Just a socially awkward kid who loves bugs, cats,undertale,creepypasta,and everything TF2
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(please reblog this version, as it is finished!)
As of December 15, Reem has still not met her short-term goal of $5,000.
If she cannot raise the money she needs, her family will be separated, some escaping Gaza and the rest stuck there & in danger. She has five children; the youngest is only 2 years old.
Let’s get her to $5,000 by New Years. That’s just over $50 a day to meet the goal.
Hello everyone, I have another campaign to share.
Muhammad, his wife, and their free children are fighting to survive in Ghazza. They've been displaced and are living without the most basic resources. Their youngest, Lara, doesn't have any milk to drink; their son Abboud has contracted hepatitis which they cannot treat.
This family's source of income was the children's clothing store that Muhammad ran, however it was destroyed in the bombings. They now have no way to earn money, no roof to sleep under, and no access to clean water or food.
In order to evacuate from Ghazza, rebuild their lives, and receive necessary medical care, they need to raise $40,000 CAD. As of writing, they've only raised $894 thus far.
Please help this family in any way that you can. Donate if you're able to donate, and share their campaign. Anything you can contribute will help them survive and rebuild.
I am writing to you and asking for help in any way to restore what the occupation has destroyed since October 7, 2023.So that I and my family can survive the war and save the rest of our lives because Gaza has become uninhabitable. There is no longer a suitable place to live. There is no solution other than evacuation to survive... but unfortunately the price of evacuation from Gaza is very expensive... and we cannot bear these costs. There is no solution but to help you by donating, sharing our story, or praying for us....
I am talking to you, and after thinking for a long time before taking this step, but I realized that there is nothing left for us in Gaza after the occupation destroyed all its property, our property, our dreams and our future...so I came to you and I am full of hope from you that your donations will cover the cost of survival. Evacuation to a better life....
My brother, Tamer Sobhi Al-Gizawi, has been missing since the beginning of the war, and we do not know anything about him..
The remnants of this war are that our house was destroyed and uninhabitable, and our car was completely destroyed.
God bless you all...
Up to the price of flour $ 250, a kilo of tomatoes $ 60, potatoes $ 50, and children are supposed to drink it daily to strengthen them, which is nutritious milk The price of a kilo is $ 80, all vegetables and fruits are expensive, the price of one fish is $ 100, a kilo of chicken is $ 100, and one egg is $ 10, the price of a kilo of firewood to warm $ 7
ujmmmm dont feel like adding caption uh hope je gets dropkicked like s football and zooms throughbthe air.
Throws my ColorKiller shipchild out and runs/j
*cough* anyways meet Ethanol! :D
A tiny lil guy who just wants to run around and collect everything and anything shiny or related to dinosaurs <3
info time :3
(there’s lots of it sorry I love this goober a lot)
As stated Eth is selectively mute! They’re more or less capable of speech (however with trouble) but choose to stay mute and instead prefer using their speech tablet whenever available to them.
She usually carries a dinosaur bag along with her which is usually carried by Killer or Color. It usually just contains her speech tablet, and dinosaur stuff but may contain other items on occasion.
Eth has to wear the grey suit basically 24/7 due to the fact that her entire body is made from/covered in flames; the suit is fire resistant and keeps her from burning/setting aflame other people or items she touches :)
The stuff leaking from her eyes and mouth are actually a combination of highly flammable liquids!! (Do not let that stuff touch her own fire/colors fire or any fire for that matter it will explode istg it has happened.)
He walks on all fours! He’s been doing this ever since he first learned how to walk and hasn’t stopped since. Killer and Color have tried to break this habit, but uh- haven’t had much success.. Which means yes he does it in public too and he couldn’t be care less! He’ll waddle to his hearts content.
Relative to the walking in all fours thing Eth has to wear a child harness in public due to how they tend to get distracted and want to run after things. There have been far too many instances from when they didn’t have a harness and caused his dads to go searching for him, only to find him in the weirdest places..
She has a hyperfixation on dinosaurs! She’ll immediately grab anything she has related to them and start letting out the flood of information she has on them as soon as you mention or ask her about it.
She has an odd love for drinking shit like gasoline and other flammable liquids, which in turn actually causes her flames to FUCKING EXPLODE. She’s okay ofc it doesn’t actually hurt them and if anything makes them laugh at the sensations but that’s not exactly the same for the stuff/prople around her (or her clothes for that matter)
Following the thing about her tears and spit being flammable liquids Color DID NOT have fun with that when she was a baby. That man is trying to nap and his baby keeps fucking exploding from the shit mixing with her flames.
