Nonononono But Not Just A Girldad, Like Girldad To An EXTREMELY Doomed Girl Thats Probably Not Gonna

Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.

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Help Lama in the North

Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hop

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.

Me with every fandom ever

Am i too late to this trend

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My favourite character trope is that one friend that has never once appeared on screen but everytime they're mentioned it's like they've been through all circles of hell- like Cunk on Earth's "My mate Paul" or Bojack Horseman's "Erica!!"

if there's one thing that Ghost taught me is that sometimes a family can be a weird old guy, pitbull, a slut (part-time kazoo player), a rat bastard (literally), their long lost brother who thinks hes a vampire, and their dead father/brother (?) who ocasionally comes back to life to do a sick sax solo and then die again

Do yall ever just

Rebloging this bc i worked my ass out and the only person who saw it was a bot💔💔

Drew both on the same day btw

((also idk how to make the pictures look smaller so well have to deal w the big ahh drawings for now))

I have a bunch of OC's that are just built out off a bunch of better written, melt together facts and concepts of my older OC's and I like to believe that they all reincarnated into their newer versions. Or like theyre their ancestors or smth- just seems like such a beautiful concept to me that all of my new creations all have at least a tiny part of my first creations. Even if i scrapped their story, they never really left

the need to talk about the characters vs the fear that all of my analysis is just empty prose and surface level understanding