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Ever since I watched Randomalistic’s Turbo/King Candy video, I’ve been sinking back into my Wreck it Ralph hyperfixation which then made me come up with a crack au of dad Turbo

Like imagine if Turbo never went…..well…..turbo and his game remained plugged in the arcade with Felix over the years. He’s still an egotistic asshole but isn’t as murderous like in the film and sees himself as a role model for the newer racing game characters

But then Sugar Rush is plugged in and he now has a little hell spawn rival who is Princess Vanellope. She’s just as cocky as he is and they’re always spitting insults at each other with the little racer calling him “grandpa” and “bug face”. To her, it’s all fun and games while Turbo is so done with her!

But then he notices her racing and realizes she actually has skills. Maybe not as good as his (no one can ever be better than him) but still impressive. So he gives her tips on how to improve her speed, perform tricks, drive dirty and rough, etc. and then eventually bringing her to practice on his own game’s race track. Everyone is so astonished by this. Turbo not only openly acknowledging another racer but also teaching them?!

Whether they realize it or not, they develop a mentor/student or pseudo-father/daughter dynamic that has everyone in the arcade giggling at how funny and kinda endearing it is

Every time Vanellope wins a race, Turbo brags about it to everyone, saying how “She learnt that from me!” And “Of course she won! I’m her teacher after all!!”

He is the ultimate soccer mom who brags nonstop about his winner child and is such a bad role model (encourages cheating and being a show-off) and always spoils her

Made a Picrew of my oc, Himeko! She’s so cute looking! I hope you guys like her!

And if you want an Gyaru oc as well, here’s the link!

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"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Attention for all human and humanity in the world

My name is MOHAMMED ABDULKARIM from Gaza Strip, Palestine, 35 years old, I lost my house and my supermarket shop, both were destroyed by Israel aircraft missiles during this war

before 7oct I have good life and I worked in my shop and everything was good

Now I lost everything especially all the goods inside my supermarket which value more than 50k usd. Now

I owe people money and more importantly there is no food for me and my family. Now we live in a tent with my wife, parents and my siblings, in addition the weather is very cold now in the tent ⛺.

Please help my family 👪 to be survive, safety and to get some food and clothes for us.

My friends, I am sick. I cannot have children. I need to have an operation outside Gaza in Egypt. My friends, my only hope in this life is to see my children. I hope everyone will respect my feelings and support me so that I can have an operation in Egypt so that I can have children and see my children. My friends. Donate to us so that we can raise money to perform this operation This report proves that. I hope you can help me as much as possible, please

Everything has been destroyed. We now live in the middle of a tent. Winter is killing us and hunger is running out of our blood

We need to settle in a place that is safe from the winter and the harsh cold. We need to provide the necessities for living here so that we can live in safety here💔💔

Donate anything, support us, stand with me, we need any help from you. May God bless you 🙏🍉

I will not forgive you if you are able to donate even a little and you do not donate. Be sure that our lives are in your hands, my friend. I hope everyone will donate to save us and provide the necessities of life here in Gaza to provide the simplest things. I hope to donate to provide food and drink for my family.

Donate $25 to save us from this war

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⋆·˚ ༘ * PAUL LAHOTE HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 his imprint is a hime gyaru

the first time paul sees you, he does a double take.

la push is full of earth tones, denim, and practical clothing, and then there’s you—big teased hair, pastel dresses, frilly skirts, and pearls.

you look like you walked straight out of a fairytale, and paul? he’s gone.

imprinting has him locked in immediately.

“what the hell is she wearing?” embry snickers, but paul shuts it down with a glare so intense it silences the entire pack.

they all know he’s done for.

paul is the most aggressive protector ever.

he was already overprotective, but now? you’re his delicate princess, his fragile, perfect girl, and he will throw hands over you.

someone so much as looks at you funny? paul is already rolling up his sleeves.

you call him your “big bad wolf,” and it makes him feral.

at first, he worries about his temper.

you’re soft and sweet—what if he scares you?

but the first time he snaps and you just pout, cross your arms, and call him a silly puppy, he’s completely whipped.

no one has ever tamed him like you.

paul adores watching you get ready.

he’ll sit on your bed, completely fascinated as you do your hair and makeup.

sometimes, he’ll mess with your ribbons and bows just to get you to swat his hand away.

“babe, do you really need to spend an hour on your hair?”

“yes.”

paul sighs but secretly loves watching you curl each strand with precision.

matching outfits? yes.

you get him to wear pastels ONCE, and the pack never lets him live it down.

but you? you beam up at him and call him your “handsome prince,” and suddenly, he’s wearing whatever you want.

he carries your bags whenever you go shopping. no complaints.

you’re walking out of the mall with five pink shopping bags, and paul’s holding all of them, grumbling, but lowkey loves spoiling you.

when you’re cold, he wraps you up in his massive hoodie, even though it completely ruins your outfit.

but you let it slide because he’s warm and smells like pine and home.

if anyone dares to make fun of your style, paul is on them instantly. even just a side comment? they’re dead.

“she looks like a damn doll.”

