Using "what Were YOU Doing At The Devils Sacrament" To Mean "yeah I Made An Embarrassing Reference But

Parents: yeah thank you so much for letting the little kids audition it’s really nice you include them

Me: *truly delighted to listen to yet another four-year-old’s rendition of Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?, six-year-old’s trio presentation of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and an eight-year-old’s cover of Bowser’s Peaches Peaches Peaches song*

Smth abt zhongven man…..uuuurrggh

Gods who’ve lived through thick and thin together, only growing closer as each of the other Seven passes away. The table once full of familiar faces replaced with new ones.

Venti laying his head on Zhongli’s lap, strumming an old song from a bygone era, in old Inazuman or Fontainian dialect, only for a small tear tear to plop down on his cheek from above as Zhongli remembers the archons who have passed.

He holds Venti tighter, sighing, and Venti just continues to sing.

Once upon a time they couldn’t stand each other’s guts. And yet they slowly began to realize how precious each other’s company was, how they were wasting time and breath keeping up these pretenses of repulsion.

No one else in the world would remember the songs Venti sang, besides Zhongli.

No one would remember the tales of Archons past, besides Venti.

Perhaps they can forge a new future, together, and not completely let go of the past.

My name is Yasmin, a 28-year-old mother of three—Elin, Nasr, and Jameel.

https://gofund.me/9a85746a

I’m from Gaza, where every day is a struggle between hope and survival. Life was never easy, but we held on to the dream of building a safe and secure future for our children. After years of living in rented homes, we finally completed building our own house, a place we could call home.

But then, tragedy struck.

In the early days of the war, our home was bombed, leaving us with nothing—not even a single wall to return to. At the same time, I am battling cancer, and I had to leave with my children and family to the south of Gaza to continue my treatment. My husband, Mohammad, stayed behind in the north to care for his brother, whose leg was amputated and who needed his help.

For a month, Mohammad cared for his brother, but one day he went out to find food. That was the last time I heard from him. I’ve lost all communication since, and I don’t know if he has been captured or, God forbid, killed. The uncertainty is unbearable, and my children keep asking for their father.

Now, I find myself alone, trying to provide for my three young children while also continuing my cancer treatment. I am in desperate need of help to travel for further treatment and to support my children, who have already lost so much.

I am humbly asking for $5000 for myself and $2500 for each of my children, Elin, Nasr, and Jameel, so we can continue our fight for survival and rebuild our shattered lives.

Your support will give us a chance at life, hope, and a future. Please help us during this time of unimaginable hardship.

Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

cats love tupperware beds

he's never found him more attractive

Pink Prison, a comic I did for my color theory class this semester! we had to pick a color, research it, and do a piece related to it somehow. i chose pink :)

Someone has been arguing back and forth in the comment section of one of my BNHA fics for almost a year now. The world is full of people.

Mondstat: the number one best nation in Teyvat for human rights and general quality of living

Liyue: the second best nation in Teyvat for human rights and quality of living because if it was any lower they’d have to deal with Mondstats archon pressuring the people of Liyue into starting a rebellion against his own husband