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.
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.
#crisis #humanrights #emergency #donate #pleasehelp #tumblrcommunity #survivestories #reblogtohelp #signalboost
Fine... I'll do it myself
Feel free to suggest more songs I could add
I don't have the guts to put EVERYTHING i wrote here, but here is something I think was quite poetic.
I feel guilty that I am not just a mould, a print to shape and transfix into every area possible so that I can infinitise my gratitude for other's existences yet take the same familarly comfortable shape of a human so that my sole priority is other's pure pleasure and comfort and overall wellbeing.
and
I feel like I am performing a sob-story to a wrongly-empathetic audience and that any minute now they will all be struck with horror to find that their beloved comfort light-amongst-the-dark, brave-through-everything character is actually a monster and I have monstrosised the silent hero in the story. Worse still, it brings more guilt to me that I know this turning point/ cliffhanger will never come.
man. shoplifting in the 70s must have been so easy. no cameras in sight only living in the moment
david tennant is hot i'm not retracting this thought
Nest at the End of the World
Aziraphale ♡ Crowley • 25k • Rated.T
Aziraphale hears it all. The flood of love. The joy. The unbearable hope.
“I thought you’d want to meet her.” Crowley adds, quieter now. “Her name is Julie.”
A pause. The French accent is soft but unmistakable, deliberate.
Aziraphale frowns. Crowley knows he’s not exactly enamored with all things French… except, perhaps, their pastries.
“You gave her a French name?”
Crowley swallows. The movement is small, but Aziraphale sees it. He did it on purpose.
“We live in France now,” Crowley says. “On an estate. In Brittany.”
His gaze drops to the baby again, and something in him softens, melts—as if her very presence rewrites him, makes him new. That baby has changed him. And Aziraphale—aching, unsure—wonders if he’ll ever be allowed to know this version of Crowley.
Crowley’s voice is quiet. Almost hesitant. A hope dressed in humility.
“We wouldn’t mind moving back to London… if you’d like to see us more.”
Aziraphale doesn’t answer at first. His lips part—then close again. The baby stirs softly in Crowley’s arms, a tiny sigh escaping her, as if she feels the tension coiled around her fathers’ heart.
Aziraphale’s eyes flick to her, and something inside him shatters. She is real. She is theirs. And she is… beautiful.
His breath catches. He wants to step forward. He wants to touch her. He wants to know her. But instead—he steps back.
“I…” His voice breaks, and he quickly swallows, collecting himself. “I can’t. I won't. This can’t end well, Crowley, it never does.”
He doesn’t want to be cruel, but he needs to be real.
-Chap.11 - Dust and Silences-
wow what an asshole
How very depressing that Neil Gaiman had trended not even a tiny bit for demonstrating what a fucking horrific person he is.
As a reminder, he's suing Caroline Wallner, one of his accusers, for breaking her NDA. Not for libel. He's saying she shouldn't have told anyone about it, not that she lied.
He doesn't need the money. He's risking the Streisand effect. He is punishing Caroline, he's trying to intimidate other victims who have signed NDAs to scare them into continued silence.
He is no friend to women, to the LGBTQIA+ community, to anyone quite frankly unless he thinks they are of value to him.
Share the story. Put it on Facebook and bluesky and whatever else you're on. Make it clear what a horrifying person he is. Tell your friends. He's paying Edendale a fortune to try and cover this up. Make this hard for him. Make it cost him money.