i'm seeing a lot of new ppl join tumblr who aren't making any spontaneous semi pathetic, oversharing personal textposts whatsoever and i just want to say you're doing it all wrong... this is not like instagram like meant to be some shiny highlight reel used to make u look good its supposed to be an incriminatingly revealing dark intimate look into your life & inner psyche while simultaneously no one knows who u are or gives a fuck... anyway hope this helps some of u get on the right track
can i get a little help with dinner tonight 🙏🏾❤️🩹
v: Nia-Pia
c: NiaPia4
i’m sorry
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Hello, I am Mahasen,a Digital Artist from North Gaza, where creativity thrives despite challenges. My father passed away, making me the main provider for my family.
Before the war, I worked in motion graphics with international companies, specializing in character design and storyboarding.
The conflict forced us to evacuate repeatedly, and our home was damaged. My essential art equipment and tablet were stolen and destroyed, representing years of hard work and creativity. Now, we are homeless, unsafe, sick, and financially insecure.
Our family includes:
My mother, 62.
My sister Mai, 35, visually impaired.
Myself, Mahasen, 31.
My brother Mohammed, 28, visually impaired, and his wife Iman, 28.
My youngest brother Amin, 21.
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Hello, I am Hala, a mother of a child who has been living in Gaza under bombardment for more than three months. I was forced to leave my home and move to at least 7 areas in search of safety. We live a life devoid of the minimum necessities of life, with the struggle to obtain water, electricity, and food. My three-year-old daughter is unable to provide her with baby formula, Pampers, and even clothes. We have nothing. We left our home with nothing and cannot return to it. For a long period without work or any income, and with a lot of loss of life and money, my house was damaged, as was my husband’s wedding hall and his workplace. As A mother is unable to protect her daughter from hunger and death. I only want safety, and there is no safety in Gaza. We are forced to leave the country under these harsh conditions of displacement, killing and starvation. The image of my child crying for fear of death is still in my mind. I do not want to lose her soul in these massacres. But getting out of Gaza to save her, to keep her alive, requires a lot of money that we do not have. I started this campaign trying to get out of Gaza with my daughter and my husband across the Egyptian border, and if that fails, I will use this money to spend on my family and try to rebuild and compensate for the losses we suffered. We are extremely grateful for any assistance you can provide, and thank you from the bottom of our hearts for considering our appeal for support during this difficult time.
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Emmm so imagine:
141 team is eating their meal in the canteen. Everyone is just kind of quiet, enjoying the warm meal and each other's company. Everyone except Soap. Soap is being obnoxious. He talks about his day, the badass thing he pulled off with Gaz on the mission, he moves a lot while at it. He gesticulates, he throws his hands around Price's shoulders. He is being himself.
He isn't everyone's favorite.
"Can you please shut up!" One of the cadets near by stands away from the table. "Some of us want to eat in peace."
Soap is petrified, he wouldn't usually care but... Maybe he is just to much. His teammates probably want to rest too and all he is doing is ramble in their ears and he just should-
"Did you forget your place?" Ghost says loudly, he didn't even look away from his meal.
"Ah- Lieutenant he is just so-"
"Obnoxious?" Price finished for the rookie. "Sergeant MacTavish here is a whole lot. Yes. But he keeps our minds away from all the shit we have to witness."
"In the future you will be thankful to have someone like him on your team." Gaz added.
"Next time you say something to him, think twice." Ghost finished.
The cadet just stood there for a second. When Ghost finally gazed upon him, the man quickly scattered and left the canteen, mumbling apologies.
"Go on Soap." 141 said in unison.
Soap smiled.
do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.