“yeah? and you look like you got dressed in the dark. try again.”

loves how tiny you are next to him.

he’ll literally lift you up out of nowhere just because he can.

forehead kisses are his favorite—he loves how he can just tilt your chin up and claim your lips.

when he phases and comes back to you, still shaking from adrenaline, you’re right there, brushing his messy hair back, pressing soft kisses to his jaw. it calms him down instantly.

paul may be rough around the edges, but for you? he’s a total sweetheart.

he lets you do his hair, paint his nails (he acts annoyed, but he never removes the polish), and listens to you rant about the latest liz lisa collection like it’s the most important thing in the world.

he is YOUR wolf, your protector, your prince.

and no matter how frilly and delicate you look, he knows you’re stronger than people think. and damn, does he love you for it.

paul’s love language? carrying your things. purse? he’s holding it. shopping bags? already in his hands. your teacup-sized dog? sitting under his arm like it’s normal.

the pack dies laughing the first time they see paul lahote—the angriest wolf in la push—holding a pink, bedazzled purse without complaint.

you once made an entire scrapbook of your cutest outfits, complete with stickers, lace borders, and handwritten notes about each look.

paul carries it in his car just so he can flip through it when he misses you.

“you’re obsessed with me.”

“yeah. so?”

paul gets crazy jealous, and it’s almost funny because you’re too sweet to even notice.

some guy flirts with you? paul’s immediately throwing his arm around you, tugging you into his chest, and glaring the guy into submission.

“she’s taken.”

“paul, he was just asking for the time—”

“he can check his damn phone.”

he never understands fashion trends, but he loves seeing you happy.

you show up wearing a tiara, pearls, and a lace dress with a huge bow on the back, and paul just sighs before pulling you into his lap.

“you look ridiculous.”

“you think i’m cute.”

he kisses your nose. “damn right i do.”

the first time you cry in front of him, he panics.

your usual soft, bubbly voice is cracking, and your mascara is running, and paul is ready to kill whoever hurt you.

but instead of raging, he gathers you up in his arms, pressing kisses into your hair.

“tell me who did this. i’ll handle it.”

“it’s just—my dress got ruined—”

paul deadass thinks someone hurt you. but no, your dress just ripped.

cue paul staring at you for a second before he sighs and kisses your forehead.

“princess, we’re buying you another one. hell, we’ll buy five.”

paul has zero patience, but he will sit completely still when you do his hair.

he lets you clip pink bows into it, run your fingers through it, and style it however you want. no one can say a damn thing about it.

he’s soft for you in ways no one understands.

the pack doesn’t recognize him anymore. paul, the most explosive hothead, is now the guy who carries pink shopping bags and lets his girlfriend put glitter on his cheekbones.

“you’ve changed, man.”

paul shrugs. “yeah. i’m happy.”

you call him ‘my knight in shining armor.’ and paul? he takes it seriously.

no one messes with you, no one touches you, and no one disrespects you. you’re his princess, and he’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you safe.

paul loves to interlace your fingers with his and just smirks at how delicate you are compared to him. he’s so much bigger, rougher, and stronger—but he’d never hurt you. you’re his soft spot.

if you get scared, paul immediately has you tucked into his chest, one arm around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head.

“i got you, baby.”

and just like that, you feel safe.

paul lahote, the angriest, toughest wolf in la push, belongs entirely to you—his pink-wearing, bow-loving, frilly-dress princess.

and honestly? he wouldn’t have it any other way.

I need more fashion subcultures! I need something crazy snd wild that stands out from the crowd, as the self-proclaimed president of “Fuck off Clean Girls!” I hope we move into an area of chaotic liberalism and cool clothes.

(It’s also because I need more fashion ideas for my ocs.)

Did a redesign of my character Kandi Godiva.

Changed her hair from braids to an Afro, added more fluff to her desgin to make her look cute and gave her a color palette of pink, yellow and white.

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Hello, everyone. Gaza is currently burning. Many departments have been blown up and there has been a wave of famine for too long. sahar and their family desperately need your help. Please donating or at least share their stories so that they can be heard. You are their only hope.💔😭😭😭

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline.👇

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I haven't posted my powerpuff girls au here on tumblr so... yeah uwu I think they came out really cute

This powerful image captures the face of a wounded Palestinian woman whose hijab is soaked in blood—likely her own or that of a loved one. Her eyes tell a story of unimaginable pain and strength in the face of loss. She stands in a chaotic hospital hallway, surrounded by others in distress. As an oppressed and weak woman from Gaza, I see myself in her. I, too, have suffered greatly—my baby, Qais, was injured in the war, and the hospital refused to treat him because we cannot pay. Please, I beg you to help us. Your donation can provide the medicine and care Qais urgently needs.

Life in Gaza is unbearable for women like me.

1. I wait in line for two hours just to bring food back to our tent – food that is never enough.

2. I clean the shoes of strangers on the street– just to earn a few coins for Qais's medicine.

3. We were turned away from the hospital– they said no money, no treatment, even for a child as young as Qais.

I carry this pain in silence, but I cannot bear it alone anymore. The woman in this picture used her hijab to try and save her son’s life. I am doing everything I can to save mine. But without help, I fear I will lose him too. Please, Donate anything you can—no matter how small. Even a few dollars could mean a meal, a medicine dose, or a chance for Qais to live. Share this, speak up, and help us survive.

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