffled, and gave a choked little chuckle.

He fell asleep with you on his chest that night. In so many ways, it was familiar; home. In so many others, you were gone forever.

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

"Meow."

Kento shuffled. His chest felt heavy...warm. His belly felt warm, too. And his lap, and--

Kento's eyes shot open, his head lifting up from the couch.

You bit your lip, naked on top of him, and smiling. Human. An angel.

"Oh, my love," Kento moaned, crushing you to him in a bear hug from shoulder to toes, "you're back-- I missed you, I was so worrie--"

You batted an arm out, swiping last night's wine glass from the coffee table beside you, to shatter on the floor.

Silence. Kento blinked slowly, looking from the wine glass, to you. You felt your cheeks grow hot, swallowing hard.

"God, I...sorry, Kento. Force-- force of habit--"

Honestly

Imagine living somewhere for your whole life, or heck, living somewhere for more than 4 years. You live in the same house your whole childhood, grow up with the same group of people that followed you through one (1) elementary school, middle school and high school and have a child hood best friend??? Like what the fuck? People live like this?? Wowowowowow- My military brat brain canNOT comprehend

Brother with Cerebral Palsy and Mental Health Challenges Living In A Shelter After Being Illegally Evicted and Assaulted By His Landlord

Hi everyone. I am making this post again in a last ditch effort to get the support my brother so desperately needs. On approximately Nov. 27th, 2024, my brother was illegally evicted (without proper notices) for the landlord to move in a family member. When my brother started asking questions, the landlord forcibly removed him from the premises.

As it stands right now, disability is refusing to pay first and lasts on a new apartment because it hasnt been a year since he received it to move into the residence in question. This eviction has taken a toll on my brothers mental health. He has schizophrenia and severe anxiety and functions at a 10th grade level. My mom nor I can take him in because we live in rent geared to income housing and theyre extremely strict about having no more tenants than those stipulated on the lease.'

He's living in a shelter and desperately needs support to get out of there. we need first and lasts on a new place and money to get him started. Heres moms PayPal, click here to donate. Shares are so appreciated, thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

This is beautiful and haunting at the same time

Bela Lugosi about his female fans 

My prophecy is that Becky and Damian will bond over being tired of Anya's bs

If Steve Rogers was around today he would absolutely be against the overturning of Roe v. Wade. And you know some anti-abortion douche would try to use him as propaganda and he would go down there and fight them himself.

Absolutely the animation is 5 stars the characters are just 👌🏻 and how they portray everything is amazing

to my fellow fans of animation and film in general: please please please, see puss in boots: the last wish in theatres if you get the chance. i mean it. it has no right being as good as it is and i’m very sad that there’s so little talk about it here on tumblr. i enjoyed every single character; they all serve a narrative purpose and everyone’s arcs are meaningful, including the worst of the villains. the worldbuilding & how the narrative plays with classic fairytale lore is extremely fun — a loving callback to early shrek that still feels like its own thing. the character designs are excellent. the animation is spider-verse levels of insane, with several transitionary moments that had my jaw on the floor. the music is beautiful. i was shocked by how just how dark the movie was willing to get at times, too; dealing with themes like death, mortality, animal / child abuse, commitment issues, and toxic masculinity. there’s a depiction of a panic attack that hit so close to home for me i was almost in tears, especially how they chose to resolve it. it was very touching and true to real life, which isn’t something you’d expect from a fantastical cartoon.

in an industry that’s being dominated by disney, we need to support films like this now more than ever or we’re not going to have many more of them. give it a shot if you can — i promise you won’t regret it.

Unpopular opinion,

Too many men are written as “dom daddy” types in fics.

Like be for real, that man would be honored to be your floor mat.

He’s not giving orders, he’s taking them.

Stop being afraid, put on your big boots, and step on that man.

There are very few exceptions, like that soldier poet king song or certain gospel songs. I like Christmas music if that counts but majority of the ones I like have nothing to do with actual Christianity and are just about Santa Clause.

Do you think most or all Christian music is bad?