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Around 1 million Palestinians are now in Deir al-Balah in central Gaza following the latest Israeli forced displacement orders.
Nearly half of Gaza's population is now concentrated in a town that lacks even the most basic infrastructure and is also under Israeli bombardment.
Someone asked me why I collect all this money, a logical question, and my answer is to leave Gaza, because we are dying every minute for no reason, this may be my last post.
If I don't post anymore, I'm dead, so do what you can to save me.😭
gofund.me/0a023c9c
AHED HAS ONLY REACHED €5,005 OUT OF €80,000 !!!
Please go donate on this gofundme link if you can, and if you can't share this post and their link to help more people reach them!!!
These are their Instagram and Tumblr profiles and their gofundme link.
@ahedalshaer
https://www.instagram.com/ahed.samahfamily?igsh=MWhwb2JvdWY2MjVweA==
https://www.instagram.com/ahedalshaer?igsh=MXN4ZzF1Y3o0azdndw==
"Hello,
Please read this as if I'm a member of your family . maybe your sister, daughter or a friend and as if my family who's under death now is yours.
we are Ahed and Samah from Gaza, specifically the city of Rafah. I am Ahed, 22 years old, I study dentistry at Al-Azhar University in Gaza in the fourth year. Samah is 18 years old. She is supposed to be in high school this year. Her family consists of a father, a mother, 3 brothers, and one sister, the father. His name is Naji, the mother’s name is Kawthar, and the brothers are Jamal, Hamdan, and Hamada.
We created this campaign so that Ahed could complete her education outside Gaza and to help the Samah family, in light of this tragic war, live a decent life and get out of Gaza and move them to a safe place away from war and genocide. Samah’s father is diabetic, and you know that in Gaza, medicines are not available at all, and his health condition is deteriorating, and her mother suffers from chest infections, and her treatment is also not available, and you know that in Gaza, the health situation is very deteriorating due to the bombing of hospitals, their destruction, and them being out of service as well, not to mention the pollution and the spread of diseases and insects in the places. In which they sit. They were displaced to tents in the Mawasi Khan Yunis area after the occupation forces invaded their area, bombed their house, and completely destroyed it, and they no longer had a place to go."
"I am Samah, and this is our first place of displacement in Tal al-Sultan in Rafah before we left it while we were besieged by tanks and occupation vehicles. Please help my family so that we can live in safety and leave Gaza."
"This is Ahed, a 22-year-old dental student in the fourth year of university. She was just beginning to realize her dream of becoming a dentist in order to treat and help people by practicing her specialty, which she had always dreamed of entering. She worked hard and succeeded in high school until she was accepted. Until this damned war came and destroyed her future, demolished her university and destroyed it completely. Ahed wants to complete her education outside Gaza so that she can achieve her dream and be able to pay university fees, which she cannot pay except with your help. These are some excerpts from photos of Ahed while she was at university practicing and studying her major."
"Samah is supposed to study high school this year, which is the separating year between the school stage and the university stage, which will direct her to build her future, but the war came unexpectedly and education was completely stopped in the Gaza Strip. I hope that Samah can complete her education abroad by entering schools outside the country. Help her to complete her education and ensure her future."
"Living in tents is very difficult, especially in the summer. It is as if you are living in a furnace or in hell. In fact, there is no electricity, no water, no food, no drinking. The situation is very tragic. Everything is suffering here in the tents or in Gaza in general because of the difficulty of everything. In order to get water, you want to stand in line for hours until you get a small amount of it. There are really no minimum necessities for life in Gaza, so my family and I want to go out so that we can live a decent life without water. Suffering or fear of bombing and death to which we are exposed at any moment.
I will tell you about cooking on firewood due to the lack of gas. It is very difficult and painful, especially since my mother has chest infections and we are in the summer and the temperature is very high."
"I want your help in raising money so that we can help Ahed, Samah, and her family leave Gaza and support them in this war. In the end, I hope that you will help me as soon as possible so that we can travel and complete Ahed’s studies and help Samah’s family get out of Gaza to safety. A small donation from you can make a difference in this campaign.
Asking for your help is the only way I have to rescue my family’s life and future, your help may become our hope when hope is far away from us under these conditions, every dollar you can help with may save a life, bring hope to a tired heart and save a future of a youth one
Please don’t read this as a tragedy story ,, I’m here to ask you to prevent it from getting more tragedy and to help us start our life all over again. I’m here to ask for your help not your sympathy , to ask you to take action whether by donating or by sharing this to everyone you know who can help, please read this with your heart and take action as if it’s your family, your mom, your siblings who are under these conditions."
"Best wishes ❤️❤️"
Unfortunately I couldn't include all the photos. This is all from Ahed gofundme link. You can read and see all the photos there for yourself.
Please, if you can't donate share this post and link as much as you can so maybe it can reach someone who can donate.
Thank you❤️🇵🇸
📍Helping Lama & Mohammed to evacuate from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸
I'm Lama Al-Hourani, 24 years old, administrative assistant from Khan Younis in the Gaza Strip and my husband Mohammed, 30 years, an accountant for Elites Centers Group in the Gaza Strip.