Her Theriotypes are a Cladospecies of dinosaurs as well as canids!
Older Eth has Sickles as shown in the picture as her weaponry! She loves sickle weapons quite a lot and if anything treats them like Ink does for Broomie.
Color realized quite quickly that due to her bodily construct Eth burns any and all clothing that isn’t fire resistant.. So Color learned to make clothing just for her! Now all her clothing, so things like her suit and etc are hand made by Color himself <:3
Killer heavily encourages her to set things on fire (much to Colors disagreement) and has even purposely set her off on people just for shits and giggles.
Okay that’s all for now, feel free to ask anything abt them or anything else you want! :D
In the heart of war-torn Gaza, where destruction and loss are a daily reality, lies the deeply moving tale of Dr. Husam Farhat and his family. Amidst the relentless bombardment, Dr. Farhat faced an unthinkable tragedy: the martyrdom of his beloved sisters, Inas and Amal, along with their husbands and children, and his brother Mustafa. This devastating loss shattered not only their dreams but also their hopes for a peaceful future.
Before the war, my life revolved around a beautiful home where I lived with my wife, our daughter Sham, and our sons Muhannad and Muhammad. This home was more than just a place to live; it was a sanctuary filled with love, warmth, and the joy of watching my children grow. Every corner of our home echoed with their laughter, turning it into a place where dreams for the future felt not only possible but inevitable, but then the war came, and in an instant, everything changed. The place where we once felt safe and secure was reduced to rubble. The life we had carefully built, the dreams we had nurtured, and the bright future we had planned were all torn apart. The war didn’t just destroy our home; it uprooted our entire existence, leaving us with nothing but the painful memories of what once was, Now, standing in the ruins of our former life, I'm left with fragments of a distant dream. The joy and security we once knew have been replaced by loss and uncertainty as we face a future overshadowed by harsh realities.
And it wasn’t just my home that was destroyed. My accounting office, one of the most renowned in Palestine, was also reduced to rubble. I had worked tirelessly to build this office, which wasn't just a place of business but a reflection of my passion and dedication to the field of accounting. It was our primary source of income, providing financial stability and security for my family, My office was well-known for its exceptional services and strong reputation among clients. Over the years, it had become a symbol of success and hard work in the accounting world. But the war took it all away in an instant. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve was destroyed, and years of effort and dedication were wiped out in moments, Now, I stand on the ruins of my office, just as I stand on the ruins of my life, trying to piece together the remnants of my dreams and memories. This office was a source of pride for me and my family, but the war has left us with nothing, facing an uncertain and difficult future.
The war didn’t just destroy my home and office; it shattered my dreams and future. As a PhD candidate in Accounting Information Systems at Universiti Utara Malaysia, I was in my final year, pursuing research that is a significant contribution to my field and valuable to entrepreneurs. With a master’s degree with distinction and a bachelor's degree, I also taught at several universities, sharing my knowledge and passion, But the war disrupted everything. Years of hard work, academic progress, and my contributions to the field have been torn apart, leaving me with an uncertain future. Now, I am faced with the daunting task of not only rebuilding my life but also reviving the dreams and ambitions that once drove me. The journey ahead is filled with challenges, but my resolve to continue remains strong.
Now, after all this devastation, my family and I are living as displaced people, homeless and jobless, with no clear future for ourselves or our children. Every day is a struggle to find food for my children, who have been robbed of every chance at a normal life by this war. Once, we lived in Shuja'iyya, in North Gaza, where we had a home, a life, and dreams. But now, after being displaced over nine times, we find ourselves in the refugee camps of Nuseirat, the war has stripped us of everything—our home, our security, and our future. Our daily life has become a constant search for basic necessities, a far cry from the life we once knew. The dreams I had for my children and myself now feel like distant memories, overshadowed by the relentless challenges of survival. Each day brings new uncertainties, as we navigate this harsh new reality, clinging to the hope that one day we might rebuild what was lost.
We urgently call on all those who stand in solidarity with us, and every supporter, to help save what remains of our lives. Your assistance, even in small ways, can make a significant difference in helping us rebuild and restore our shattered world, rebuilding feels like an insurmountable task, but with your help, we can begin to piece together what was lost. Your contributions, no matter how small, can provide the foundation we need to start anew, offering hope and a chance at a better future for our family. Your solidarity means the world to us as we navigate these challenging times.
Thank you for your compassion, your time, and your commitment to freedom and justice.
