All of you here on Tumblr, don’t ignore this before you do something. How long will you remain silent? ✊🏽 While we die before your eyes? Have you experienced losing your health? Have you experienced losing your feet? Have you experienced losing your family? Have you experienced your children dying of hunger and thirst? Have you experienced losing your friends? Think carefully, move your hearts. This is enough—our hearts are crying. No to silence. (Engage here, click on the heart) Donate here 🍁 I depend on your donations to live, me and my family.
Thinking about Pup regressor Graves who loves to nuzzle into someone's leg or knee for affection. He's not much for cuddling on someone's lap, more comfortable kneeling on the floor contently resting his head.
He loves having his head pet. Firm but gentle scratches behind his ear clips and soft massages to his scalp. If his belted tail could move on its own, it would be thumping the floor with joy.
Praises are always welcome, but not needed. Just let the sweet puppy take his spot right beside you, head nuzzling your leg. He just wants affection and closeness at all times.
Please help me, my little boy is about to die, he has a serious surgery, we in Gaza do not have everything, my child is about to die, help me even with a small amount of money 😭💔
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Sudden idea that Simon grows really really attached the ugliest toys.
I'm talking teddy bears with mismatched fur from being repaired, missing an eye and a limb. Those cymbal monkeys with the crazy eyes? He adores his, carries it around the house like a beloved companion
He loves ugly dolls, stuffies, and dented and broken toys that barely work as intended, toting them around with the delicately of a fine piece of art.
Also, do NOT call his toys ugly. It may be true, but to him, they are beautiful and he loves them.
Should I write a fic about this?
I love my little babies. I wanna snuggle them all. Sure, they're strong rugged military men but they're my pookie baby bears 😭💖
Hereby requesting friends in the COD community who will understand my brainrot and talk about those sweet baby boys and our OCs together. Please and thank you.
Might need to write caregiver batman
Guys, we all know Bruce is emotionally constipated. And he would not handle his kids crying well at all. So, I present to you, Bruce and his 'don't be sad' tactics: 12 y/o Dick: Crying in his room bc something reminded him of his mom Bruce, hearing the sobs: 'oh god what the fuck do i do' Bruce, knocking on the door before opening it and setting down a plushy he had a child on Dick's bed, before quickly backing out of the room: 'fuck did that go well?'
Jason: instinctual tears because someone punched him in the nose.
Bruce: walks over to Jason to awkwardly hand him one of the candies he keeps to comfort children
Tim: Burst into tears out of sheer frustration over a case (and bc he's been up for about 48 hours) Bruce: Quietly walks over to put a mug of hot chocolate in front of Tim before getting tf out of there All the batkids have their own experience with Bruce giving them something to stop them from crying. They treasure the little moments. Because Bruce is trying. He is doing his best.
Due to some bullshittery on gofundme's part, Musab has lost access to all the funds they had previously gathered and is one of the many Palestinian who now must restart their fundraiser from the ground up at 0.
And due to Tumblr's bullshittery marking multiple posts as "sensitive content" for no discernable reason and targeting Palestinian fundraisers to hide them, I will instead hyperlink to Musab's fundraiser instead of a direct link in order to try get past the flagging.
His name is Reginald and he's on the lease
you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor
You're resident jester, who is finally starting to write again. Here lies my brain rot. 22, Occasional NSFT content, MDNI
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