We married in August 2022, our lives are filled with love, happiness and comfort in a beautiful, quiet, spacious and warm house that has never lacked anything of all the requirements and luxury and this house was like everything we had. Life turned upside down in Khan Yunis ground war.
My husband's family of 12 people and I had to be forcibly displaced to the city of Rafah without anything in a tent that does not accommodate five people in a cold and harsh winter with the difficult possibilities of life without income and all the necessities of life are 20 times the price of more than its normal price.
On the 120th day of the war, our beautiful house was bombed, which I did not live in for more than two years. The family house of six floors has settled on the floor and we only have some beautiful memories and some pictures left.
My husband lost his job because of the occupation blowing up the centers in the Gaza branch and Khanyonis, and we lost the beautiful family car as well, and I stopped working as well because of this grinding war.
We became homeless and jobless. Help us get out of Gaza. Every dollar makes a difference and saves our lives.
Can you do a Eloise x fem reader fic where it’s just fluff of them waking up to each other in the morning? Xx
thirtheen beaches :: eloise bridgerton x reader
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝.
𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚.
𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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[ Note: this is possibly one of my favorite requests! eloise was the first bridgerton that caught my eye, and there aren’t a lot of fics about her :(, sorry if this was too short! ]
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It was still five-thirty pm, the sun slowly rising from its rest. Eloise had woken up from her slumber, her dream consisted of various events she cannot fathom, while she was thinking about her dream, the figure beside her slowly started to open her eyes.
“Good morning, Eloise,” Grinned (Y/n), as she looked up at Eloise with a smile on her face, “Eloise?” Groaned (Y/n), yawning in the process. “Good morning, my love” Eloise greeted, kissing her lover on the cheek. “Good morning,” Giggled (Y/n), while wiping the smooch Eloise gave her.
Due to the tons of views on same-sex relations, Eloise and (Y/n) had to keep their rendezvous a secret. They thought it was not fair, how the ton treated people like them like witches like they weren’t entitled to be together based on their gender. It anguishes (Y/n) and Eloise to see each other at balls dancing with different people their mamas set them up with. If anyone were to find out what they were up to the Bridgerton and (L/n) name shall be destroyed.
“You will never guess what happened in my dream,” Eloise began, preparing for the speech she was about to convey. “Did you dream about me?” Fluttered (Y/n), her response earned a raspy chuckle from Eloise. “Frankly, I did,” - “Oh, do tell!” (Y/n) wiggled her eyebrows in anticipation, knowing Eloise would be rambling all morning.
“We were in a garden crammed with tulips, roses, and sunflowers everywhere, and both of us sitting next to each other as the fireflies flutters around us, we were allowed to be who we truly are,” Smiled Eloise, while she kissed the back of (Y/n)’s hand. “Even how wonderful the thought can be, we can’t even do such as smile at each other without other people noticing,” (Y/n) and Eloise frowned at each other.
“At least I have you here,” She tried to save the moment, it was rare for Eloise and her to stay the night, Eloise had to borrow her brother’s clothes, a woman out in the middle of the night must be deemed inappropriate.
“You are right, in both ways sadly, let’s enjoy this moment for a little while for I have to go in three minutes, I enjoyed your company, even if we mostly slept through it,” Eloise’s morning voice was angelic, her voice was naturally raspy but this added more, that’s what (Y/n) hoped to wake up every day to.
“Are you sure you can’t stay for at least an hour more?” Asked (Y/n), hoping to get a yes from Eloise. “My family must be awake by then, I shan’t pull my luck any longer,” Stated Eloise.
“I want to stay like this forever, I don’t care what the ton thinks, it is my family I’m worried about,” - “I couldn’t agree more, I’m afraid that my family would abandon me if they found out about us, or prevent me from talking to you. What if Lady Whistledown knows about us?!” Gasped (Y/n), as she started worrying about her future, not only hers but Eloise and her family too.
“It doesn’t matter since we are both young and in love, I am infatuated with you Eloise, you’re the love of my life” (Y/n) whispered to Eloise, “You’re the love of my life too,” Smirked Eloise. “It has already been three minutes, I hope to stay with you forever, I’m tired of sneaking around like this,” Eloise groaned, as she started putting on her brother’s coat.
“As do I, Eloise… as do I,” Murmured (Y/n). They wished the ton understood them, they were as ordinary as any couple, just because they are both females, does not mean they shan’t be together.
Though, the ton accepting same-sex relationships were only present in their imaginations.
Eloise Bridgerton x reader! In which Eloise and the reader are friends and Eloise romantically likes the reader but is afraid to confess because she thinks she will be rejected (the reader likes her too, and sorry about the bad english, i'm using the translator 🥺)
Quite Telling
Eloise Bridgerton x Fem!reader
╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 487
╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: fluff and bit angst, pinning, short blurb.