With deepest gratitude,
Dr. Farhat's Family
Hi, my name is Saeed, I am 19 years old, I live in an unjust reality, the war on Gaza.
This war destroyed my ambitions to study engineering and robbed me of everything beautiful in my life that I lived with my family that embraced me, my father, mother, brothers, sisters and nephews. We had a beautiful house with its simplicity, where we lived a simple and beautiful life, but in this war our house was completely destroyed, our memories that we preserved and our unknown future, our present is more difficult than you can imagine. We have become living for the purpose of living only and escaping death, we die every moment to provide the necessities and requirements of life, we have felt the taste of death repeatedly, when you hear the sounds of bombs and explosions and see the remains and children and the panic that we live.
So we decided to travel from this place and move to a safe place, where we find the future and the present to build memories. But the cost of travel is very high and we cannot afford it. We need an amount of 5 thousand dollars for each person and my family consists of 9 people, as well as the cost after the travel until we find a safe haven. For the sake of humanity, for the sake of love, for the sake of humanity. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading the words I wrote about my suffering. Help me by donating and sharing.
Thank you all 🙏❤️❤️
Please help here 👇👇
Give me more platonic affection.
Give me omega timeline residents approaching Asgores because they give the best hugs.
Give me Ink, learning about physical affection by observing people, having Blue explain the different ways people hold hands. Him tackling Top and Aster to the ground trying to figure out how hugs go.
Give me Dream who only cries when someone’s hugging him because it’s the only time he feels shielded enough to break.
Give me Nightmare and Error, who after years of working together, finally end their deals with a handshake.
Give me Blueberror who’s off button is any kind of physical affection.
Give me Core Frisk, still a child, clinging to people’s hands, holding a larger hand in both of theirs.
Givr me Nightmare falling asleep on a movie night and the rest of the gang can’t move because his tendrils lay on top of them like sleeping cats.
Give me Blue forcing his two semi-immortal friends into cuddle piles so they actually sleep for once.
Give me Fresh showing trust by letting people hold his head, so close to the eyesockets that hold his true form.
Give me Error and Geno readjusting to touch after the emptiness of their containments, telling the other that they’re there by knocking knees.
Give me Frisks in the omega timeline offering a shoulder to lean on for Charas, or anyone who asks.
Give me Underfell where the skelebros curl up around eachother to watch the other’s back, even in sleep.
Give me Outertales where handholding is common to make sure no one floats off into space.
Give me Gasters who use their many hands to give head pats to their sons/coworkers (Sans, Papyrus, and Alphys) as well as doing science work stuff.
Give me Nightmare who curls his tendrils on top of his subordinate’s heads like a strange pat on the back.
Give me Horror who will simply pick his teammates up and hold them like the wet cats they are.
Give me Cross who’s so unused to any physical affection he freezes up, and Killer using this to his advantage by grabbing his hand to distract him from the cow nearby or to get him to stop training for a bit.
Give me Nightmare laying a tendril over Dream’s shoulder to remind himself that his twin is there, and they aren’t fighting anymore.
Give me Dusts that will curl up on top of people like a cat.
Give me Inks who give surprise hugs to his friends.
Give me Errors who wrap his strings around people to give them hugs.
Give me Horror Papyrus becoming the center of hug piles in Nightmare’s gang because the boys miss their brothers a lot, and he’s the closest they’ll get with the gang’s reputation.
Give me Killer, just met Nightmare, and the baby goop clings to him while they explore the multiverse.
Give me Ink and Error pulling eachother along by the scarfs.
Give me Dancetale where duo dances end with a hug (or high five if too sweaty for a hug)
Give me Fell Papyrus holding Fell Sans’s hand out and about, using the excuse of making sure Sans doesn’t wander off when asked.
Give me post-truce spontaneous skeleton cuddle piles.
Give me Killer randomly tackling his teammates.
Give me Ink being so physically affectionate people think he’s flirting (he’s not).
Give me Papyrus calling Sans a cat while he curls up on his shoulder.
Give me Sans holding Geno’s hand carefully when things get a bit too much after his time of the Save Screen.
Give me careful fingers tracing the edges of Papyrus’s rarely-seen hands.
Give me Dust trying, and failing, to touch his Papyrus.
Give me Passive Nightmare’s ghost curling up around Dream’s shoulders like a purple boa, hugging him around the neck when things get rough.
Give me the gang curling up on Nightmare’s tendrils when he’s not paying attention.
