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My baby Qais is one of the 290,000 children in Gaza now on the brink of death. He was injured in an earlier bombing that struck our tent, but we had no money for proper treatment. Now, after weeks of hunger, Qais collapsed and was rushed to the hospital—his tiny body shaking from severe malnutrition. I am terrified. The UN says 14,000 babies could die in Gaza in the next 48 hours. Please, I beg you with all the pain in my heart: Donate anything you can to help save Qais. Even one act of kindness could be the difference between life and death.
This is our reality now:
1. There has been a full blockade for over two months—no food, no water, no medicine.
2. Qais is too weak to cry anymore—his voice, like many others, is fading.
3. We were turned away once for not having money—now we are being starved to death in silence.
I am a broken mother in Gaza, watching my child slip away. If I could sell my pain, I would. If kissing your feet or cleaning your shoes would save Qais, I would do it without hesitation. Please—this is not just a plea for help, it is a cry from a dying land. Donate whatever you can. Qais still has a chance—but only if you act now.
PLEASE DONATE HERE
If Qais was your only child, would you leave him to face his fate alone? 😭😭💔
DONATE HERE PLEASE
Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child😔😭
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We’re still starving… Please don’t look away.
This is not just a photo. This is Gaza. This is our reality.
The girl in this image is one of thousands of children in Gaza suffering from severe malnutrition. Her fragile body is a silent scream — a reflection of the hunger, fear, and pain that haunt every corner of our lives.
She could be my daughter. She could be yours.
My name is Fayez, a father of three beautiful children. I live in Gaza, under the unrelenting siege and devastation of war.
Every day, we wake up not knowing if we’ll have food — not even bread or clean water.
The fear of bombs has been replaced by a greater fear: starvation.
I am not afraid to die from the airstrikes anymore. But I am terrified to watch my children die slowly from hunger. To hear them cry at night from empty stomachs, and have nothing to give them — that is a pain no parent should ever bear.
Please, I am begging you — if you are reading this, help me feed my children. Help save their lives. Any donation, no matter how small, can mean a meal, a lifeline, a moment of hope.
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
Edit: This got very popular, so here are some resources:
U.S. focused resistance (x)
A list a Gazan mutual aid (x)
i had a dream that there was like a revival of the man vs bear debate but instead it was "would you rather be alone in a woman's bathroom with a random trans woman or jk rowling?" and everyone picked the trans woman and jkr crashed out on twitter because of it
*doom music starts to play* I actually kindof like scheduling these kinds of appointments now...
but seriously Fellas, don't forget to schedule a pap smear every couple of years just in case. If you still have a cervix you can still get cervical cancer. ilu
this has been a psa
Vote for Mellotune!
I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad
annoying as fuck
Hello👋
Please take a moment to read my story.
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, . Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,
Heba Al-Dahdouh.
I KNOW CHRISTMAS IS OVER BUT HERE BRUCE AND JASON ANGST RAHHHHHH
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Did you guys know that Duke's tag on Ao3 only has 7,000 fics? Because I didn't.
Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”
Like to charge, reblog to cast
Why did “be critical of your media” turn into “find all its flaws and hate it” why did people become allergic to FUN
shout out to all the guys that are not the girls they ought to be
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This is the fourth departure. I miss you, my children. May God protect you. I am afraid that we will not meet 😭🇵🇸🌹