Apollo And Artemis 🏹🌿✨

Draco looks at Harry with a glint in his eyes, he only ever looks at Harry as if he truly despises him yet he can't stay away from him. There's a constant need for the toxicity that they bring each other like no other. He knew it wasn't healthy nor would anyone approve yet he still craves the energy that they can only bring to each other.

Okay I wrote this on a whim and my friend says it's good so I wanna ask on here if I should continue it as a fic?

🌹🌹A Message from the Heart of Suffering

To every kind soul out there…

We are a family of ten, including helpless infants, living in constant displacement. We’ve moved more than ten times, searching for safety, only to find torn tents, dry land, and an uncertain future.

We have no home, no enough food, and not even clean water. Our children go to sleep hungry and wake up crying from pain and illness. They suffer from severe malnutrition, and there is no medicine or milk available.

We are surrounded by the stench of sewage, swarms of insects, and relentless mosquitoes. Every day we survive is a miracle. Every hour without a new tragedy is a blessing.

Today, I share this message because we are on the edge. We are not asking for much — just enough to survive, just enough to protect our children’s dignity.

even the smallest amount, can change everything. It can save a child from hunger, or give a baby a chance to live.

Please, help us. Be the light in our darkest hour.

Chuffed

Help Aisha and her children

I am Elizabeth, and I am fundraising on behalf of Aisha and her family from Gaza. Here is her message:"My name is Aisha Rabah, I am 42 years

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It was also verified by Bilal Salah

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

appreciation post for my mom, @amanda-farley

(very much a belated thank you for letting me convince you to install tumblr)

Where do I even begin? I feel like I could write years worth of passages when it concerns you. It feels as if ever since you cradled me in those arms that had once held yourself together, you and I were history waiting to be written. Maybe that’s presumptuous of me, but I think I have always been a little presumptuous. Especially when it concerns you. (If I had to count the amount of times people have told me I defended you a bit too much, I fear we would be here for quite a while.)

You have always been my biggest supporter, even when at times it didn’t feel as if you were. You would let my much smaller hands dig my nails into your skin when I felt as of if I was about to burst because of my anxiety, and you still do when that anxiety sneaks back up on me years later. You catered to my odd hyperfixations, like when I was young and was obsessed with mustaches (yes, I still remember that pink dress that was covered with mustaches). How, instead of yelling at me for drawing on the walls, you only scolded me gently into not doing it again and complimented my handiwork. How when you argued with your ex husband you took me out for popsicles, because you had tried for those arguments not to happen in front of me. How when you couldn’t see me for my tenth birthday so you bought me presents and a cake and had set them in front of the door.

Even when your addiction kept dragging you, you still made sure that I knew that you loved me. The way you had held me after my second attempt, letting me get snot all over your shirt. I remember how you defended me from people, how you were the only person who actually decided to listen and do something. I remember you picking me up from school with my reoccurring headaches, telling me that everything will be okay and that you’re sorry. How you held my hand when I had laid in that emergency car. How you never fail to remind me that I am strong, that my experiences does not reflect who I am as a person and who I may turn out to be. How you continue to love and support me through it all.

I think one of the hardest parts of growing is knowing you’re also growing, knowing that one day you won’t be living in a world that once knew how you had felt. I fear for that day, but it also helps me appreciate you more in the present. Hearing your voice brings me back to the present. Knowing you’re out there, being yourself, fills me with joy.

Knowing that, that in at least this world and this lifetime, you are my mom. And that is a blessing and a miracle all in one. A life of us, of mother and child. A life of love and pain.

A life that is unmistakably human.

Urgent appeal for help 🙏🥺🥺🥺

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Update// Israel will occupied the rest of Gaza and will have no place to go to. Also hunger is killing us slowly here. Can you imagine that the flour is 600$ for one bag. My family is 8 person and now we don't find anything to eat please help my family and support us. Everything is so expensive and unbelievable 💔💔💔.Guys we need you in this harsh conditions I'm begging you. 😭😭

I’m Inge Kassab 22, dental student in Alazhar university Gaza, I have finished three years of my studies at the university and unfortunately my university has completely destroyed due to the war in Gaza and I can’t go abroad the city to continue my studies because all boarders around us were closed and I forced to live her under bombing.

For almost a whole year and half I have been living in Gaza, where wardestruction and chaos spread everywhere in Gaza.

I am currently in Deir El Balah after I have displaced from my city Gaza , trying to save money to rebuild home to live in a safe place with my family. My father is an old man who lost his work and my mom also lost her work. I need you to support me and my family to build our life again.

