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Well, I am a stylist & designer, so i decided to make a small timeline of costumes featured in Good Omens S1&2. Some interviews with Claire Anderson were extremely helpful, and I used my own observations sometimes, so feel free to discuss & analyze everything with me. Hope @neil-gaiman would like it and S3 gonna be confirmed and give us more costumes <3
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ولا بنساك يا بلادي، يا ارضي وارض اجدادي🍉🫒
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Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️
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There's just something about the dads in Mike Flanagan's works that fuck me up. None of them are perfect but they're all trying their best and love their kids so damn much. The horror of knowing the world is gonna eat your kids alive no matter what you do. The tragedy of never knowing just how much your dad loved you until it's too late. I just-
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
duncan idaho homophobic? im sorry frank herbert you just dont know this character like i do you need to step off the pedal
unpopular opinion: i love corrupted paul atreides. i love his moral descent into madness. people say that it was unexpected, but his tainted arc was evident from the very beginning, and frank herbert was very intentional in weaving in the foreshadowing. let paul be corrupted. let him be something other than the perfect hero. doing anything otherwise would defeat one of the most crucial points about politics, religion, and idolization of the entire series.
I'm currently reading A&M and just finished HFH. Can I ask any fun fact or info crumb about Baal? He's my favorite, I feel like he needs to be protected at all costs. (I usually refer to him as Daddy Baal 👀).
Thank you 💜
Aaaahh thank you for reading! I love Baal so I'm glad you like him!
When Lucifer was "dead", Baal set out to conquer the Earth and rule the demons in Lucifer's name. And I've talked about this before but beyond his obsession with Lucifer, and Michael, he's also really into Asmodeus. He finds him really cool and attractive (and admires him a lot). He's also pretty friendly with Gemory! And of course he thinks Rosier is very sweet (and attractive). (He's attracted to all his friends, basically.)
Baal can be very violent, as you know, partly for himself and partly because he does a lot of the dirty work for Lucifer, like torturing demons. He does this for a lot of reasons, one of them being that he doesn't want Lucifer to dirty his pretty little hands. He tries very hard not to be jealous (and he's typically not) but he can randomly get possessive at times. He really does love Lucifer and puts up with everything for the few times a month that Lucifer is sweet to him. He likes having his hair played with and likes laying his head on Lucifer's lap.
Dante. 24. he/him. autistic mess. i love making art, read fiction and watching horror movies. the rest is confetti. pt-br / eng / fr header by littlestpersimmon
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