-`｡ﾟ˘: ﾟ⋆ ––✷☽ ᱬ ☽✷––⋆ ﾟ: ˘ ﾟ｡.`-
Book’s often portray love as butterflies in your stomach, flattering body that gets weak when you see someone, and a high feeling. Eloise hated the books about love because she didn’t care for it, thinking it was all a lie.
And now she wished she read more.
How was she supposed to get over her feelings of being near you, or seeing your smile or hearing your laugh. The pain she felt from holding herself back from the urge to kissing you was horrible. All she could ever think about was you and she was becoming crazy.
“Dear, are you alright?” Violet asked her daughter who was lost in her thoughts, standing still at the window as rain poured down on the ground. Eloise snapped out of it and grabbed the book that was now in her lap back up and gave a reassuring smile.
“No need to worry, it’s just a beautiful day.” A mother knows much about her children and violet knew her daughter well. Eloise was often to push away when she was going through things. But she could push her to talk about it, so she just smiled and nodded her head.
Just as the sun rises and breakfast was done, the routine of visiting you for morning walks was the thing that woke her up. Her head went fussy when you grabbed ahold of her arm and her heart spiked like crazy.
“There isn’t much my mama has been telling me lately. Each gentleman walking up to door is all the same and non have half the wits they think themselves to have.” rolling your eyes annoyingly, Eloise laughs at your remark.
“Thank the heavens I have no callers, the one thing whistledown gave me was keeping them away.” you glance at her, there was still spite in her voice.
“It’s their lose anyway, you’re a Bridgerton. Pretty and smart sounds like a amazing catch.” you giggle. her cheeks flush red and look away at the compliment you gave her.
Pretty? You think she’s pretty and smart.
“Might I ask you something?” Her mouth speaks on its own before she could stop herself. you humming in agreement and focus on the ground as you walk. ears ready to hear.
could you ever love her? the lump in her throat tighten as her stomach dropped. all she wanted to do was confess or give you a hint. why was it so hard? she shouldn’t be afraid of it. but looking at you and the way the sun cased it’s golden light on you, the beautiful smile on your lips. she couldn’t find the courage.
“Purple?” the excuse didn’t work out as she wanted. you turn your head in confusion to what she meant.
she was a fool. “Purple or Blue? A dress for me tonight.”
“Purple, I like that color on you.”
then she shall wear it for the rest of her days.
𐀔 please don’t repost my fics on other websites. This is my writing. And I don’t own the characters just y/n.
in search of silence
Eloise Bridgerton x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: r is in an abusive marriage, angst, el to the rescue, some fluff at the end
Summary: Eloise and R are childhood best friends. When a new season begins, they find themselves reunited for the first time since R has entered her marriage that was set up by her parents.
Prompt: could i request a fic with childhood bestfriends eloise bridgerton x f!reader. eloise and reader stopped talking to each other as often because reader got married and one day eloise catches reader’s husband being mean to her (this can be physically or verbally) and eloise defends reader and they rekindle their friendship/old feelings for each other.
sidenote, ive always loved your mcu women fics and im SO glad you’re taking requests for eloise now 😭😭🫶
A/N: thank you anon!! for both the request and the compliment. i love eloise sm this was so fun to write
Muffled shouting stole Eloise’s attention when she escaped from the ballroom of this week's ball that she had been forced to attend with her family. She hadn’t wandered far enough to no longer be able to hear the string quartet playing, but the sound of a deep voice yelling angrily was hard to miss as she passed what she assumed was a drawing room.
Though Eloise knew she should not eavesdrop, she found herself unable to mind her business and stopped in her tracks, gravitating closer to the commotion.
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“I am through with you,” Your husband shouted, face red with rage.
The moment his hand had clasped forcefully around your wrist to drag you into a room with him earlier, you knew what was coming for you.
“James, please - someone will hear,” you responded in a hushed voice, thoroughly embarrassed at the thought.
“Let them! Everyone should know the bitch of a wife you are,” he spat.
You knew better than to talk back to him, and yet, “I’ve done nothing to you at all! You’ve no reason to -”
A heavy-handed slap to your face was sure to silence you. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheek, and your hand rose shakily to cradle the side of your face. Hot tears brimmed your eyes as you breathed deeply to steady yourself.
“I’m leaving.”
“Please -” you forced yourself to say, a feeble attempt to calm him down, lest his temper worsen on his way home.
“Enough from you! I-”
The door burst open and you felt as if your heart was about to leap out of your chest.
You were astounded to see Eloise standing in the doorway, her lips in a tight line. It had been long since you’d seen her last. She was beautiful, as always. For a moment you forgot your present situation until you noted the fire in her eyes. She was furious, but she kept herself composed, “Is everything alright in here? I heard quite the commotion from outside as I was passing by.”
“We are quite fine.” He turned back to you and after a moment, he spoke, “I’ll send the carriage back around for you once I arrive home. I cannot stand the sight of you at present.”
“Lady Bridgerton,” he said curtly. Eloise barely had time to register the fact that James was walking towards her and stepped out of his way just in time.