Give me Dream learning about the different meanings behind touch after he breaks out of stone.
Give me Gaster’s who are almost too scared to embrace Sans and Papyrus incase getting out of the void was a dream, and Papyrus accidentally sending him to the floor with his enthusiastic hug.
Give me Undyines randomly carrying their Alphys around.
Give me Frisks who press their forehead onto people (Sans’s back, Papyrus’s thigh, Toriel and Asgore’s arm, Alphy’s side, Undyne hip) and lean on them.
Give me Frisks who randomly lean on people, almost falling over because Chara is a ghost and incapable of being my leaned on.
Give me Dust laying his head on Killer’s lap when Killer gets twitchy, because what’s he gonna do, move Dust?
Give me Error who’s glitching feels kinda like a massage, holding his hands to Nightmare’s back, Horror’s skull, or Geno’s wherever when they get pain.
Give me Ink who uses hand holding like a recalibration test after he goes blank.
Give me hand holding and head pats and hugs and cuddle piles.
Givemegivemegivemegivemegivemegiveme
This family is severely underfunded, with only 3% of their goal raised and are currently at €1,291. They have come to me saying that it is getting harder and harder to find food and water, and they barely have any funds to draw from as it is. If you'd like to help change that, and contribute to saving their lives, please think about donating (even a small amount) and/or reblogging this!
vetted and listed as #19 on this document.
and below as a thank you for taking the time to read this, here's a fun poll. Please reblog if you participate, I wanna see who helped build our beautiful snow man
https://gofund.me/61f1dd1f
Thinking of you.
EDIT: I fixed the flag.
🤍🖤💚❤️
Fundraiser under the cut.
Please follow this link and read @ahmedpalestine's story. His fundraiser is currently at €6.030.
Please donate or reblog 🥺😭💔
🌱✨ "A New Dawn Amid the Ashes" ✨🌱
Hello, my name is Jaber, a 13-year-old from Gaza. My family and I once lived in peace, surrounded by laughter and dreams. But in an instant, everything changed 💔. Our home, the school I loved, and even some of the dearest members of my family were taken from us by war.
Now, all I have left is my mother, Maysaa, who suffers from a heart condition, and my siblings, who are my only remaining comfort. Every day, we struggle to rebuild what we’ve lost, searching for even a glimpse of hope amid the ruins 🕯️🌄.
I am sharing my story because I believe in the kindness of others. With your support, we could take the first steps toward a new beginning 🕊️. Any help, however small, could be the light that guides us out of this darkness. Thank you from the depths of my heart for any compassion you can offer ❤️🙏.
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Hello dear ❤🇵🇸,
I am Dr. Mahmoud, a 25-year-old dentist from Gaza. The war has turned my life and my family's lives upside down. I was on track to become an assistant teacher at my university, but I lost both the university and my home. Now, I live in difficult conditions, displaced multiple times 🇵🇸🍉. I also lost my job at a dental clinic and the university 💔.
During the war, my baby, Abdullah, was born under extremely challenging conditions. Unfortunately, the resources needed to care for him are only available at exorbitant prices 💔.
Could you please consider donating and sharing my pinned post on your account? 😍🙏 Alternatively, you could help by setting up a fundraiser and keeping it updated, or by asking someone with a well-known blog to publish our campaign. It would mean so much if you could pin it on your page.
Our pinned post shares our story 🇵🇸🕊. Please donate or help by sharing and reblogging it. Every share makes a difference ❤🙏.
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Don't Skip please 🤚🛑
Hello everyone I'm Yousef, I'm afather of a sick son, he suffers from shortness of breath and needs continuous treatment,
I live in very hard and bad situation in the tent, because of the war I lost everything my father, my house and my job,so please stand with us and donate to us to escape from war and secure medical treatment for son
My link donation
Thanks 🙏🍉
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palestine masterpost-masterpost
i've been trying my best to collect a bunch of links to other, more structured resources about the genocide in gaza, and what you, reading this, can do about it, that i'm going to compile here.
