Tall People Who Also Like To Float

This is the story of a wounded Palestinian woman, a reflection of so many of us living in Gaza. Her hijab soaked in blood could be mine—her pain is mine. I am an oppressed and weak woman in Gaza, and I carry unbearable grief. My baby, Qais, was injured in the war, and the hospital refused to treat him because we don’t have the money. I am begging you with all that’s left in me—please help us. Your donation could be the difference between life and death for Qais. He needs urgent care and medicine that we simply cannot afford.

Life in Gaza crushes us every single day:

1. I wait in line for two hours to bring back food to our tent—food that’s barely enough to keep us going.

2. I clean the shoes of strangers in the street—just to earn a little money to buy Qais the medicine he needs.

3. We were turned away from the hospital—they told us no money means no treatment, even for a two-year-old child.

I carry this burden in silence, but I can’t keep going alone. I’m doing everything in my power to save my child, just as countless mothers here are doing for theirs. Without help, I’m afraid I will lose him. Please, donate anything you can—even the smallest amount could buy Qais a dose of medicine, a warm meal, or another chance to live. Share our story. Stand with us. Help me keep my son alive.

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i think there's something really wrong with me

I'm not an artist but sometimes I draw???

🕊️ 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.

Could I request mermaid dick and princess Kory

YES, yes you can!

And they all lived happily ever after...♡

until Bruce tried to ruin everything

...he just misses his son 🥲

TREAT YOU BETTER

curly x reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, more platonic leaning but can be seen as romantic if you want, hurt comfort, j#mmy bashing, friends to best friends, pre-game

Summary! Simple, convince Curly that Jimmy isn’t good for him, and that he’s an asshole.

You stilled watching Jimmy talking to Curly.

Furrowed brows tightening when seeing how uncomfortable and stiff Curly had become when Jimmy started to expressing a certain amount of anger.

Too much anger.

“Jim, God- please-“

“No, it’s you that needs to do this! For me, or I’ll end up somewhere worse, and so will you.”

You grimaced at the language. You watched as Curly stepped back experimentally. Nervous and anxious around the angry man in front of him.

"God you know what! Fuck you Curly!"

Your eyes blinked rapidly as Jimmy walked away. It left Curly standing there with an opened mouth. Shaking clenched fists and clear incoming tears he chose to push down.

Softly, "Curly."

His body shook as he found you staring at him. Slowly you took his hands and led you to somewhere else in the mall. "Let it all out."

You pulled the man into an embrace. Curly's sobs were gut wrenching. Piled upon piles of repressed feelings were let out.

Softly you rubbed his back as he sobbed his loving heart out.

Curly was a man that cared too much, and didn't like conflict. Caring way too much about Jimmy who was horrible to him.

Curly was too good for that piece of shit.

Curly let that love affect everything. All to not upset the angry and manipulative Jimmy. You scowled at the thought of that man.

"Don't listen to that piece of shit, Curly. He's wrong." You whispered into the blondes ear.

"But-"

"Sshh. Don't talk." Hand goes up to his curls and ran a hand through them. Too far, maybe but it soothed the man in your arms.

"He's wrong. About you, Curly. You're not too much and it's him who is guilty. He's grown man that needed to take responsibility for his own actions."

Slowly, you pulled away. Your hands cupping the man's face firmly. Curly's eyes were puffy with red nose. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at you.

"It is him who'll fall and only him. He's doing it to make it seem like it's your fault because he's dependent on you, Curly."

Curly didn't speak. He listened.

The screws were turning in his head as he listened to your words.

"Making you feel responsible for him then you'll fall for this little fuckery he's casting." You smiled. A laugh followed, "You're too kind and conflict avoiding, Curly."

You removed your hands from Curly's face. Still and frozen he watched you smile gently at him but firmness stayed.

"Don't settle for a piece of shit like him. No man treats his friend like that. Not like luggage, and clearly manipulating you like everything's your fault when it's his."

Curly nodded. He wiped his tears and snot away with his sleeve. "He's bad. To me?" A question and not a statement.

"Yes, he's bad for you. An asshole, Curly."

You squinted your eyes and saw how Curly was fighting himself in his head. "God, just what has Jimmy done to you, Curly."

You had a sneaking suspicion that if this continued then something would happen. Something terrible and Jimmy would do something terrible.

Something terrible to someone else, and Curly.

Curly wouldn't know how to help and it would be too late. It was best to put an end to this now, or else.

"That position at Pony's Express. Curly." Your voice was firm. Eyes practically glaring at Curly who froze up.

"I don't mean to be forceful but you can't allow Jimmy to be with you or on a ship with you or anyone honestly. I'd prefer it that way but if you do get him a job then make sure he's far away from you." You set a hand on Curly's shoulder.