“Lord Anderson,” she managed out, deciding to forgo her polite curtsy. She had deemed that he did not deserve it.
You both jumped at the sound of the door slamming upon his exit.
Her head felt as if it was spinning. She’d recognized your voice from outside the instant you spoke. The thought of this being the reality of the marriage your parents had arranged for you devastated her. She wouldn’t let herself imagine how horrid it was for you when you were actually at home.
Your cheek still burned from being slapped and there was no doubt in your mind about it being tinged pink. You were beyond mortified and the relief of James finally having left had tears falling down your face rapidly.
As much as you wanted to take in Eloise, who you hadn’t had a moment alone with since last season, you were lost in your mind. You dreaded your impending arrival back home and prayed that your husband would be fast asleep.
After a few more seconds you pried your eyes away from the bookcase you had been staring at and settled your gaze on Eloise.
She somehow looked more stunning than you had remembered her to be and your heart squeezed painfully. Her hair curled carefully over her shoulders in such a familiar way and it reminded you of how you used to twirl her curls in your fingers whenever she would rest her head in your lap.
The Bridgerton made her way over to you carefully. The concern on her face was evident and you knew by the way her eyebrows were crinkling together that she had much to say.
She stopped when she was just a few feet in front of you. For once, she seemed unable to form a proper sentence.
You were sure she couldn’t find the right words. You weren’t sure how you should navigate this situation yourself, but you had had enough of the silence, “I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.”
Eloise shook her head immediately, “You have nothing to be apologizing for.”
There was another lull of silence. All either of you could do was look into each other’s eyes. Hers looked so sad. How you hated to see them so.
“I assure you I am quite alright.”
“There is no use in lying to me, Y/n/n.”
Your bottom lip trembles at the familiar nickname and she hurries closer, engulfing you in a hug.
She felt you trembling as she held you against her. “I’m here,” she whispered, arms wrapped tightly around you.
It was not long before sobs racked your body and all she could do was rub your back and occasionally give you a few words of reassurance. Eloise felt her heart splitting into pieces the longer you cried.
You were certain that you would give anything to stay in her arms forever. There was nowhere in the world where you felt safer. Her chest radiated warmth and you took comfort in the very familiar scent of her perfume.
Once you’ve calmed slightly, you apologize again, “I’ve missed you terribly. And I have been the furthest thing from a friend to you. I’ve allowed James to drive the people closest to me out of my life and I won't stand for it any longer.”
“I can’t have you getting in trouble because of me,” she shook her head.
“Oh, hush, El,” you chuckled wetly. “I’ve been in trouble with my Mama countless times because of you.”
She knew you were joking to make light of the situation, but she found nothing humorous about it. Especially not as she reached up to wipe away the tears on your face.
“How long has it been this way?” she inquired, speaking with a gentle voice.
“A handful of months. He’s become rather frustrated by the fact that I have yet to produce an heir for him and his displeasure with me grows stronger by the second.”
Eloise’s face scrunched in indignation, “That is ridiculous.”
“It’s fair enough - that is why he was searching for a wife in the first place.”
“It’s unacceptable behavior from him regardless of that fact,” she was quick to rebuke. She took your hand in her own and squeezed gently. The feel of your skin against hers made her heart race.
“I’d like to get out of the house tomorrow. Do you think your mother should have my head if I busied you the whole day?”
“Not at all. She’s missed you quite a lot as well,” Eloise smiled.
Your heart fluttered at the admittance.
“Will you be okay tonight?”
“I will. I’m sure he’ll drink himself to sleep the second he arrives home.”
You could tell Eloise didn’t like the sound of that, but she said nothing.
She was grateful that you wanted to spend the day with her tomorrow, not only because she would be eager to see how you were but also because she’d missed your company so very much.
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Almost two fortnights later, you’re riding in a carriage to a ball with your husband sitting across from you. He grows tired of waiting for you to finally come to be with child. Intercourse with him is nauseating and at this point, you’re praying that your courses don’t come next month for a multitude of reasons.
The ride is sour, as you’ve just had a nasty argument, ending in you being pushed into a table. Your right arm ached still, but you were sure that nothing was broken.
You were excited to escape from your husband and find your dear Eloise the moment the opportunity arose. Your feelings for her made you ever so giddy when you were around her. You felt almost childish at your eagerness to leave your husband and find your friend, but you had been swept into this marriage on your just first season out, which was only last year. It barely gave you any time to enjoy balls with her without courting.
Running around with Eloise at the last ball felt so normal, oddly enough. It was incredibly refreshing to spend the better part of the evening with her, sipping on champagne and cracking jokes. Even though you knew it was slightly improper as you were now married and should have been at your husband’s side, listening to him boast about his fortune and how impatient he was to have an heir with whoever would listen, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It did anger him, however. You had learned so after the last ball when he reprimanded you for almost half of an hour about your behavior as if you were his child and not his wife.
You’d decided to behave for the first hour, at least. It frustrated you so to listen to James drone on to his acquaintances, but you knew it was what needed to be done since he was already on edge from his earlier outburst.
