I’m Honestly Loving Everyone Who Agrees That The Ultimately Iconic URSULA THE SEA WITCH Should Be Portrayed
I’m honestly loving everyone who agrees that the ultimately iconic URSULA THE SEA WITCH should be portrayed by someone who is a PLUS-SIZE AFRICAN-AMERICAN woman or drag queen in the remake of LITTLE MERMAID.
Much loooooooove‼️ Come thru Alex Newell‼️ Come thru Lizzo‼️
As of right now, I’m rooting for either of those two 😙
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
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Help Hyam Shehab save her family
@hyamshehabfamile and her family are once again facing an unforgiving winter in the midst of ongoing oppression, disease, a lack of food and clean water, and inhumane conditions.
Their main goal is €60,000 to reach safety, but they are setting a temporary goal of €10,000 by the end of the week to cover the costs of warm clothes, food, and other immediate needs for 6 people.
As of December 2, 2024, this campaign has raised €3,443 / €10,000
Please donate if you can and share! This is a time sensitive short-term goal
This campaign is line 127 on the Gaza Vetters list
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“Don’t worry, BAMBI. I’ll protect you” - Amber
Like wow they found a way to sneak it in
Doesn’t make sense but yes
Sorry for the wobbly mess and the background noises, but I spent an hour watching Disney channel so I could see the new promo.
I’m dead Andi says this is a high school party and amber says, don’t worry I’ll protect you.” AHHHH!!!❤️❤️❤️😭😭
From the peak of strength to the depths of despair. I once built bodies, now I search for shelter… but my spirit still fights. !!
I miss my work like an athlete misses his last breath in a race… It was my passion, my life, and the meaning of my existence.😓
من قمة القوة إلى قاع الضياع، كنتُ مدربًا يبني الأجساد، فأصبحتُ جسدًا يبحث عن مأوى… لكن الروح لا تزال تقاوم.
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"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏
From a comfortable and safe home to a small tent that is unable to withstand the extreme temperatures of summer or winter, you wake up to the sounds of explosions everywhere. You try to resist the pain of hunger and cold, but it is beyond your strength. My dreams and hopes were unfortunately not realized. I studied law and had a big dream of becoming a lawyer, but the war unfortunately made it impossible for me to pursue that path.💔 Now I have only one dream, which is to alleviate the pain of hunger and cold and provide a suitable shelter for my family😔. I am grateful to everyone who donated to help me save my family from genocide 🥺😔
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Emergency 💥📢
War besieges us, destroys everything we own, and deprives us of the most basic necessities of life. In light of this tragic situation, we urgently need your help.😭💔
Every day we live under the threat of danger, and we only have hope in your hearts. Your donations can provide us with safe haven, food, and essential health care.🙏🏻🥺
Contribute to saving lives and restoring hope to those who lost it. Donate now and be a ray of hope in these difficult times.😭🙏🏻
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Yaaaaaaaaas heeeeeeennnnnyyyyy
To all my bi friends out there‼️‼️‼️‼️
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Love you aaaaaaaaaaaall‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
HAPPY BI DAY‼️
happy bisexual visibility day (september 23rd) to my fellow amazing bisexuals. i love all of you guys and we don’t deserve all the shit that comes our way. bisexuality is beautiful and you should absolutely be proud of it! our community is so diverse and amazing and our history and activism is rich and beautiful!
My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.
I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”
He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral
And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it
I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning
For the word ask game: baby
Also I'm sorry for spamming ur ask box lol ily
the way i not only have nothing for baby but i also searched for babe and i have zero mention of that either. i’m devastated. what the hell have i been writing. as an apology to not only caswen fandom but to myself, i’m gonna write a snippet that’s connected to no fic at all lmao:
“Ow,” Ricky whines, jerking away from the antiseptic soaked cotton pad.
“If you keep squirming it’s just gonna take longer,” EJ tells him as he valiantly tries to hold Ricky’s chin steady to dab carefully at the cut on Ricky’s cheek.
Ricky huffs and re-settles himself on the edge of Ashlyn’s sink, rhythmically kicking his heel against the cabinet to the beat of the song he can hear playing from the party downstairs. Briefly, EJ presses a little too hard and it stings like hell so Ricky whines again, partly for the principle of the thing but mostly ‘cause he’s just a little bitch.
“Shh, baby,” EJ murmurs distractedly, and Ricky abruptly goes still.
It’s just a stupid pet name, it’s not a big deal, EJ probably wasn’t even thinking when he said it, but Ricky runs it on loop in his brain: baby, baby, baby.
When he and Nini had been together they’d laughed at pet names, thought they were cringey and lame; Ricky especially had thought he was above all that. Now he’s sitting in EJ’s bathroom, fixated on EJ calling him baby so casually and so easily that it’s making a flush creep up Ricky’s neck and his stomach flip over on itself.
