Hellenic Polytheist //He-him//mexican//LMM fan//multifandom//Cody Burns my be loved//I write,I swear
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We have been displaced several times, and our tragedy has reached the point that we now live in a tent that is unfit for living. We desperately need your help, I have launched a donation campaign but I cannot get the funds so I can get €25000 to get through this current crisis.
We need to get out of the danger zone I am in now, I want your support to never stop, I discovered Tumblr a few months ago and met good people who helped me a lot, we will never forget that, you are my lifeline, please support us now
I thank everyone who helped us during this difficult time. Recently, we have witnessed great massacres and non-stop bombing over our heads, and we are witnessing a famine more than before.
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #196 )
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Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.
We’ve reached 18% of our goal (€3,509/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.
This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.
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🔗 Donate & share: Donation Link (gofundme.com)
A small writing of my idea of Cody suffering from deafness because of Morocco that I told you before (because I am better at writing than drawing)
.-“Cody? Is everything okay?”-.
The Chife asked as he knocked on the door to the room of his youngest son, who had not wanted to talk to anyone after the doctor gave them the diagnosis a few days ago.
He was now suffering from deafness and it may worsen over time to the point of being completely deaf in both ears.
.-“Can I come in?”-.
He asked, although he wasn't really expecting an answer because he really wanted to comfort his boy, hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay.
Cody was lying on his bed, curled up looking at any point in his room, his breathing was so slow that it seemed like he was going to fall asleep at any moment. Charlie sat next to him and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. Cody shivered a little at his father's touch, who removed his hand instantly, fearing that the touch with his ear had hurt him. A small awkward silence was created between them, at least until Charlie dared to speak.
.-“Cody...I know that this, all of this is overwhelming but I know that we are going to be able to overcome it, I know that you will be strong and you will try to keep going because I know you and I know that you are not one of the people who gives up quickly”-.
Cody didn't say anything, he just turned around to look at his father, his eyes were full of tears that threatened to come out, he was shaking and the words were stuck in his throat, he could feel them.
It was the first time Charlie had seen Cody or any of his children this sad, he pulled him close and hugged him while also laying down on the bed so Cody would be more comfortable, the blonde boy started crying uncontrollably, he felt completely miserable, his world was falling apart and he felt so lost thinking that his whole life was over.
.-“Shshshsh, it's okay little one, it's okay, I'm here, everything is going to be okay, I promise”-.
Cody only sank deeper into his chest looking for some comfort, which he got with his father caressing his back up and down while pulling him even closer to him, Charlie had to bite his tongue to keep from crying too, hearing his son's desperation broke his heart, plus he was also scared, scared of what his son's life would be like from now on, he believed in his own words, he knew that Cody was strong and that he wouldn't give up but that didn't mean he wasn't worried.
It took a long time until Cody finally calmed down, he was tired and his eyes were burning, he was falling asleep, his father's warmth made him want to stay there forever, he wanted to sleep and never wake up, in the end, he closed his eyes and his breathing became even calmer, Chief Burns noticed it, he took the sheets so he could put them on Cody and considered the option of leaving him there asleep but, a part of him didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay to hug his little boy (he was only 12,he wasn't even a teeneger), he wanted to sleep next to him to take care of his sleep, he decided that as long as there was no emergency he would not get up and that even so, the team could take care of it themselves, so he settled down to be closer to his son and could forget about everything for a moment, although what he could not forget was that Moroco managed to commit one last crime by harming his son in this way, and it did not matter that he was already dead, he would never stop hating him for that.
(I hope you liked it and I think this could be an AU, the only problem is that I don't have a name yet and I probably write this in Ao3 [I say that a lot])
I am Sherif Al-Amoudi from Gaza, stuck in Egypt due to the war. My family and I are facing unimaginable hardships due to the ongoing war in Gaza. My wife and I lost our home and our jobs in Gaza. I used to work in the union as a data entry technician, and my wife used to work as a school teacher. I am currently living in very poor conditions. I also suffer from a slipped disc and severe pain. I underwent extensive tests that showed that I suffer from a dislocated vertebrae and need surgery to fix the vertebrae.
