Never Ever Be Normal About Fictional Characters But Please GOD Be Normal About The People Who Play Them,

So many Palestinians’ lives will just never be the same. Even on the chance that a ceasefire is declared, which even that isn’t forthcoming, it will not undo the trauma of having your home destroyed, of having the cafe you dwelled every day destroyed, of your loved ones you had to dig among rubble to see one last time, of living in makeshift encampments that are bombarded by airstrikes day and night, of the sheer fucking trauma that came with experiencing a live genocide. Those people have seen things they never speak of—and still we have people chalking it up to “exterminating Hamas,” to “Arabs being terrorists,” to “both sides are in the wrong.” The least we owe these people is a free Palestine, but it’s far from the last thing.

Tales of Arcadia (2016-2021)

Important reminder of the design philosophy behind Undertale.

My family is still living in the Gaza Strip, and like so many other families, their lives are hell right now. My family includes my father and mother, my sisters Nisreen and Yasmine and my brother Anwar. My dad is 77 years old and my mother, who I call the soul of my soul and the balm of my life, is 75 years old and confined to a wheelchair because of a war injury when she was young.

My brother Anwar and my sister Yasmine suffer from diabetes mellitus type 1. They need insulin urgently and regularly. Any lack of insulin puts their lives in danger, as what happened with my older sister Ibtisam, who lost her life 10 years ago due to a lack of insulin.” Kindly support through donation or reblog.

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Ready, Aim, Shoot!

Another Evangelyne + Child!Reader requested by anon!

string pulled back, arrow wavering, arrow shot...target missed yet again.

you grumbled as you tried again and again to hit an arrow in the tree at the spot you circled, having snuck off with your mothers bow earlier to try and practice all by yourself.

You'd seen your big brother floppin and your mom shoot arrows tonnes of times before, you wanted to do it too! they made it seem so easy. so why was floppin good at it and you kept dropping the arrow or missing your target?

you wanted to be able to fight like your mom, just like your big brother floppin you looked up to her a lot, you looked up to both your parents and older siblings, and you wanted to help be able to protect your family especially with a new baby on the way going to make you a big sibling instead of the youngest now.

but it was hard, you just couldnt seem to figure out how to get it right, you'd been out here behind the house practicing for what felt like hours and it was really getting frustrating.

you lined up another arrow, sticking your tongue out as you focused and tried your best to aim at the spot on the tree when...

"(name)??!" the sudden voice calling out surprised you, making you lose your focus and shoot the arrow way past the tree. you groaned in complaint.

"(name)? what are you doing way over here, i called a while ago-is that my bow?" your mother caught you. Evangelyne stood with her arms crossed. "what are you up to little one?"

too late to try and hide the bow behind your back you gave her a pout and pointed at the mark on the tree you were trying to hit. "training.." you mumbled, hanging your head.

Eva looked from the tree to you and chuckled as she seemed to connect the dots. walking over a kneeling down to your level to tap your chin and tilt your head back up to look at her. "why do you want to train with a bow, little one?"

"well cuz!" you took a breath in "i wanna be cool like you and floppin and shoot arrows and help protect everyone like you do but i just cant get it right, it looks so easy when you do it! i just...i wanna help..but i cant do it...im sorry for stealing you bow mama.." you mumbled the last bit after your ramble, holding out her bow to hand it back to her.

Evangelyne smiled warmly at you, placing her hand over yours and curling your fingers back over the handle of the bow. "here, i'll help you, dear." she said softly.

"you...will? you'll help me like you showed floppin?" you asked, smile growing on your face.

"I will." She smiled back, gesturing back to the tree with her free hand. "now, show me what your aim looks like." She began instructing, helping you figure out where you were going wrong and where to improve.

you held the bow up once more, pulling back the string and aiming the tip of the arrow right where you wanted it to go, closing one eye and looking through the other.

"no, keep both eyes open." she told you, gently placing a hand under your arm and tilting your aim upwards a slight bit. "you need to aim a little higher and account for the distance, the arrow with curve and fall." she explained, helping you straighten your stance before letting go of you and backing away a tad bit to give you space.

