Diane, I am holding in my hands a labubu, a curious gift given to me by Audrey Horne. While I appreciate the sentiment, there is a sinsiter edge to its smile that unnerves me. I will turn him towards the wall when I sleep tonight.

My fanart of Black Dranzer from Beyblade! I finally finished this after many hours, it was really experimental but I had a lot of fun working on it! :D

— A message from Naser, from the heart of Gaza ✍️

Hello

I used to live in my grandfather’s house — a small home filled with my mother’s voice and my sister’s laughter.

But in one moment… everything disappeared.

A missile hit us, and in its cruel silence, it took away my mother and my sister.

I didn’t get to say goodbye… I just stood staring at the rubble, wondering if I was dreaming. 🕊️💔

Now I live with my younger siblings, trying to survive the aftermath. 🧱

But the truth is harsh: no flour, no bread, no sense of safety. 🍞🚫

We boil water and pretend it’s enough. We act strong for each other… but inside, we’re tired. 😔

Every night we sleep hoping to wake to a different morning…

But even the mornings are silent now. 🌅🕯️

All we have left is patience… and memories that refuse to fade. 🧠🫶

I’m not asking for pity… only that you read these words with your heart.

And if you feel moved to be a light in our darkness — even just a flicker

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Every prayer, every share, every kind word… brings light to a corner of our broken world. 💡✨

Thank you for reading.

Thank you for caring.

Thank you for being human. 🤍🌍

Rebuilding What Was Erased – A Message from Abedmajed in Gaza

My name is Abedmajed, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.

In a single missile strike, we lost over 25 members of our family. They were not just names. They were mothers, daughters, sons, grandparents — people we shared meals with, laughed with, and built dreams with.

The missile hit our family home — the heart of everything we knew.

Among those killed were: 🕊️ My mother 🕊️ My sister 🕊️ My older brother His wife and their three daughters 🕊️ My uncle, his wife, and all their sons and grandchildren

We were left with nothing but rubble and grief. Yet somehow, my brother and I survived. And now, we carry the responsibility of rebuilding what was taken — not just for ourselves, but for our father, our surviving siblings, and the memory of those we lost.

💔 Why We’re Fundraising

This campaign is not just about survival. It’s about rebuilding a future — A family home, a shared life, a place where our father can rest safely, Where the next generation of our family can grow up knowing peace instead of trauma.

💬 The funds raised will help us:

🏗️ Rebuild our family home — which was completely destroyed 🛠️ Provide basic support for our father and siblings 🏡 Create safe, livable conditions for a family shattered by loss

🔒 How the Funds Are Managed

Due to the collapse of Gaza’s financial system, all donations are processed through my brother, who has a U.S. registered Stripe account. Funds are securely transferred to Gaza and distributed in cash here on the ground. We are transparent and ready to provide proof of every step.

🌱 Why Your Support Matters

We are not asking for charity. We’re asking for a chance to stand again, To rebuild something we can pass on to the children who survived.

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Your support gives us the strength not just to remember the ones we lost — but to honor them by continuing.

💬 If you can’t donate, a reblog means the world. 🕊️ From Gaza, with hope and dignity — thank you.

Comparing Haymitch and Katniss' narrative styles is so funny to me because he's a yapper and she's a gatekeeper. He drops more lore on D12 in the first two chapters of SOTR than she does in the entire trilogy.

Haymitch is like "Yeah, so this person is related to this person who's related to this person and things are this way because of this and this thing actually came from here and this person is actually my best friend and also here's this extra tidbit of random info cause all my lore dropping comes with it's own additional bonus content and all my unnecessary commentary."

And Katniss is over here like "Tf do I care for if y'all know all the lore of District 12? I'm talking about my beautiful husband's beautiful eyelashes."

Effie is actually not fanservice because she is important to the theme of propaganda in SOTR

Effie is 100% brainwashed AND YET she still hasn't lost her humanity. She believes propaganda completely AND YET she doesn't use it as an excuse to abuse people. Throughout the book, the tributes are constantly dehumanised. But Effie doesn't treat Haymitch that way. She helps the team. She's there for him in the launch room- which Drusilla and so many Capitol citizens would never do.