education, donations, speaking out, global links (masterpost)
links to contextual articles
for americans - state/congressional contacts
how you can help palestine - donations, petitions, campaigns, upcoming protests (masterpost)
non-politically motivated charity links
canary mission
petitions and congressional contact (masterpost)
education, current news, taking action, direct action and donations, current protests (masterpost)
small monetary actions
2700 ebooks on israel and palestine, available for free
thorough article by storiesfromgaza, dated 10/30/23
targeted boycott + bds
how to find state/congressional contacts, bds, email template, donation links
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egypt, us/uk/canada/europe congressional contacts
direct links to help palestine
educate yourself (twitter links)
translating gaza (instagram link)
bds/targeted boycott information
compilation of palestine info and how to support it (masterpost), dated 10/28/23
latest info as of 11/3/23 and large amounts of immediate action to take (masterpost)
history of palestine and israel - articles, books, films, social media (masterpost)
socials to follow
journalists in north gaza
btselem
families in gaza to donate to
🇵🇸 ‼️Hello, please share widely, Mohamed, family and children. I hope you are well. My name is Mohamed Atallah. I urgently need surgery on my left hand and to rebuild my home and my older sister Eman's home. I live with my parents, six sisters, a little girl named Malak and a little boy named Amir in northern Gaza. I created this link to fund a bone graft on my left hand that was hit by an explosive bullet, to rebuild our destroyed home and evacuate my family from Gaza to a safe place. And donate any amount for a safe life.. I would appreciate your help ❤️ Can you help in any way you can? Click on all the buttons on my wall, I beg you to visit my page, view it and donate via the link in my bio 💔 Donate and share widely 🆘🆘 Every euro makes a difference 🙏 I urge you to donate. Even the smallest amount can make a big difference. He doesn't just need to be evacuated with his family, he is in dire need of surgery! The IDF shot him in the arm with an explosive bullet. This is not normal. It's explosive. So he needs treatment immediately! Otherwise, he will get an infection and possibly amputate. We don't want that to happen, do we? So contribute! Make sure to retweet and share his story if you can't. Help my family. War is devastating. There is nothing left to live for. No schools, no universities, no home, no dreams. All dreams are shattered. I hope you can help before it's too late. @90-ghost has reviewed Mohammad's ID documents and messaged him too. Please share and contribute if you can. Feel free to repost on other platforms as well.🍉
https://gofund.me/2258572c
Their wife's brother, Muhammad, was going to bring aid from the Nabulsi roundabout.But he was shot in his left hand by an explosive bullet, which cause a nerve loss and bone fragmentation. He needs a bone graft outside Gaza, but the situation is difficult for the family. Their house was completely destroyed, and Muhammad's father is also sick and needs constant medical care. The family is focusing to take care for Muhammad, as he will need many operations to restore his hand to what it was, and is also rebuilding their destroyed home.
Please spread this or donate !
!!🚨🛑Stop for a moment and don't skip it
My name is mohammed atalah and I am from Gaza.🍉😭
Hi everyone, I am making an original post for Muhammed Atalla aka @mohammed-atallah and @atalah-mohammed, a 17 year old Palestinian boy who has been suffering from an injured arm since February 25, 2024 when the Israeli war criminals shot him in the left had with an EXPLOSIVE BULLET!!! This is a bullet designated to cause severe wounds and severe pain and knowing the capacity for sadism and cruelty Israel has displayed, it was meant to cause Muhammed great pain, distress and agony for his mind, body and soul!! He is in need of many surgeries as soon as possible, otherwise he may get an infection and his arm may fall off!
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rocket surgery... cure my depression rocket surgery....
Hello My dearest friends,🌟
My name is Mahmoud Jihad, from Gaza. My home, my university, everything has been destroyed. I now live in a flimsy tent with my family after losing everything. I was studying Information Technology while caring for my family, and now we have nothing. 😔
We are living amidst indescribable destruction and desperately need your help to survive. 😭 Even a small donation can make a huge difference. Every contribution is a spark of hope in the darkness of this war. ✨
My campaign is verified by: @beesandwatermelons ✅ #190 and @gazavetters ✅ #63.
My GoFundMe link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Let's rebuild our lives together. 🙏❤️
I am Ahlam from Gaza
I am 54 years old and have 9 daughters and a son
I suffer from kidney failure, and with limited hospital resources, I ask you to help me go out to receive treatment so that I can take care of my children.
I am displaced in tents. I have been displaced more than 10 times, and my house was bombed, and I have no shelter, and this makes my condition worse.
Every €15 or €20 will contribute to saving
my family🙏🩸
https://gofund.me/61f1dd1f
My campaing Vetted by/ @gazavetters
@90-ghost
@gaza-evacuation-funds
Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops
There is nothing in the world worse than the feeling of helplessness, that you cannot do anything, and you are standing in hell, and you are unable to do anything but silently observe your pain.
I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.
My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.
On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.
This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.
In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.
A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.
We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.
It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.
My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.
At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.
Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.