Because of the war, it has become impossible to provide money to live, buy food, clean and drinkable water, and education here. This money will be used to provide what the war has destroyed for us, and also to provide a place to stay, especially since we are now approaching the winter season, where we need winter clothes, repair the damage to the house, and provide what protects us from the cold and hunger of winter.

Gaza has become a place full of destruction and is no longer suitable for any opportunity here. Diseases have spread in the Gaza Strip, especially those skin diseases for which there is no treatment due to the war. The water here has also become polluted water and has spread, and there is not enough food for everyone here.

I created this campaign to ask for help and support from you. As a human being who lived an entire year and half under the flames of war, destruction, and tragedies, I am addressing you and asking you for help, to help me get a chance to survive war, death, and hunger with my family, and to start from scratch. A new journey of living and recovering from those traumas and painful memories that we experienced in the war. So we stayed in the Gaza Strip under the genocide to live in difficult conditions and complete our studies with the least available means. Before the war began, I was at the beginning of the clinical stage and the beginning of my work on patients, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams, as I lost my university and my dental tools, which cost my father more than $1,000, and I lost my future. But now I am trying to return again in order to complete the number of study hours and graduate. Therefore, I need your help to complete what remains, as there is only very little left to graduate and go out to work and help patients.

This money will also help me to cover our living expenses and buy food in Gaza. Buying food and groceries in Gaza is something we cannot afford every day because of the high prices, and there is no opportunity to work here. The money will also be used to buy available cooking gas, wood and firewood which will also be used to provide fires for cooking and also to keep warm from the cold at night in the coming days.  Also I want to build my own clinic after graduation.

I hope you will hear my voice and help me get a chance to evacuate from here, and a chance to evacuate from Gaza if we can . 🥺❤️

So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name please make this post viral 🥺❤️‼️

Inge Kassab.

Please help here

Chuffed

Save a Palestinian dental student and her family in Gaza

Hi, I'm Tristan from the Netherlands, running this campaign on behalf of Inge, who tells her story below:

or directly here

I saw a post yesterday saying that someone was surprised people read straight fanfic and it actually had me tweaking out. I ship mainly lesbian ships as I find them the most relatable and most comforting although winners do NOT love winning. I ship straight ships too and I feel like that's how fandom spaces started is the fact that you ship something that wasn't canon. You found two characters that made sense together. Idk just let people ship what they want as long as it's safe sound and consensual. That's my yap session for today.

Hi there 🌿

We recently shared our story about escaping Gaza and trying to reunite as a family 🕊️

It's been an overwhelming journey, and we're doing everything we can but we could really use help getting our story seen 💔

If you feel like reblogging or sharing our story, it would mean the world to us 🌍

Thank you so much for your time 🙏

And sorry if this message feels out of place.

@mohamedandhisfamily

please, please help them. they need your help more than anything 💛

Georgios Margaritis (Greek,1814-1884) - Sappho Praying to Aphrodite

No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged.

But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

#crisis #humanrights #emergency #donate #pleasehelp #tumblrcommunity #survivestories #reblogtohelp #signalboost

Okay I can't stop thinking about the line in Mockingjay where Katniss notices that Finnick does not let go of Annie's hand after they're reunited

And she thinks it's because he is afraid to lose her again, which I'm sure is a significant factor

But I also. I can't. I can't stop thinking that

That this is the first time Finnick can hold her hand in public. The first time he can hold her hand where people will see them. Because he is finally no longer the Capitol's golden playboy. He can hold the hand of the woman he loves and it doesn't have to be a secret anymore. He can hold Annie's hand without that simple action putting both of them in danger.

And don't even get me started about their wedding being broadcast into the Capitol. Finnick Odair, famous for "going through four or five" "lovers" every time he is forced to return to the Capitol. Finnick Odair, who was repeatedly sold to the highest bidders, who had to act for the cameras - and even away from the cameras! - that he liked it, that he wanted it. Who could never even risk marrying the woman he loved in secret because of what would be done to her if he did.

Finnick Odair gets to hold Annie Cresta's hand without fear of who sees them. And Finnick Odair, the Capitol's golden slave, and Annie Cresta, the girl who went mad and only survived the Arena because she could swim, get to swear vows of love and fidelity in front of everyone. In front of the cameras they had up til then feared seeing any move they made. They are married in front of those same cameras. They kiss, and they dance, and it is celebrated.

And Finnick doesn't let go of her hand.