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Me too sis, me too (but with Dah)

me: *having a good day*

my brain: remember, ull from far cry primal is not real and you will never have sex with him

me: :(

I Remember

I remember being a tree, I was beautiful and old.

I remember how my massive roots stretched out and rose from the ground.

I remember how I stood tall and proud as foxes burrowed under my roots, taking safety in the shelter I gave.

I remember being happy, I was happy with my sweet foxes.

I remember how warm I felt even as storms came, they looked to me for the safety that I provided.

I remember their sweet little faces and the faces of their children.

I do not remember the voices of the other trees who had been my friends but I remember my foxes with their silver coats and their playful ways.

I remember the hunter who came.

I remember how the sweet little foxes ran to me for safety.

I remember how they buried themselves in my roots for the safety I once held.

I remember how the hunter shot them.

I remember that I could not protect my foxes as I once had.

I remember how the hunter's eyes gleamed with greed and how for the first time I felt fear.

I remember how he dragged my foxes away from me, from the burrows they had made underneath my roots.

I remember that he came back with a man with an axe as same colour as the fox pelt he wore.

I remember how I could not fight back as he cut me down, I could not raise a root to harm him for I was just a tree.

Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

I am sorry but I am quite literally unable to donate anything but what I can do is spread the word to people who can donate

Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

I may not have the money to give, but I hope and pray that some one who scrolls across this post does

an erotic poem:

leg so hot

hot hot leg

leg so hot u fry an eg

Blood countess - Rex - Dog days

Fuck it. Reblog this post with one to three songs you associate your WIP. Character themes, setting inspiration, just Vibes, whatever, go nuts

If Viggo, you go

She grim on my born 'til I viggo

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

I just like snakes and this one is very cute!

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

I am fucking livid

I am livid with the way that people will only take things 'seriously' if it's a trend.

I am livid with the way that people will only care about some thing if it's popular.

I am livid with the way the horrors people live with are only ever given 24 hours of attention before the next thing trends.

I am livid that people will only care about the victims when they are gone or when the trouble has passed.

I am livid by the fact that no one knows about the Indian untouchables.

I am livid that people are silent about Syria.

I am livid about the silence that surrounds slums being bombed.

How many more hits must they take? How much more blood must they lose? How many more must die? How many more must suffer? How many more children need to die?

Tell me honestly... when was the last time you took the time out of your day too give them recognition?

When was the last time you listened too them?

Their voice matters but it is being drowned out with waves of hate and trends that flood your mind?

Did you even know that Afghanistan was taken over again?

Did you lend your ear to any of them then?

I am livid by the fact that people care more about what 'core' they are.

Does 'fairycore' matter more then lives?

Does brain rot matter more than the children in the sex slave industry?

Their homes look like the buildings you see in dystopian movies...

I am livid... and I am disappointed, you talk of the human spirit, you boast and brag about the human spirit, about humanity... but when was the last time you demonstrated it?

I see humans but I don't fucking see humanity

I see humans who wear masks and tape over their mouth that they can so easily take off.

I see monsters who crudely wear human skin as they bomb another village, another town, another city... another family.

If you can donate, please do, if you can speak up, do so, if you can spread the word maybe repost or write something of your own

Sadaqa Welfare Fund | Islamic Charity Organisation

Australia for UNHCR | UN Refugees Official Charity - UNHCR

Please leave more donation sights in the comments or leave sources for people to educate themselves with.

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there you go dearie

Reblog to give the person you reblogged it from the energy to do one (1) chore or maybe many

I may not be able to donate but I can spread the word to those who can donate. If you are like me and you are not in a situation where you can donate, then simply spread the word by mouth or by reposting like I have done.

This is my cat"Zaatar"

Zaatar died because of the war here, and I couldn't even help him because everything is scarce, even medical care for animals. I lost my dearest possession and my closest friend. I don't want to lose anyone else.

Please help me to save my family🍉🇵🇸❤️

gofundme.com

Donate to Help us save our lives and our future, and continue our educ, organized by Anas muhaisen

Hello everyone, ‏I am Mohammad Mahisen, a young Pal… Anas muhaisen needs your support for Help us save our lives and our future, a

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Struggles

TW: talk of self starvation

This year I've even struggled with my body image, I know I'm a beautiful girl and I've always been told as such but even then it's hard to feel happy in my own body because social media portrays women as very skinny even though it's not healthy or safe and I fell victim to it's trap, I didn't like how my stomach looked and so I would sleep when I felt hungry.

