My name is Mosab, and I never thought I would have to write something like this.
Before the war, I had a life. A home. A family. But in one moment, 25 members of my family were taken from me.
My mother. My sisters. My nieces. The people I loved the most in this world.
The house we built, the place where we were together, was completely destroyed. We have been displaced twice, searching for safety, searching for a way forward. But when you have nothing left, where do you begin?
💔 I want to rebuild, but I can’t do it alone.
Right now, we are starting from zero. No home. No stability. No idea what tomorrow will bring.
Even $10 could be a step toward rebuilding. And if you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your kindness is our only hope.
Thank you for reading, for caring, for believing in our future. đź’™
i keep getting tumblr “achievements” about shit like “you’ve liked 500 posts!” like damn okay, thanks for calling out my doomscrolling…
being a multishipper is fun bc while literal war is happening and people are posting entire paragraphs abt why whomever should be with whomever, i’m just reading it being like HELL YEAH knowing full well i’m gonna see a paragraph arguing the opposite and have the exact same reaction
James dying and Regulus trying to be a good person so he can be with James in heaven when he dies
Twirling my hair, giggling and kicking my feet over the thought of James softly kissing the back of Regulus' neck while he is railing him from behind
That moment when you look in the mirror and realize that the collection of flesh and features looking back at you is what other people see when they look at you instead of the vague impression of your appearance you have in your head
Happy Pride Month to everyone who gets this joke, laughed at it, or isn’t a homophobic or transphobic etc asshole.
Happy Pride Everyone.
Stay Gay.
so me! (i am neither fully white nor fully a boy)
"Go, white boy, go!" I say to a fictional character, as if I am not also a white boy who is going
high quality noise collection
In a truck stop bathroom washing my hands today and 2 boys, looked about 5 and 9, came in with their little sister who looked maybe 2. The following whispered conversation made my entire day
"We have to wait, there's a lady in here!"
"That's not a lady, he has a mustache! We can be in here!"
"Some ladies have mustaches! And she has boobs!"
"Well some guys have boobs! Like Uncle Jake!"
"Uncle Jake is fat!"
At this point I could not contain a chuckle and both whirled around with identical looks of panic on their faces. I smiled and said "it's alright for you guys to be in here so your sister has help, don't worry. And I'm both! That's why I have boobs and a mustache. Some folks are just built that way"
(In unison) "Ooooooh!"
(older boy) "So do you use Sir or Ma'am or both?"
"Both, but I prefer Sir"
"Cool! Well thanks Sir! We have to help our sister now!"
This was in a small town country truck stop and both boys had "Murica" type stuff on and neither of them had any issue at all with these concepts. Their mom approached me while I was in line about 10 minutes later and apologized for them bothering me in the bathroom (they had told her about the interaction) and she and I had a lovely little chat too. I got to introduce her to the term "intersex" and her reply was "I think I've heard of that before! I didn't know that was the word for it. Amazing how many different ways God can make people!"
Sometimes the world is good. More often than you might think, if you give it a chance. It's not all bad loves <3
genuinely cannot take ANYTHING seriously after i read ANYTHING with a description of insane magic powers. wdym her body “overflowed with magic strength?” pls be fr. i have to close the tab now. god dammit. thanks a lot.