I need surgery to fix my vertebrae and it costs 4000 euros. I hope you can help me by donating or sharing the post so I can get the surgery.🙏
We don't even know anymore. Khaled, my little one, has started pronouncing the word "bombing," and it terrifies me.
I’m not here to beg or list every detail—because even an entire newspaper wouldn’t be enough. The images on TV screens and the stories you see online already tell you so much about what we endure. But no matter how much you see, you’ll never truly feel what we feel. And I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.
How You Can Help🥺🙏
In this moment of despair, I reach out to you—not just as a stranger, but as a fellow human being. Our humanity connects us, and compassion knows no boundaries. Your kindness, no matter how small, can bring a glimmer of hope to our lives, shattered by war.
Here’s what we’re trying to rebuild:
The rest will go toward essential living expenses—because there’s no safety net here, no hospitals, no medicine, no healthy food.
Our baby has been sick countless times, and every evacuation has only made things worse. We need help to survive, to heal, and to dream of a better tomorrow.
Even a Little Means Everything
We appreciate your help, even if it’s just a small donation or simply sharing our story. Every bit of support matters. Together, we can rebuild what’s been taken from us and find hope amidst the rubble.
My Donation link here👇👇
In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.
P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3
En vista de eso, les vengo a compartir esta obra cinematográfica (imaginate a Cody en este AU así)
@gelu-the-babosa-multiversal
GELUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Ahora con Heatwave como Jayce y Kade como Violet
Te presento:
Las joyas de los memes de Arcane Latino:😎✌️
Te lo juro que este perfil esta lleno de puras joyas JSJKAAKKAJAKAJAJJAJAJAJ
Today I got the news that I will be part of a play at my school, I saw what you did Lord Dionysus (and I thank you very much)
Happy Anthesteria everybody ^^ 🍇🍷🎉
Special Digital Offering to Lord Dionysus
HAPPY ATHESTERIA! 🍇🍷
rise of the bacchus! (Blessed Anthesteria!!)
When the chariot of the sun rises after ten reckless nights,
The Bacchus rises with his nymphs and satyrs and in his hand is a thyrsus,
Creatures of the world dance in joy as the music fills their ears,
And the mothers smile at their children’s cheers.
Maenads, satyrs, nymphs of all types,
And the women, the workers, and people of all kind,
Children wear their ivy wreaths and they sing for the Bacchus,
‘My neighbors and friends have you heard the news?
Today, today, the son of Smele and Zeus
He walks the earth with his goblet filled with wine
With leopards and panthers walking with the divine.’
A pinecone and ivy vines curled around it,
The glorious thyrsus stands tall,
A symbol of the vintage god,
It gives him highlights, I must admit.
He lurks around the actors while they play a dramatic skit,
Giving them skill that makes us bawl,
As the lovers twirl in their waltz,
Moonlit lights and stars what a lovely skit
My neighbors and friends have you heard the news?
Today, today, the son of Smele and Zeus
He walks the earth with his goblet filled with wine
With leopards and panthers walking with the divine
God of grapes, wine, intoxication, ecstasy, insanity, inhibition, theatre, festivity, queerness, the wilds, madness, and pleasure.
Epithets
Maenoles ~ The Mad and Raging
Hestios ~ Of the Feast
Androgynos ~ The Androgynous
Phallen ~ The Phallic
Theoinos ~ God of Wine
Oinops ~ The Wine-Dark
Agathos Daimon ~ The Good Spirit
Kittophoros ~ The Ivy-Bearing
Staphylites ~ Of the Grape
Dimetor ~ The Twice-Born
Eleuthereus ~ Of Liberation
Soterius ~ Savior from Madness
Agyieus ~ Of the Streets
Mystes ~ Of the Mysteries
Khthonios ~ The Cthonic; Of the Earth
Melpomenos ~ Of the Tragedies; Of the Tragic Plays
Bassareus ~ The Fox-Like
Associations
Animals
Bulls
Leopards, panthers, tigers, and lions
Goats
Serpents
Foxes
Donkeys
Plants
Ivy
Grapes
Bindweed
Cinnamon
Silver fir trees
Cedar / Pine trees
Colors
Purple
Red
Black
Silver
Gold
White
Offerings and Devotional Acts
Wine and other alcohols
Cigarettes and other tobacco products
Other intoxicating substances
Candles and incense
Foods and drinks
Dried flowers
Bones
Coins
Symbols of queerness (pride flags, empty HRT vials, pride related colors, etc.)