I would deflect it when my mum brought it up and I craved that feeling of starvation, it was amazing even though it wasn't healthy, I didn't even like my body when I was underweight, it felt like I would never be happy with myself, and being honest with myself, the company I had made it worse... I had a 'friend' who would constantly talk about how she hated her body, we looked very similar and so I learned to hate my body from her and the media, if you know me in real life you would know that I am a very bubbly person and I used that as a shield to hide behind, nobody would ever think I doing anything bad to myself if I seemed always happy and it worked like a charm.

I hated every imperfection, I hated my stomach, my skin, my stretch marks that you can barely even see but I would always find something to hate about myself, I have really only brushed on the topic of this with one friend, my mother doesn't even know I felt like this, I would like to keep it that way as she has enough on her plate. I have learned to love myself and it's been a long journey, it's still not over, I have learnt that the body I have is beautiful and perfect the way it is and I feel like others should too, it's a long journey but it's so worth it and I hope that anyone who's read this is able to love themselves for who they are, yourself worth is not how you look, its how you act, behave and interact with others, if anyone is judging you for your appearance then that's a tell tale of what kinda person they are and let me tell you one thing, their not a person you want to be around!

Remember you always come first.

"She Who Last Saw The Stars

"She who first saw the stars"

The main and only actual goddess in my dnd.

Backstory:

Long ago before time, before the stars even existed two races existed in the never ending abyss, one who only ever knew peace and magic and the other swallowed in hate, the Corrupts as they are now known as wanted to be the only one and so they devised a plan. The corrupts would kill their other half, the Jxulx (translates to peace) had not been prepared and where almost instantly wiped out in the first wave, only few still stood and even less had been unharmed. The peace they once had was shattered, the once quite abyss was now filled with the wails of destroyed family's and the crunching of broken bodies, the once happy and joyful home of the Jxulx was smeared in their blood.

The Jxulx gathered anything that they could use as a weapon and tried to rebel against the Corrupts, the Jxulx now blinded by rage and sorrow for their dead, went to attack the Corrupts but it went horribly, they had only been able to take down a few of the Corrupts (The corrupts took up a tradition of killing the weak among them so there was only a few of them that was left.) as they had expected this and stood ready, annihilating the Jxulx, only one had been left standing, scared and traumatised she stood in the flames of her dead in, her mind raced with what she had just witnessed, her life flashed before her, looking, searching for something to save her and only one thing stood out, a taboo ritual, she gathered her remaining strength and let the chant spew out her mouth as she made her kins bones into a staff, she held the staff above her head and start to desperately scream the chant, the Corrupts had laughed at first before they screamed.

She turned the dead bodies of her kin into what we now know as stars, the light was blinding and it burned the Corrupts, seven of them lashed out and attempted to attack her but the heat of the stars only grew, the seven Corrupts slashed and clawed at her but it was no use as she kept dodging and running, they chased her all across the universe till the had ended up in an area far from the stars and other Corrupts, the last Jxulx desperately did all she could and came out victorious in the process she had gouged ones eye out and turned it into the sun and had made the other planets on accident (she pointed the staff in the wrong direction). Once the battle was done she looked at all the stars and was horrified to see, she was the last of her kind, she may have pushed the remaining Corrupts back but at what cost?

She spent many cycles regaining her strength and looked at the 7 Corrupts bodies that she had clumped into a ball, out of sheer loneliness she took her staff once again and purified the corpses as best as she could, she turned their bones into the stone of the Earth, their flesh the ground and their blood into water, she made creatures out of the things she use to draw as a child and soon this new home of hers became liveable.

