I Know I've Said This A Hundred Times But If You're Worried About Palestinian Fundraisers Being Scams

Asking for help is not easy, I ask for a small donation of only 20€ from each person, 20€ will save my family from death in Gaza 💔 Donate through the link in bio (gofundme) Together, we can achieve our goal within a day and provide crucial support to me and my family in Gaza. Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times your kindness is our greatest hope. We are very grateful for any assistance you can provide and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need .

Thank you for your kindness and support of my story..🇵🇸🍉

The campaign was documented by @90-ghost

https://gofund.me/1bdb615f

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Donate to Help Karim and his Family Have a Better Life and Future, organized by Denise Pratt

I’m Denise. I live in Washington State in the U.S. I’m organizing… Denise Pratt needs your support for Help Karim and his Family Have a Bett

Noury is a Gojo Satoru JJK Fangirl and artist. She's been documenting the attacks on Gaza since the beginning. Both she and her brother lost an eye, her father can no longer walk and her mother cannot eat because of a broken jaw. They need help to pay for surgeries and medicine.

Please donate and spread this around as much as you can.

They appear to be in relative safety but were injured and untreated for days because of Israel's bombings, which is why their injuries got this bad.

I also wanted to document every post she's made since the beginning of Israel's attacks. It's important to remember every day as it happened when Israel is trying to hide what they've done to the civilian population and ordinary people in Gaza. Especially this sweet, funny young woman who found the time to thirst over her favorite anime boy as a comfort between all the attacks.

Posted in reverse chronological order under the Read More.

More images in a reblog.

stop normalizing ai use in fandom 👎

"I want to live in a world in which teenagers can fulfil their natural purpose of being annoying" and "I do not always want to be annoyed by the teenagers" are compatible sentiments

Happy Monday!!!!

Catch my breath part 3: bloom pages 32 & 33

Montage time!

I’m gonna cry! There are only the final pages after this! It’s finally finishing! The year long project that was meant to be 20 pages is coming to an end at a total of 80 with a whole fake medical pamphlet and a planned epilogue to come of another few pages. Ahhhh ok no sap just yet I’ll hold it off one more week.

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Kofi with each part in a labeled gallery here for free but tips are always greatly appreciated 🥰💕

Ahhhhh guess I’ll see you all again next week for the fine conclusion of Catch my Breath!

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Redrawing the thing that made me become a t4t steddie artist 🫡

Hallo my friend 🌹

Can you help me recover from the war?

I am Ahmed Jehad, I am 28 years old. I am married and have a daughter who is less than a year old. I live in Gaza in a displacement tent in Deir al-Balah, I lost shelter and a source of income.

My house was destroyed in Khan Yunis and I was displaced more than 3 times fleeing from the massacres. I am trying to protect my family from this devastating war.

I am in difficult days to search for water, food, and necessities for my child.

Help me save my family from destruction and poverty.

My campaign has been/ verified by the bees and watermelon organization for verified/examined campaigns (No. 171) by @aces-and-angels

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Please help me by donating

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Donate to Help Ahmed Jehad and his newborn survive!, organized by Ashika Jaffar

Ahmed Jehad (28 years old) is living in a never-ending nightmare. He got marri… Ashika Jaffar needs your support for Help Ahmed Jehad and hi

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i know everyone is sick of me talking about my shop but this one is actually important:

this sticker will hopefully be available on opening day (if not, a few days after) and all profits from this design are going to medical aid for palestinians so if NOTHING else, please be there for this one.

Repeat after me:

It is OKAY to have content preferences and to be uncomfortable with certain ships or topics, controversial or not. It is OKAY to distance yourself from such content and block certain tags or creators.

It is NOT OKAY to actively hate and harass real people for creating content of fictional characters that features things that make you uncomfortable.

i gotta say tumblr is far better than twitter. a post about nanny au steddie gets over 200 (sweet) notes in less than 24hrs here and nothing there. it worse because you can see that so many people have seen it and decided not to interact.

so. screw them. y’all get the next round of brain worms my continued dive into the nanny is bringing (mid season 3 atm).

wiggling thoughts like it was a crushing scene that brought eddie to the harrington’s door.

it was humiliating, his previous relationship and employment crashing and burning simultaneously. losing his boyfriend billy and position at the record shop to that conniving witch paige.

dressing up in a borrowed outfit from wayne and schlepping nutritional supplements of all things only to be pulled into the most gorgeous house by the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen.

“thank god you’re here, i’d nearly given up! the agency was saying they couldn’t send anyone else out, something about OSHA and insurance claims being out of control.”

the man had dragged him down a hallway, into a richly decorated, wood panel office, gesturing for eddie to take a seat on one of the velvet cushioned chairs while rummaging through a stately desk.

seemingly finding what he was looking for, he pulled out a packet of papers. “ah, still have one copy of the contract left! again, so happy you made it on such short notice, was nearly about to leave the children with robin.”

a gesture to the left brought eddie’s attention to a woman he’d overlooked in the whirlwind.

she was near the same age as the man, perhaps early forties, wearing a sharply pressed suit and standing silent in the corner. that is, until the last statement which prompted a dry response,

“a decision we all are endlessly grateful didn’t come to pass. i’d never be able to get the stains out of this suit.”

a gorgeous laugh (god was anything about this man unattractive?), “don’t sell yourself short robin, we know you’ve gotten worse out of clothing over the years.”

eddie broke in, “wait, what? children? contract!?”

oh god, the question prompted the man to slip on a pair of wire-rim glasses, and begin shuffling the papers. eddie was going to die.

“yes, you are the new nanny the agency sent over correct? I’m steve harrington, you’re to watch my children. we just need to go through a few of the formalities first, you understand. can’t just let anyone off the street, you know?”

“uh,” eddie needed to come clean. this was a big misunderstanding, maybe they could laugh about it later over rumpled sheets…no! bad thoughts eddie, focus!

“im sorry, im just here to tell you about these amazing supplements from shaklee. but i can definitely be what you need for a night” eddie delivered with a slight smirk, internally wincing at the last comment.

he watched as steve’s expression dimmed, and he slumped in defeat.

“of course, of course you are. why would anything be going right, today of all days”

clearing his throat, he continued, “i’m terribly sorry for pulling you into this mess, you must have to get back to work. robin will write you check for your time i’ve wasted. apologies again”

with that dismissal, he picked the phone back up and begin dialing,turning his body away from eddie.

robin came over and ushered him out and back down the hall, they’d barely gotten half way before the raised voice of Steve filtered out “what do mean nobody else will come? it was just a measly garden snake, nothing poisonous! and who on earth is allergic to lizards for gods sake! i’ll call the other agency then! what do you mean, there’s a list!? my children are wonderful! to hell with you then!”

the sound of a slammed receiver was clearly heard and then steve’s face peered out from the office door, flushed with anger and hair rumpled from stressed hands.

“For a night you said?”