The Bridgertons arrived after you, and you spotted Eloise immediately. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face when you saw the way her eyes lit up when she caught sight of you.
You squeezed James’ arm absentmindedly out of the excitement you felt. When he looked down at you, you played it off by giving him a look that should have been directed toward Eloise.
That had seemed to satisfy him well enough and he returned to his conversation, allowing you to return to observing your favorite Bridgerton from afar.
Eloise’s hair cascaded over one of her shoulders and two strands of soft curls beautifully framed the sides of her face. Her dress was blue, as it usually was, and it was embellished with embroidered flowers.
You could hardly peel your eyes away from her, but you forced yourself to redirect your attention to your husband once more.
After what you deemed an appropriate amount of time, you excused yourself to find more pleasant company.
It seemed as if you had run into almost every Bridgerton before her, though. You greeted all three of her present brothers before finding Violet and Agatha in conversation and curtsying to both. Violet even extended a hand to squeeze yours for a moment, happy to see you.
As soon as you began a conversation with her and Lady Danbury, you were accosted by Eloise, who gripped your arm excitedly. You winced briefly, now bruised from your earlier encounter with the table of your drawing room.
You relaxed your expression and the pinch in your brow was gone once it settled in that you were in Eloise’s presence, she still noticed your discomfort despite your futile efforts to mask it and found herself glancing down at your arm.
Her nostrils flared at what she saw, she had half the mind to find Lord Anderson at that moment, but she looked back up to you and saw the bright grin on your face and melted, a smile of her own growing quickly.
She swiftly looped her arm through yours and began to pull you away, wanting you to herself, “If you don’t mind, I’m going to steal Lady Anderson away. I’ve hardly had any time with her all week.”
The older women chuckled and shook their heads, recognizing this familiar routine that the two of you had been accustomed to last year.
“Have a nice time ladies,” Violet smiled, not even bothering to remind Eloise to attempt to fill a few spots on her dance card. She knew how the girl had missed you, and didn’t have it in her to force her daughter away from you. Violet rather appreciated how cheerful Eloise happened to get whenever you were around, especially at balls, where genuine smiles from the young lady were scarce.
Eloise guided you to a corner of the ballroom, not failing to make a stop at the refreshment table and hand you a lemonade. You were relieved to be by her side at last. There was nothing you had desired more in the past week, where you had only been able to promenade with her once, as James had been irritable.
The longer you were around her, the more you felt the pressure on your chest relieve itself. You were able to breathe so easily around Eloise. You suddenly became aware of the fact that her thumb was passively rubbing your arm and you had to blink a few times, not sure if you were dreaming it.
You ached for her to touch you more. You’d once attempted to imagine that your husband’s hands were hers, but they were far too rough, and you gave up quickly.
Your mind wandered for a moment, but before it could stray too far, you snapped yourself out of it.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” you pointed out, turning your head towards your best friend. It was quite unlike her.
She tilted her head in a shrug, “You seem as though you could use a little quiet.”
“You know me far too well, Eloise,” a smile returned to your lips, something she never failed to do, and you shook your head. “But please, if there’s anyone I’d like to hear ramble, it is always you.”
Eloise scoffed in mock offense, “I do not ramble.”
“You do, too,” you teased. “I like it.”
She chortles in response and the two of you hold eye contact. She looks at you with a fondness that you recognize yourself often directing toward her.
Eloise breaks it for a short moment to glance down at your lips.
When she does it once more, you’re suddenly overtaken by instinct and put your lemonade on a serving tray, taking hers and doing the same.
“What-”
Eloise is interrupted by you taking her gloved hand in your own and dragging her out of the ballroom. She doesn’t miss the way you check over your shoulder for your husband, who is heavily occupied, drinking and joking happily with his friends.
You begin making your way into the gardens when you hear Eloise chirp up from behind you.
“We shouldn’t be out here,” she says, not quite like she means it.
You roll your eyes, “Then it’s a good thing you’ve never cared for rules, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so,” she couldn’t be offended, it was true, and it was exhilarating to be truly alone with you for the first time in such a long while.
You stopped when you’d reached a dead end and you were sure you were not only alone but completely hidden from anyone looking outside.
Eloise tried to stop her mind from racing. She couldn’t be sure of why you had pulled her out of the ballroom. She waited with bated breath to find out, trying to suppress the excitement she felt. You could just be in search of fresh air, or actual silence, which required you to be far enough to hear the music no longer.
Your breathing quickened as you stood in front of her. She took note of it, and against her better judgment, let her eyes flicker to your chest. Then up to your lips, which were parted slightly. Her eyes lingered, before finally meeting your own.
While you badly wanted to tell her everything on your mind, you could hardly form a proper sentence, “El…”
You could hear her breath, ragged from nerves as she took a step closer to you.
There was a question in your eyes. You were grateful that you did not have to utter it. She knew.
She told you that she knew with the glassy nature of her eyes, the parting of her mouth, and her breath fanning across your face as she brought herself closer.