So there really is no excuse for abusing people, not even "I was lied to" or "i thought i was in the right" or "I was fed propaganda"

You still choose how you interact with people around you and how you treat them.

Thanks for coming 2 my TED talk.

haymitch says himself katniss is like him, but luckier.

katniss realized the berries were nightlock before peeta ate them.

when your circle small but y’all doomed by the narrative

The Hunger Games has the FUNNIEST arranged marriage of all time btw. Katniss realizes she'll have to marry Peeta and she's obviously upset so Haymitch tries to comfort her by saying "you could do a lot worse" and Katniss is like "well DUH of course I could do worse than Peeta he's the best & handsomest person on the face of the planet but that's not the POINT I want to be able to choose for MYSELF". Then she goes and chooses Peeta anyway lol. Comedy gold I tell you

how do y’all think haymitch felt when katniss came back to him all “i want wiress, beetee, and mags as allies” in catching fire? hand-picking his two and a half men(tors)!!

“of course you do” as his response now means so much more bc he’s not just exasperated he’s like “you really are me with a braid”

snow really convinced himself lucy gray didn't love him (after she wrote a whole song about him and tried to run away with him) and then forty years later told sixteen year old haymitch abernathy that dying in the arena would be dodging a bullet compared to loving a covey girl. top 10 situationships gone horribly wrong

Men really will go through a singular bad breakup before they even get to college and use that as fuel for the next 65 years to wreak generational damage on an entire country and become a ruthless dictator, killing tens of thousands while still justifying their own actions.

No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

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Save us before it's too late.🚨 Please help me. Don't leave us to die alone. Our lives are in your hands. 🚨

My name is Suheila, a mother of five children.

We are living under extremely difficult conditions. Right now, we are trapped under heavy bombardment all around us.

Every passing moment is a threat to our lives.

I am pleading with you from the bottom of my heart—please donate and help us relocate to safety.

Our area has now been declared a ghost zone, which means the danger is beyond words.

Please don’t leave us to die in silence.

My husband Shadi was injured during the war, his condition is critical, and he urgently needs treatment abroad.

But we don’t have the money or a way to get out of here.

I beg you, save my family, save my children—save us before it’s too late.

Our lives are in your hands.

We are not just numbers on the news........

We are a real family—children who want to live, a mother who’s trying to protect them, a father who is injured and in pain.

Our home is no longer safe. Our nights are filled with fear and the sound of bombs.

I cry silently every night, wondering if we’ll survive till the morning.

Please, don’t scroll past our suffering.

Even the smallest donation could mean shelter, food, medicine, or a way to escape this nightmare.

We’ve lost everything—but we haven’t lost hope in people like you.

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Imagine looking into your child's eyes as he suffocates, unable to breathe.Hearing his silent groans every night.Seeing him writhe in pain, while you stand helpless, broken, and devastated.Everything inside you screams: Save him!But there's no money, no power, no strength.

Yes...he's dying slowly before my eyes.He suffers from severe lung infections, and the doctors say if he doesn't undergo urgent surgery,his heart will stop at any moment.

I have no hope of paying the price of saving him...an astronomical sum, and I can barely afford to feed him.

By the mercy of your mothers, your sighs, and your hearts:Don't leave us to die alone. Don't let his shroud outstrip his life.

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‼️ From a Wounded Father... To Your Hearts ‼️

My name is Musab,

and I’m a father of three beautiful daughters:

Alma, Lama, and Lina — innocent souls living through fire and fear.

War destroyed our home, my health, and our livelihood.

I was seriously injured in my shoulder and had surgery,

but now I urgently need a second operation —

and I can’t even afford to feed my daughters.

My little girl Lama has metal implants (platinum) in her tiny body after being injured — she still needs medical care.

Meanwhile, famine is spreading in Gaza, and I have nothing left but this plea.

From a broken father's heart… Please, don’t turn away.

My daughters are hungry.

My home is gone.

I’m in pain — and they are starving.

If you can't donate, please share.

Your voice could be the reason someone hears us.

From a father in Gaza — thank you for reading,

thank you for caring,

thank you for not turning away.

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.