Jewelry
Crystals and stones
Ivy and other vined plants
Fresh or dried fruits
Plants
Going to theatre performances
Going to bars and clubs
Getting intoxicated
Performance art
Dancing
Practicing moderation
Visiting vineyards and orchards
(credit to @sister-lucifer for the Dionysos themed dividers!)
Goddess of the hearth, home, family, and the eternal flame.
Epithets
Aidios ~ The Eternal
Basileia ~ Queen
Polymorphos ~ Of Many Forms
Polyolbus ~ Of Many Blessings
Potheinotati ~ The Beloved
Prutaneia ~ Of the Polis; Of the Communal Hearth
The First and The Last
Associations
Animals
Chickens
Cattle
Pigs
Donkey
Colors
Red
Orange
Brown
Gold
Bronze
Black
White
Offerings and Devotional Acts
Keys and other symbols of the home
Flames and lights (including electric ones)
Bread and other grain-based foods
Home cooked meals
Beer and wine
Kettles, teapots, and teacups
Olive oil
Incense and candles
Fresh or dried flowers
Jewelry from family members
Apples
Anything that reminds you of home
Something that acts as an eternal flame (I and many others use salt lamps and electric candles)
Cooking and cleaning
Veiling
Practicing modesty (can relate to veiling, but doesn't have to!)
Spending time with family (given or chosen)
Caring for plants and pets
Journaling
Decorating your home
(credit to vibeswithrenai for the Hestia themed dividers!)
Digital Offering to Lady Hestia 🔥🫏
For some reason I saw this image and thought of Cody but after the last episode of season 4, let's say he developed sleepwalking as a side effect of the Moroco device.
The truth is that I want to make a fanfic (well, actually many), where from what I said before that Moroco don't plan anything well and I want to do something about it.
But I also want to make one with the side effects and scars that not only Moroco, but everything that Cody went through left him with, the truth is I don't know if I want to combine it with my idea of Cody being deaf by Moroco's technology and I don't know if this image will also appear in any of that.
Digital Offering to Lord Apollo and Lord Asclepius
This was in my mind lately and........ What if transformers prime team meet Optimus prime from transformers rise of the beasts movie.
And crow ask for a crossover 🗣️📢🔥
(its crow right?,my English is not working today)
Digital Offering to Lord Apollo and Lord Asclepius
I don't know who needs to hear this but it's ok if you can't hear your deities talking, whether physically or mentally
It's ok if you don't dream with them
It's ok if you can't feel their presence
It's ok, darling!
They still love you. They love you very dearly, just as much as you love them!
The Sun ☀️ Drawing a sunrise ☀️ Taking a picture of the sun ☀️ Bask in the sun while thinking of him ☀️ Wear yellows and warm tones ☀️ Golden makeup
Music 🎼 Learn an instrument or sing 🎼 Decorate with sheet music 🎼 Support indie/small musicians 🎼 Dance 🎼 Create your own musical chant in honour of him
Healing & Medicine 💊 Donate to health charities 💊 Eat healthily 💊 Learn first aid 💊 Exercise 💊 Expand your knowledge on health care
The Arts 📝 Write poetry 📝 Draw or paint 📝 Create clay models 📝 Visit a theatre 📝 Visit an opera or classical music performance
Oracles, Prophecy & Truth 🎴 Learn divination 🎴 Perform readings for yourself and others 🎴 Dedicate a tarot deck to him 🎴 Meditate with him in mind 🎴 Speak truthfully
Beauty 💄 Wear jewellery 💄 Dedicate an item of clothing to him 💄 Offer rings 💄 Self-care routine 💄 Makeup
Crystals 🪨 Citrine 🪨 Amber 🪨 Sapphire 🪨 Sunstone 🪨 Carnelian
Plants 🪻 Hyacinth 🪻 Laurel 🪻 Apple-trees 🪻 Bay leaves 🪻 Cinnamon
Misc. 💛 Learn his mythos 💛 Respect his twin sister Artemis, mother Leto, lovers, and children 💛 Visit his temples 💛 Include oranges or lemons in your drinks/food 💛 Work with the number 7 and celebrate Sundays
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸
I guess you don't need to ask these guys how often they think about the Roman Empire...