EJ keeps cleaning the cut on his cheek, apparently absolutely unaware of Ricky’s current internal little freakout.
“You still with me, Bowen?” EJ says after a few moments, tapping one of his fingers against Ricky’s jaw. Ricky swallows, tries not to think about the press of EJ’s fingers, EJ’s thumb tilting his chin up like– like a prelude to something else. He can feel the flush rising into his cheeks.
“I’m swallowing my pain,” Ricky says, and it comes out a little shaky, a little low.
Ricky watches the corner of EJ’s mouth curl up. “So brave,” EJ coos mockingly.
Now that Ricky’s paying attention, he can feel the heat of EJ bleeding into his hoodie where he’s standing between – oh, god – Ricky’s spread legs. EJ suddenly pulls away, crouching down to dig through one of the under counter cabinets and Ricky takes the opportunity to suck in a shaky breath. Get it together, Bowen.
EJ pulls up to his full height again, this time with a bandaid. “Oh, I can–” Ricky starts, but EJ’s already leaning in again.
“I got you,” EJ murmurs, and his tone is so low, so gravelly, that Ricky’s stomach swoops again. EJ gently presses the bandaid to Ricky’s cut, smoothing down the edges.
And then he’s just standing there, between Ricky’s legs, cupping Ricky’s jaw.
“Thanks,” Ricky tells him. His voice sounds very small.
EJ studies him for moment and for one brief second Ricky swears EJ’s gaze drops to his mouth but then–
“Yo, are you done? Some of us have to pee,” Kourtney says through the door and Ricky fumbles back, EJ’s hand slipping from his face. EJ moves away to let Kourtney in, looking over his shoulder at Ricky like he’s about to say something but by the time Ricky slides off the sink EJ’s already gone.
Kourtney smirks at him. “What?” he asks, a little defensively. She reaches up to tap his cheek, just over the bandaid.
“Cute,” is all she says. He glances at himself in the mirror as he’s leaving and sees what she was talking about.
The bandaid’s covered in little hearts.
Caswen but they’re in the pining stage, and they keep on spending time together because their respective favorite people (red and ashlyn) are dating. Outings sort of become unofficial double dates
wait shut up i love this.
big red and ash would plan to get lunch and then invite their resident sad sacks to stop them just aimlessly existing all weekend. ricky and ej would end up getting squeezed into the same side of a tiny booth, thighs pressed together and all ricky would be able to think is that ej’s cologne smells a lot nicer than throb. at one point ricky would get up to use the restroom and when he comes back ej’s thrown an arm over the back of the seat, probably not in any intentional way, but when ricky sits down again he can feel the warm line of it against his neck.
they all go mini golfing because ashlyn says it’s better with four. ricky has no idea where she got that from because they end up splitting into two’s anyway; big red and ash spending more time making goo goo eyes at each other than actually playing, ej and ricky spending more time getting heated over points and trying to speedrun the course. at the windmill, ej scoffs at ricky’s stance and ricky levels him with a look.
“you know i play like, real golf, right?” ej tells him, raising an eyebrow.
“of course you do,” ricky says witheringly and thrills at ej’s briefly affronted look.
“look, just–” ej starts and then ricky feels hands curling around his hips, tilting him a little straighter. “there you go,” ej murmurs, his voice all low and kind of rumbly, like a rolling engine. ricky keeps his eyes on the stupid rotating windmill and swallows, throat dry. ej’s hands slip away and ricky takes the shot, the little white ball rolling evenly and perfectly into the hole. there’s a brief moment of silence.
“that was a coincidence,” ricky says quickly, but when he spins around ej’s already grinning.
“you’re welcome, bowen,” ej tosses over his shoulder as he wanders over to the next hole.
ricky ends up winning and he’s incredibly suspicious about it. even ashlyn seems surprised.
“you lost,” she tells ej, like he needs to hear it. he probably does.
“yeah,” ej says, handing over their putters to the guy at the register.
ashlyn squints at him. “you lost,” she says again, “at golf.”
apparently this is exceptionally meaningful as ashlyn and ej then proceed to stare each other down for a solid ten seconds. “yeah,” ej says again and this time ashlyn hums, glancing at ricky in a way that has him feeling a little like he’s under a microscope.
in my mind they go on several of these not-dates until one day ash and big red just don’t turn up to lunch and ej doesn’t seem surprised in the slightest. because ricky isn’t stupid he says, “you just gonna keep tricking me into dates?”
ej smiles, slow. “i don’t know,” ej says, leaning forward to steal one of ricky’s fries. “do i have to keep pretending to lose at things?”
ricky kicks him under the table but lets ej hold his hand on top of it.
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