You closed the distance, pressing your lips to Eloise’s. The gentle kiss did not take long to turn eager, almost desperate, both of you feeling free from the sole secret you had kept from each other.
Her lips were soft and warm. They were everything you had dreamed of.
You lost yourself in Eloise, your hands finding their way to her jaw. Your body felt as if it was being lit from the inside when she pressed you into her with a firm hand at the small of your back. Your head almost spun from the contact of her chest against your own.
Despite not wanting to, you pulled away the slightest bit to catch your breath. You did not miss the way she chased your lips.
She had never looked more beautiful. Your heart swelled as she began to smile, which turned into a breathy chuckle.
You shook your head as you joined her with a giggle and let your arms wrap around your neck, hugging her tightly.
“I love you, El. So much,” you whispered.
You felt her breath hitch and her arms tightened around your waist, “I love you too. So very much. It pains me so to watch you from across a ballroom when I want nothing more than to be by your side.”
All of a sudden, your reality came flooding back to you.
“You deserve so much more than that brute that calls himself your husband. He should be honored to spend the time with you that he does. He is a fool for not seeing how precious you are.”
Tears welled in your eyes as she spoke, “I wish I had never married, El. I’m miserable.”
“I know. I’m not sure how much peace this brings you, but you should know that I am here for you, at any time of day or night. You could barge into the Bridgerton house in the late hours of the night and I shall be ready to dissolve your worries with my charming wits and whatever biscuits we can find in the kitchens.”
You found yourself laughing, as you always did in Eloise’s presence, “Thank you.”
“It is my pleasure,” her lips quirked up.
“What are we to do now? About us, I mean.”
“We’re going to have to find a way to get you out of that house of yours however often we can. And if Lord Anderson lays another finger on you I will sic my entire family and Lady Danbury on him. We’ll see how he likes that.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’d say I’m known for being ridiculous, you shouldn’t be surprised,” she raised a brow playfully before looking over her shoulder. “I highly doubt anyone is missing us in there…”
“What might you be suggesting, Miss Eloise,” you ask, feigning innocence.
“I think you know quite well what I suggest.”
Don’t ignore my appeal🚨🚨
My heart is breaking and my eyes are shriveled with sadness for me and my children😭💔
We lost our homes with everything we owned because of the war😢‼️, and my children were deprived of their rights😔
€25 will save our lives
Please help me to save my children🙏😢
Reblog and donate🇵🇸🙏
https://www.gofundme.com/f/please-help-this-family-get-out-of-the-gaza-war
hey yall i'm just here to remind you thomas betrayed WCKD and decided to send himself into a maze he knew he could not survive in for newt because he wanted to save newt — be there for him, so he won't feel so alone and bad in that place and so another suicide attempt doesn't happen — after seeing newt trying to kill himself. “i'm coming for you, newt.” NEVER forget that.
Do some people realize that the gladers were teenagers and they would be full of acne? Like, no they wouldn’t have perfect skin, I even doubt they had proper hygiene
“Thomas liked Teresa!!” “Thomas liked Newt!!” “Thomas liked Brenda!!”
He liked all of them but couldn’t decide. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.
“Who do you like?”
Thomas: “uhhhhhhh uhmmm about that- the thing is- I care about them all equally-? Uhm… yes. Yes.”
Thank you my friend for your support, thank you for your humanity. I hope you will always support me morally and financially to achieve the goal because I need that. We are exposed every second to hunger, fear, malnutrition and hygiene.
Yes, of course — I can’t donate right now, but as soon as I can I will! 🍉🌷
I am Mahmoud. I have the right to live in a house, not a tent. I have the right to have a playroom. Donate even 10 euros. That amount, even if it is small, will make a difference in my life and my family’s. Donate via the link in my CV. Thank you for coming. Please do not forget me.
Hello ! My supporting friends ,🖤💚💔🤍🍉
Thank you from my heart for what you are doing for the people of Gaza who are in bad need in this tough and dire time. 💔💚🖤🤍
You are examples for kindness, generosity and nobility. You have been standing with for long and showing how brave one should be in time of need. 🍉🍉🍉🍉
You helped me greatly to make progress in my campaign, but I am still in need of your kind support to reach my goal.✌️✌️
As noticed, the campaign is very slow😪😪 now and needs strong move and this can be carried out through your contribution and cooperation. 😯😯
Please don't leave us alone during this dire time. I am still in the first quarter of my campaign. ❣️❣️
https://gofund.me/0dc0aa34
I can't donate but I will try and spread this! ❤
Hello my friends who support Palestine ♥ ♥ I am Nada from Gaza, my family and I were forcibly displaced from our home to Mawasi Khan Younis, we are now living in a tent after we had a beautiful home.
A year before the war, we set up a shop, but the shop was completely destroyed and we lost our only source of income. 🥲
My sisters and I lost our father twenty years ago. He is detained in the occupation prisons and we do not know anything about him.