🌟 For Life or What? 🌟
We don't even know anymore. Khaled, my little one, has started pronouncing the word "bombing," and it terrifies me.
I’m not here to beg or list every detail—because even an entire newspaper wouldn’t be enough. The images on TV screens and the stories you see online already tell you so much about what we endure. But no matter how much you see, you’ll never truly feel what we feel. And I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.
We are victims of conflicts we never chose. We love life—deeply, desperately—as long as we’re allowed to live it. We don’t want war, we don’t want destruction. All we want is a future. A future for ourselves, for our children—a future like every other human being deserves.
How You Can Help In this moment of despair, I reach out to you—not just as a stranger, but as a fellow human being. Our humanity connects us, and compassion knows no boundaries. Your kindness, no matter how small, can bring a glimmer of hope to our lives, shattered by war.
Here’s what we’re trying to rebuild: 💔 $5,000 for the father. 💔 $5,000 for the mother. 💔 $2,500 for Khaled. 💔 $2,500 for Intesar. The rest will go toward essential living expenses—because there’s no safety net here, no hospitals, no medicine, no healthy food.
Our baby has been sick countless times, and every evacuation has only made things worse. We need help to survive, to heal, and to dream of a better tomorrow.
Even a Little Means Everything We appreciate your help, even if it’s just a small donation or simply sharing our story. Every bit of support matters. Together, we can rebuild what’s been taken from us and find hope amidst the rubble.
Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts. ❤️
Digital Offering to Lady Hestia
My name is Mohammed Ayyad from Gaza. My wife, children and I were displaced quickly since the first days of the war on Gaza, leaving behind all our wealth and dreams. We are forced to leave our home and live in the south of Gaza, Rafah.
A few days after we left the house and went to the south (Rafah) we announce our tactics to our home with ease our beautiful next and destroyed everything we owned. Everything we had went with the wind, we are now working in hell (the tent) suffering one from collecting wood to cook food which is clearly difficult to produce from the water that was spread and is polluted by the cursed war and our work we lose our source of livelihood.
I became a desperate refugee and dug into a very small tent, without water and food life became horrible and sad with the disappearance of the need to survive. It is a struggle for survival.
Because of the continuous bombing and the difficulty of living with the high expectations our life is security our life is peace, we ask generous people to donate to service our planes. Our lives are threatened at any time, and everyone is exposed and death is not. We have never been safely moved to a place until war, and we have never lost our lives at any moment. Every little contribution counts, and your donation, small and big, makes an impact and helps improve safety and compatibility.
@appsa
@vetted @bilal-salah0 vetted #schoolhater
Digital Offering to Lord Apollo and Lord Asclepius
I hope they can protect you of any sickness and if you have one,they can heal you,have a good Sunday ☀️⚕️
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Thanks to your incredible kindness, we’ve reached 19,800 out of 30,000. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now: 🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us. 😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment. 💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude, Mosab and Family ❤️
Reblog daily for health and prosperity
I am making so many “hey mutuals!” posts but this one is serious and it applies to everyone who sees this post actually. PLEASE REBLOG.
I just had to block someone with this flag as their pfp -
For those who don’t know, this is the MAP pride flag. This flag represents pedophiles.
Please reblog so people know that they are not welcome anywhere. Mutuals I BETTER see y’all reblogging this