"ready? try now. fire." she spoke and you released the arrow on her command. it flew from your fingertips, up through the air and hit the tree! not on the mark but it still hit the tree!

"I DID IT!" you cheered and turned to her with the most triumphant grin.

smiling back with a proud giggle, Eva pat your head. "you did little one! very good! why dont you try another without my help this time?" she asked.

you nodded and lined up the bow again, straightening yourself and keeping both eyes open like she told you.

Ready...Aim...Shoot.

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- WRAPPED AROUND MY NECK ; the addams family.

pairing: wednesday addams + gn! reader

contains: adult wednesday (19), mentions of blood, mentions of a noose (not in a suicidal context), written with a wlw reader in mind but all can read, wednesday being wednesday.

"there you are, wednesday. i've been looking everywhere for you," a sickly sweet voice cut through the silence of the night, "you're going to freeze to death out here."

"i hope i do," wednesday declared, eyes wandering onto the patio below. though the stroke of midnight was fastly approaching, the party was still as lively as ever. an eruption of loud, roaring cheers emitting from the ballroom accompanied the chirp of crickets, along with the cooing of the wind. my parents must be putting a show on, the black-haired woman concluded.

"you're not going to die tonight," wednesday melted upon hearing her lover's voice, "at least, not without me."

for the first time, wednesday experienced what she assumed to be fear. however, it wasn't as dreadful as many described it: it was almost. . . exciting. it left her craving for more, more of you - the one person that made her faltering heart beat out of her chest. when was the last time she felt this sickening, but intriguing feeling? if any, at all?

a shadow cast over wednesday, feeling a familiar weight drape over her shoulders. with the fabric brushing her skin, she instantly knew you wrapped your jacket around her. the crisp air no longer nipped at the exposed skin of her lower back, where her black dress was cut.

"how generous of you; i'm surprised i didn't have to pry it from your cold, dead hands," wednesday teased, hugging the garment closer to her chest. she could fondly recall nearly fighting to the death with you for the same jacket, the blade of your sword resting coolly against her neck. she was impressed with your swordsmanship, though, you'd never be able to tell with her blank face. wednesday nearly cut your arm off after that, pugsley cheering her on.

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" your tone was smug, the smirk on your face evident of that. for years, it seemed as though she had a goal to scare you to death. from a deceased relative reaching beyond the grave to grab your leg to a shadowy creature with multiple fearsome eyes stalking you (who you soon learned was her cousin), you've seen it all. however, her efforts were futile; you never even flinched once.

"i wouldn't be so cocky if i were you. i'll get you one of these days, you'll see," her words had a hint of teasing to them, however, she sounded eerily determined. wednesday fully intended to keep her promise.

"looking forward to it," you grinned, shoving your hands into your pockets. wednesday quirked her lips.

without another word, the two of you observed the rest of the party from the balcony. you spotted shaggy-haired cousin itt dancing with his wife in the crowd, as well as fester moving to the rhythm with a knife in his mouth. the thing was seated on his shoulder, wiggling his fingers enthusiastically.

morticia and gomez weren't difficult to find, they stood out the most with their extravagant waltz. with brilliant twists and spins, the lovers stole the show. gomez spun morticia around, holding her close to pepper her shoulder with many kisses. their obvious display of affection sent shivers down wednesday's spine and put a smile on your face.

wednesday tore her gaze away from her parents, nose scrunched up. out of habit, she reached for the charm dangling from her choker. inside the clear crystal was something so precious to her: a few drops of your blood. a similar vial hung from a chain around your neck, wednesday's blood filling the jewel.

she caressed the smooth surface, eyes darting back to see if you were staring at her. once she noticed you were still focused on the party, she pressed a small kiss to the crystal. it felt foreign and unnatural to her, yet, she should help but grin wickedly. you had her wrapped around her finger; the necklace clung around her neck tightly like a noose, wednesday struggled to breathe, gasping for air. the sensation left an almost unbearable stinging in her lungs, yet, it left her selfishly wanting more.

those amber eyes twinkled chillingly in the moonlight. she was going to enjoy scaring the pants off of you.

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Not them flirting in the middle of war 😭 (more huskerdust here)