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Save our lives 🚨🚨

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

Chuffed

Help Asmaa evacuate her family and treat her husband abroad

I am Michelle from Greece, and I am running a campaign for Asmaa. Please consider donating if you can to help them.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

Share my campaign 🙏

Thank you 🤍

Does Adding a murder mystery to a typical magical girl show make it more interesting?

THE JOY AND THE LAUGHTER - BUBBLES

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My personal thoughts on Black x Readers as an African American

You know something that I constantly wonder about? How most (insert character here) x Black!Reader's are usually dark smut fics.

Like I go to look for a fluffy fic and all I find is y/n getting railed in their sleep non-consensually! These stories always have a bittersweet twisted ending. Now if that's your thing go off but NOT IN EVERY S I N G L E STORY! You don't look up x black!reader smut non-con you just look up x black!reader and that's all that's there.

In my experience of searching AND I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING, most of the time the fic doesn't even mention the reader being black or only gives like 1 description like "y/n's luscious black curls" AND THAT'S IT!

Most of the time the tag x Black!reader feels more like just a tag to get reads rather than an actual attempt at creating more representation!

The thing that I think gets under my skin the most is the fact that most of the stories are FULL of stereotypes about African Americans! The tags almost always have the Daddy kink, choking kink, spit kink, Drug use, toxic relationships, abuse of some sort! Or there are like 40 tags of black Y/n getting SPECIFICALLY violently fucked!

OR the story points out how y/n "picked out her huge afro and put on her large hoop earrings" or "y/n put on their Air Jordans and went to see their baby daddy for the child support that he owes" (I'M SERIOUS)!

I just wish that there was more appropriate representation in the x reader community rather than the few good stories that we are given. BECAUSE TRUST ME there are some really good cute ones that have fluff or romantic smut or getting railed BUT that's not the WHOLE DAMN STORY (and even if it is it's done in a respectful manner!)but there are so few.

And I can already here the argument "WELL, WHY DON'T YOU CREATE SOME REPRESENTATION YoURSeLf!" I will. Not much will change if I only complain about it and I am aware of that BUT it is not my responsibility to create every peice of representation that appropriately represents my community.

One peice of positive representation versus 100 peices of "representation" can only change but so much.

But then again that's why I'm writing this post if I want to see change the first thing I have to do is at least bring attention to what I see as the issue.

But what are your thoughts on the issue?

This is my take on a slightly older Jeanette 😚💜

I like gyarus, like a lot! I think they’re so pretty and cute! And I wish we got to see them more!

I know there’s been mini attempts to bring it back and I’m glad for that. But still, I hope Gyarus get more rep in the future, and hopefully more sub styles because they’re all so cool! \(//∇//)\ψ(｀∇´)ψ

blue n reds

Save our lives 🚨🚨

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

Chuffed

Help Asmaa evacuate her family and treat her husband abroad

I am Michelle from Greece, and I am running a campaign for Asmaa. Please consider donating if you can to help them.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

Share my campaign 🙏

Thank you 🤍

read [DYING TO KNOW YOU] on ao3!

the actual submission i made for @ecto-implosion!

@fridurwrites did an absolutely amazing job of bringing this idea to life with a massive fic, everyone go read and send her love