"Or make sure he's set low on the ladder. He's gonna hurt people. He's gonna hurt you, Curly. So please." You begged.

"Okay...I see how he's...What he's done to me..." Curly spoke quietly. Still sniffling and tears still falling from his face.

He swallowed and cleared his throat. "Okay." He picked his head up.

Firmly.

Like a captain.

You smiled. Like a captain.

PREACH 🙏

I could write a full-on essay on this. I might honestly

I just really miss pre 2000s Batman. The one that didn’t abuse the kids he saved up from abusive homes and from the streets, the one that loved and raised them. That mourned them and grieved hard enough Alfred thought Bruce would kill himself. Yes he trained them and pushed them to the brink but he still loved them. Ferociously. Step to his family and he steps to you in his 300,000 dollar rich man loafers.

FAMILIARITY

absolute trinity x reader | sfw

CW! gn! reader, slight angst, character x reader romantically involved, multiverse shenanigans, drabbles, spoilers for absolute comics

Summary! Absolute Trinity meeting their s/o from the mainstream universe

BATMAN

"Bruce..."

His name was soft off your lips. The heat was hot on her skin as you looked up at the tank of a mine in front of you. The Batman from your home was less big, actually a lot.

"You know me...?" His voice felt hostile. Albeit it wasn't your Bruce it was him. He was big and still handsome. "You’re different from where I know you." You smiled at him.

He was still confused it seemed.

"You can take off your mask, Bruce." You asked hesitantly.

"How can I trust you?" His lips morphed into a scowl.

You faltered but you raised your head, “I’m not sure what’ll make you trust me, but I do know your parents would be very proud of you. I know that, and my version of you knows that. Even if he doubts it.”

Bruce stared at you blankly. His giant hand raised to bull down his cowl to reveal a very young man with still some wonder in those eyes. Short black hair and baggy eyes.

You stepped forward and cradling his face between you hands. Bruce didn’t know why but he allowed you himself to lean down for you.

“You’ve been working hard.” You smiled quite sadly, “Things never change do they.” You said it like it was a fact instead of question.

He titled his head with narrowing eyes. “The other you is rich, but also just as sad. He works so hard and is always blaming himself. Doing everything to make sure Gotham thrives. Things never change.”

He nodded. His blue eyes blanking as they stared at you. Only seeing love in those eyes of yours. No matter what he’s done, or perhaps violent, whether it was him or the other him you’d love him.

“He treats you good?”

“Always. He cares too much, so much it’ll kill him if he’d ever to lose me or anyone else he cares about.” You reassured.

Bruce found himself thinking that when he met his world’s you he’d protect you too. If this was you and your original then he’d protect you too.

Yeah, he couldn’t lose anyone else otherwise he’d lose it too.

WONDER WOMAN

“Woah you’re so tall and pretty!” You giggled when looking up at the woman with flowing dark hair, blue eyes, and red tattoos.

Diana, but not your Diana. Someone who belonged to the darkness, but good. She was intimidating but she was warm like the sun. Just like your Diana.

“Why thank you.” It was her, definitely. “You’re not from here. You came through with magic. May I ask how that happened?” She mused with a tiny laugh as you got a look at her prosthetic arm.

“A man named Savage made a device that sent people to different universes. It broke in the fight and I got sucked in.”

You played with the parts of your hero costume as you stared up at her tall stature. “My Diana, she tried to save me but couldn’t reach me.” You thought of your Wonder Women.

Just as beautiful and dressed in blue,yellow, red, and white. Flowing black hair and her blue eyes. She looked like a goddess and looked like light.

“My Diana? Another version of me, good [ ]?”

“Yes, my Diana is a lot less dressed in darkness and born in Paradise Island, a land full of women called Amazons.” You noted how she froze when she heard you speak.

You wavered over her expression. “You aren’t from Themyscira. From Hell maybe?”

“How did you figure it?” Diana’s brows were up to her forehead as you giggled. “You’re whole getup kinda screams hell. But you’re still my Diana. I can see that.”

Diana hadn’t met you in her reality. She hoped you existed here, and was just as kind as you.

A smile that made you shine like the sun. A sun that Diana only experienced when she arrived her on Earth.

“I see. Well I’m glad your perception is of me being evil.” She summed up. Her arms bulking as she crossed her arms. Your eyes glittered in excitement as she did so.

“Of course, because no matter how my Diana looks I’ll always love her.” The heat from your cheeks were loud. Diana couldn’t deny the flush of her cheeks.

Truly you were the birth of the Gods. A treasure she would protect; in every universe and any version of you.

SUPERMAN

Clark, or Kal-El floating in the air with blue eyes that were haunting. He didn’t give off that golden retriever aura like you were so used to.