💔🇵🇸
With your donations and shares, you lessen our sufferings and hardships as you share our sufferings and struggles in getting the basic necessities and essentials of our daily life. Our challenges are how to get our food, drink water, medicine and other necessities. With your support, we are able to get such necessities and basic needs. You ease our pain and relieve our sufferings. We are very grateful and thankful to you for every single thing you offer no matter how small it is. ❤✌
Day 326 of the war on Gaza💔🥹
Please don't skip!🥹🙏
I have reached a low level of donations, no more than 10% of my goal (4960€)to protect my family. I have been running my campaign for four months and I have been struggling and I have not given up.
My goal 80.000 €
"please consider sharing or donating, to save my family".
I hope that you will not leave me alone and help me. I am trying to protect 7 people from my family and save them before it is too late. My hope and my life are linked to this link.
"please reblog and donate as much as you can "
5€ Or 10€ That's enough .
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O merciful heart, O lover of goodness and giving..
Hello, I am Oday from Gaza. I created a link to my gfm campaign to get me and my family out of Gaza. We live in very harsh living conditions. I contracted viral hepatitis as a result of malnutrition and there is no cure here. We die every day from the extreme heat of the tent, insects and scorpions. My sister is about to give birth to her first child. Our biggest fear is where will this child live in these circumstances? Help us bear the costs of leaving Gaza and the difficult costs of living and treatment.
I hope you will help us by donating or reposting. Make sure that every $5 can make a big difference in our lives
Your support and contributions are very important and appreciated, and I hope that you will continue to support us until we achieve the goal. Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🙏🏻
https://gofund.me/7fc8a826
This campaign was published and verified by@el-shab-hussein
hi! I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It’s $300 That’s all I need. I’m not asking for a windfall, just a little help, please.
Be blessed 💓🙏🙏💓
DONATE AND SHARE.
Yes, of-course — I can’t donate right now, but as soon as I can I will! 💖
Free Palestine - ceasefire now!
There is currently a strike for Palestine taking place from February 18th, 2024, to February 25th, 2024. During this time, I will only be posting about Palestine on this account and doing what I can to spread awareness. If you are able, I highly recommend participating in the strike in whatever way you are able - something is always better than nothing. Staying home from work and/or school, not buying anything that isn't strictly necessary, using your social media platforms only to boost posts about Palestine, etc., are all ways to help the efforts!
Below are various links for ways you can help Palestine, including educational resources, petitions, fundraisers, etc. If you have any to add on, please do, these are just the ones I've found so far.
Palestine Red Crescent Society
Palestine Children's Relief Fund
eSims For Gaza
Decolonize Palestine (Patreon)
Jewish Voice For Peace
Help Gaza Children
Islamic Relief Canada's Palestine Emergency Appeal
Medical Aid For Palestinians
Gisha (Israeli organization working to protect Palestinians' rights to the freedom of movement)
Click to help Palestine daily
Palestine Action
Attend an upcoming protest for Palestine (remember to mask up if possible, COVID isn't over)
Sign a petition to urge governments to invoke the genocide convention to stop the war on Gaza
Sign a petition from Amnesty calling for a ceasefire
Check this list of ways to demand a ceasefire in Gaza
Sign the petition for Canada to take urgent action for an immediate and permanent ceasefire in Gaza
Download these posters to print out and put up in your area and/or share on socials to build awareness
Join the BDS boycott
Check out resources and ways to help from Justice For All
Donate to the Gofundme for medical expenses for Hisham, a Palestinian-Irish-American who was shot in an anti-Palestinian hate crime in Burlington, Vermont
The Palestine Academy's Palestine 101
Palestinian literature recommendations
Check out Independent Jewish Voices Canada and their campaigns to help Palestine
Join Palestine Action to help bring down Israel's weapons trade
Shop Palestine (online store where your purchases support artisans in Palestine and in refugee camps in Lebanon, proceeds go to Middle East Children’s Alliance's work supporting Palestinian children)
Donate direct aid to Gaza (run by a longtime activist and volunteer who has been carrying out donations and humanitarian projects in Gaza since 2021)
Buy from the Hirbawi factory (this is the last kufiya factory in Palestine that is still active, purchasing helps support the Palestinian economy, which has not been in a great state for a while)
Spreadsheet listing mutual aid
Some magnet family
imagine how prosperous the fanfic community would be if people wrote fics instead of using character ai
In case I wasn't clear.
how c.ai works and why it's unethical
Okay, since the AI discourse is happening again, I want to make this very clear, because a few weeks ago I had to explain to a (well meaning) person in the community how AI works. I'm going to be addressing people who are maybe younger or aren't familiar with the latest type of "AI", not people who purposely devalue the work of creatives and/or are shills.
The name "Artificial Intelligence" is a bit misleading when it comes to things like AI chatbots. When you think of AI, you think of a robot, and you might think that by making a chatbot you're simply programming a robot to talk about something you want them to talk about, and it's similar to an rp partner. But with current technology, that's not how AI works. For a breakdown on how AI is programmed, CGP grey made a great video about this several years ago (he updated the title and thumbnail recently)
I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend you watch this because CGP Grey is good at explaining, but the tl;dr for this post is this: bots are made with a metric shit-ton of data. In C.AI's case, the data is writing. Stolen writing, usually scraped fanfiction.
