My One Contribution For The Wild Life Smp Fanart Tag

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So, to sum it up!

Like and/or reblog this post to enter the raffle. A like will have your username added to the wheel, a reblog will have your username added twice, so if you do both, it's three times your name will be added there!

IMPORTANT: I'll only count the reblogs on main blogs - no sideblogs! That means I'll only consider reblogs from who gave the post a like to prove it's a main blog. That's to make it fair for everyone. If I'd be joining a raffle and sideblogs would be allowed, I'd be joining under 15 different usernames, counting with my main blog. Get what I mean? That wouldn't be fair!

Anyone is welcome to try a chance at it! You don't need to be following the blog to enter the raffle, but it's preferable XD

Deadline is on the 31st of August, 2024, at midnight on the GMT -3 timezone. That's the last day for people to join. I'll draw the winners in the morning of the 1st of September!

GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!!!

hey! i've been in talks with Mohammed/@help-mona.

their campaign (verified here) has been going on for quite a while, and donations have significantly slowed down.

i've been a bit destitute lately, but i was able to chip in 50 euros.

i'd love to see someone match my donation, or even match 10% of it.

if you can't, i'd greatly appreciate it if you could help spread it around.

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Donate to "Escaping Genocide: Gaza Evacuation for My Family", organized by ahmed elwadya

Hello everyone, Welcome, friends who cherish life and spread hope… ahmed elwadya needs your support for "Escaping Genocide: Gaza Evacuat

even with small donations, little by little we can build bridges to safety.

but only if people are willing to help lay the bricks.

For the first time since the war started, I managed to get a green apple 🍏 on April !.. and haven't had any since ! Now we haven't had any aid trucks in the south in ages !!

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Hello, I am Mahasen,a Digital Artist from North Gaza, where creativity thrives despite challenges. My father passed away, making me the main provider for my family.

Before the war, I worked in motion graphics with international companies, specializing in character design and storyboarding.

The conflict forced us to evacuate repeatedly, and our home was damaged. My essential art equipment and tablet were stolen and destroyed, representing years of hard work and creativity. Now, we are homeless, unsafe, sick, and financially insecure.

Our family includes:

My mother, 62.

My sister Mai, 35, visually impaired.

Myself, Mahasen, 31.

My brother Mohammed, 28, visually impaired, and his wife Iman, 28.

My youngest brother Amin, 21.

Your support is crucial to help me rebuild and ensure my family's safety and survival. Your contribution will replace my tools and restore our hope and creativity.

My Socials: @MahasenAlkhatib Instagram here X here Facebook here My Main Post here

Please Help me Share AND Donate

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Donate to Help Mahasen, a Digital Artist from Gaza and Her Family!, organized by Mahasen ElKhatib

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There is no safe place left. The Israeli army is merciless and does not know humanity. Save us from certain death through support via PayPal wallet.

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Emergency: Help Belal family to evacuate from Gaza

Help Nada W N Alsaqqa reach their goal by donating or sharing with your friends.

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Please reblog, I'm curious

Cases of Skin Rash are increasing everyday because of bacterial , fungal or viral infections , on the other sides alot of insects such as mosquitoes, ticks, fleas and flies, which act as vectors. What we are witnessing in shelter centers and displacement camps from the accumulation of stagnant water and inadequate management of waste and sanitation provides a fertile ground for disease vectors. Every day we see in our Medical point about 50 cases of multi-cause rash. 😥💔

Save our children from this war. Link for donation 👇🔗🍉

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Donate to Help Alaa's and her family evacuate, organized by Alaa Ayad

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We still very far from the goal. I hope everyone will donate even a little. I am confident that you will stand with me and support me until I reach my goal and remove my family from the danger of war. Share my story. Pin my story to your page. Everything helps.

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i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

what a week huh?