He wasn’t all that huge, and this Superman was lean yet fit. Those eyes weren’t all that calming but haunting. Bright gold was shining off of his suit. Long hair and fair amount of stubble on his chin and jaw.

He was distant.

So unlike your Kal-El. In fact there was no Clark Kent. Simply the his Kyrptonian identity.

If was it was there then it was nonexistent.

Suddenly you felt a red cape surround you. Kal-El coming down and wrapping it around you. Your clothes were ripped. How you got here, but all you knew is that a machine by Gorilla Grodd broke and here you were.

That last memory being Clark being too late in saving you. Tears flowing from his eyes as you escaped into a blue light, and here you were.

“Kal-El…”. You shakily spoke.

“You know me?” He spoke. His voice still as he stared at you blankly. His mind twisting in gears. “Yes, but not mine. I can see that. I’m not from here.” You looked around to see the torn down buildings.

“You’re so much different from my Kal-El. My Superman is much more smiley, but I can see there’s goodness in you.” You looked hopeful into your eyes.

“This world is ugly. Some of these humans are ugly.”

His words made you still. Kal-El looked at you when he felt you falter. Shock in your eyes. That expression fatally fell to a sad smile.

“This world has been cruel to you.” Your hand drifted to his face. He didn’t know why but he allowed himself to melt into your touch. “But you still want to help. Humans are horrible but still fighting will make a difference.”

His expression seemed somewhere else. Like he was hearing someone else’s voice. Blue eyes flickering everywhere for anyone around you two. They came back to you and looking your eyes, locking eyeballs.

A hopeful look in them, “In your world, is it good?”

“Yes, and evil. But we do our best because even the tiniest effort can make the difference, Kal-El.” You gave him a smile. Cupping his face to which he melted.

A loud explosion was heard from elsewhere. Immediately you found yourself in his chest. His suit feeling different, and not made out of cloth like your Superman.

Kal-El made up his mind. Until you could return back to your universe he would protect you. Your world needed your goodness, and so did his other version.

After all it was true. Even if his suit said otherwise. Because maybe a world can be saved from themselves.

Just one step at a time.

Bruce: *putting superman to shame with his workout routine*

Clark: Hey Bruce, is everything okay? Did Bane get out again?

Bruce, without pausing: I tried to pick Jason up last week but I ended up dropping him. I need to get stronger so I can carry all of my kids >:(

ALONE WITH ME

anya x reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, referenced s@, jimmy bashing, hurt comfort, ambiguous ending, pre-crash, can be seen as either platonic or romantic, Drabble

Summary! instead of coming to curly with what happened anya confides in you about what happened to her.

“Can I talk to you.”

Anya asked you with a blank stare. You blinked and nodded with a smile, “Sure what is it?”

You noticed her eyes flicker to Jimmy who was talking with Captain Curly. There was something in Anya’s eyes but then dismissed it and grabbed your hand.

“Anya?” You said a little louder than normal, and it caught the attention of Curly and Jimmy. Anya spared nothing and sped you guys to the medbay.

You were surprised to see her close and lock the door.

“Anya? What’s going on?” You asked hesitantly. Fiddling with the sleeve of your uniform you watched her body language. Anya was figidty and struggled to meet your eyes.

She looked closed to tears.

“Hey it’s okay… Can I touch you?”

She shivered at your words. Her eyes looking up at you and nodded. Slowly you held her hands and staring at her with soft eyes. “It’s okay. What is it, Anya?”

Her voice trembled, “uh…night before something happened to me.”

Her body was tense and trembling as she continued to articulate what she was gonna say.

“Jimmy, he came into my room and…”

Your gasp cut her off. Immediate anger filled you and then sadness. “Oh Anya.” Your hands tightened on to hers. “A hug?”

She immediately took your offer. You two held each other in an embrace. On the bed you held her. Anya’s head on your chest as she cried her loving heart.

“We can talk to Curly, and we’ll see what we can do about that asshole.” You subtly growled saying the monster’s name.

“What if Curly doesn’t do anything? He and Jimmy are friends.” She whimpered.

“The birthday party; you saw how Jimmy was…” You titled your head to see her becoming more teary eyed.

“I’m pregnant.”

Your eyes went wide. “Mother fucker.” You cursed lowly. “We’ll figure this out. I’ll beat that fucker, or maybe throw him out into space.”

Your hands went through her black locks. “It’ll be okay. We’ll convince Captain Curly, even tell Daisuke and Swansea, and we can deal with him.”

Your hands cupped her face, “it’ll be okay. I won’t ever let anyone hurt you again. If no one does anything then I’ll be the one to kill the bastard…”

“Even without Captain Curly’s permission.”