How do we know chatbots are stealing from fanfiction writers? It knows what omegaverse is [SOURCE] (it's a Wired article, put it in incognito mode if it won't let you read it), and when a Reddit user asked a chatbot to write a story about "Steve", it automatically wrote about characters named "Bucky" and "Tony" [SOURCE].
I also said this in the tags of a previous reblog, but when you're talking to C.AI bots, it's also taking your writing and using it in its algorithm: which seems fine until you realize 1. They're using your work uncredited 2. It's not staying private, they're using your work to make their service better, a service they're trying to make money off of.
"But Bucca," you might say. "Human writers work like that too. We read books and other fanfictions and that's how we come up with material for roleplay or fanfiction."
Well, what's the difference between plagiarism and original writing? The answer is that plagiarism is taking what someone else has made and simply editing it or mixing it up to look original. You didn't do any thinking yourself. C.AI doesn't "think" because it's not a brain, it takes all the fanfiction it was taught on, mixes it up with whatever topic you've given it, and generates a response like in old-timey mysteries where somebody cuts a bunch of letters out of magazines and pastes them together to write a letter.
(And might I remind you, people can't monetize their fanfiction the way C.AI is trying to monetize itself. Authors are very lax about fanfiction nowadays: we've come a long way since the Anne Rice days of terror. But this issue is cropping back up again with BookTok complaining that they can't pay someone else for bound copies of fanfiction. Don't do that either.)
Bottom line, here are the problems with using things like C.AI:
It is using material it doesn't have permission to use and doesn't credit anybody. Not only is it ethically wrong, but AI is already beginning to contend with copyright issues.
C.AI sucks at its job anyway. It's not good at basic story structure like building tension, and can't even remember things you've told it. I've also seen many instances of bots saying triggering or disgusting things that deeply upset the user. You don't get that with properly trigger tagged fanworks.
Your work and your time put into the app can be taken away from you at any moment and used to make money for someone else. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people who use AI panic about accidentally deleting a bot that they spent hours conversing with. Your time and effort is so much more stable and well-preserved if you wrote a fanfiction or roleplayed with someone and saved the chatlogs. The company that owns and runs C.AI can not only use whatever you've written as they see fit, they can take your shit away on a whim, either on purpose or by accident due to the nature of the Internet.
DON'T USE C.AI, OR AT THE VERY BARE MINIMUM DO NOT DO THE AI'S WORK FOR IT BY STEALING OTHER PEOPLES' WORK TO PUT INTO IT. Writing fanfiction is a communal labor of love. We share it with each other for free for the love of the original work and ideas we share. Not only can AI not replicate this, but it shouldn't.
(also, this goes without saying, but this entire post also applies to ai art)
SCARLET WITCH // WANDA MAXIMOFF
art source → scarlet witch vol 4 #3 (2024), drawn by russell dauterman
We've seen a lot of GIFs of the new Captain America: Brave New World film, and seen people saying they're excited for the film. While we can ultimately not be in control of your personal media consumption, we will say in no uncertain terms this film is a BDS boycott target, and this blog will not be complicit in Zionist propaganda.
And no, pirating but watching as usual and making fan content as usual is not boycotting. This movie cannot be allowed to exist in any space outside of one exclusively criticising it for it's pro-genocide, pro-Israeli stance in a time where Israel is murdering Palestinians en masse.
And in case it needs to be said, Anthony Mackie is fully complicit and proactive in the Zionist propaganda of this movie. He is not an innocent party in this film's creation, he is an active participant. Like Chris Evans before him, he is a Zionist, and should be criticised as such.
We will not reblog material from users who are creating content for this film from now on, and we certainly will not be reblogging anything from this movie that is not discussions of its explicit Zionism and of the boycott efforts organised by Palestinian groups.
A movie is not more important than people's lives. Your feelings about a fictional character is not worth facilitating and promoting Israeli propaganda. And the actors involved in this film should not be allowed to work without being reminded of them working with a woman who chose to be an IDF soldier despite being exempt, of creating propaganda for the IDF and Mossad. None of them should ever be allowed to recover from this. Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Liv Tyler, Harrison Ford, Tim Blake Nelson and everyone else who chose to work with Shira Haas are all facilitators of genocide, and should never be allowed to be remembered for anything else but.
I find it so silly when someone writes smut about a minor then asks minors to not interact, like bro huh…
Hello everyone, I am Ezz El-Din Salem from the northern Gaza Strip, displaced in Deir Al-Balah, and living in a tent with my family.😢🥺
My family members number is 7 persons living a very hard life in a small tent.😢😓💔
We lost our home in Gaza and my father and I lost our source of income and now we live on aids.
So I decided to run a gofundme link to help my family to be able to live abetter life a way from war and evacuate when the chance come.
I ASK ALL OF YOU TO HELP MY FAMILY AND DONATE IN THE LINK PLEASE🍉
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