The air was sweet and there was no longer the deafening silence... but she was still lonely, she had no one to talk to, no one to share her home with and so she slumped back into her depression, the creatures she created grew more and more concerned about her as the days went by, eventually one of the creatures she had named birds came to her carrying her staff of bones, once again did her eyes have that bright sheen that they missed, the woman picked up her staff for the very last time and created the races, elves came first, she had made them look as close to her people whilst still letting them be different in their own ways, she had created sea elves, light elves, wood elves (multiple sub-types of wood elves) and dark elves, she had created the other races after that over the time-span of many days - filling the world with unique individuals sadly this came at a cost, taking lives was easy but making them meant she had to sacrifice pieces of her own soul to make them but she could careless she had filled the world and her creations loved her, they knew her as the Mother, eventually she became to weak to continue to exist and so she had 'passed away' (she didn't actually she only fell into a coma under the Earth), her children mourned her but life carried on, they built civilisations, made bibles that got muddled and caught in mistranslation over time.

Eventually over time the Corrupts baneful energy risen once more, creating monsters out of her sweet creatures and children, this is why the guilds where made, too keep her hard work forever safe, so that she may live in our hearts forever more.

(I wrote this very, very late, no caffeine at all and I will not bother to edit it, get out of my cooch)

(https://meiker.io/play/15623/online.html this is what I used to make her)

Having no menstrual products and no toilet paper, the big ass spiders are chill tho also the bandits are scary, like imagine being in a small town that gets raided

If you were teleported to tamriel right now what would be the worst part about living there? And why is it the giant fucking spiders?

I do want to know the answer for real tho so let me know uwu

Once again if your not okay with this leave my page!!!

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

If you don’t agree leave my page and don’t ever come back.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

@kiir-do-faal-rahhe here she is, I tried to get her as close looking as possible in game

My Accidental Dragon

After a rough day I went back to my apartment and drank the entire alcohol shelf dry and headed to bed not even eating dinner, I plopped down onto the soft bed and said:

"screw office work"

Closing my eyes I drift into a peaceful slumber, who am I kidding I looked like a hot mess I didn't wash off my makeup, change my clothing, didn't have a shower, I'm going to have the worst hangover ever when I get up.

In dream land I was having a conversation with a strange looking male taking in his features I ignore most of the conversation, the man has snow white hair, blue eyes and is wearing a white tuxedo snapping backing into the conversation he asks me "I offer you a gift, what would you like?"

I of course answer with what any normal person would want "A dragon!" he just gave me a blank look as if saying are you serious woman.

"That's not realistic, try something more realistic" he asked me with hopeful expecting eyes.

"Fine, I want a billionaire faithful loving boyfriend then." I ask with no relationship experience, I might be twenty-five, but I've never been in a relationship which might just be for the better, the man look's stunned and as if he wants to say something but can't as I wake up.

I wake up, it's still dark I check my phone to see the time '3:00 am' it tastes like a cat used my mouth as a litter tray 'I need water' I walk to the bathroom with my head pounding, I get up out of bed and walk to the kitchen I see a faint glow of blue emanating from the corner of my room, I realise it's coming from my dirty cloths basket. As I walk towards it I feel a vibration from within as I get closer to the object upon closer inspection I realise it's an giant scaly egg, I feel a maternal urge to embrace it as I do I get more and more confused as to what it is and why I'm doing this I've never seen this thing in my life however I don't know if I could live without it, I panic as the egg cracks setting down the egg now fully over my hangover I sit and wait for it to finish. I grew bored, but I soon found a manual about how to take are of your dragon, it seems important, so I'll read it.

After about an hour I have read the entire book and I now know why I felt so motherly over it early baby dragons and eggs release a pheromone that make's creatures near it motherly or fatherly at least I think this is an dragon egg and if it is I've gotten every thing ready water I may or may not have slightly drank, milk , blankets, in my case some ice cubes and small chunks of meat for my scaly friend I just need to make sure I'm here when they hatch, there's nothing the great and powerful Fay can't do other then get a relationsh-

*Small screech*

I look over and the egg has finally hatched and luckily for me I was the first thing they've seen so in other words it thinks I'm it's mum, so I get the bottle ready because when I was reading the book, I found out that dragons are kind of like a platypus , the little dragon waddles over to me clumsily and starts drinking the milk letting me find out there gender.

It's a boy "I'm going to call you Atlas" I cheerfully say getting a happy squawk from Atlas causing me to giggle and him to try and replicate me in doing so he's like my son now and since he's the size of my phone right now I'll be able to take him to work sure Kris aka special K might be noisy when Atlas makes noise but nobody really listens to him excluding his Fanclub but they don't even work there so it's not going to cause drama.