Hello,
Hello,
My name is Anas Al Burri. I am 17 years old, and I live in G*za. My sister has jaundice because she gave birth to her child in an unhygienic area during the war. She has no medication, and her condition is worsening, almost life-threatening. She is too ill to produce milk for her son, and we can't get milk from anywhere else. I have no medication for my diabetes! I am missing insulin, and my blood sugar is critically high, often above 180 and sometimes even 400. I suffer from hyperglycemia attacks and can't get to a hospital because we are in the northern part of G*za.
Three months ago, my 14-year-old brother Ahmad was searching for something to eat when he was sh*ot in the ch*est by sni*pers from a kilometer away. The bul*let went straight through his body. He was just a CHILD! We still can't believe it and keep thinking he will come back any moment. We didn't even have time to mourn him before the next family members were kill*ed.
The hardships my family and I face are beyond what words can describe. This is our last resort.
We are reaching out to you with a desperate plea. We need your help to survive. Your donation can provide us with the life-saving medications and food that we desperately need. Every act of kindness brings us closer to safety and restores a glimmer of hope in our hearts.
With your support, you can give us and many other families in Gaza a chance to survive and rebuild our shattered lives. Help us survive and leave G*za so that the last of our family does not perish.
https://gofund.me/e15adce5
Thank you for your empathy and kindness.
With heartfelt gratitude,
Anas Al-Burri and Family
❤❤
I’ll try and help as much as I can
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random headcanon time:
gerry is always approached by street cats. no matter where or how.
Wait. Is that? *dramatic gasp* COLOUR!
Anyway, Micheal distortion!!
Hi!! I’m going to try and post every few days bc I need to practice more.
Anyway, today I finally drew someone from tmp (:
when i tell you i would not survive that
I’ve always gone back and forth about whether to picture Martin stabbing Jon in the front or the back because there’s such beautiful symbolic potential for both.
Like on the one had you’ve got the image that they’re cradling the knife between them, both holding it during perhaps the closest thing they’ve had to a true act of free will in a long time. Jon can’t press the knife in, but he can ease the blow for Martin. He can tell him it’s okay, that he forgives him even though there’s nothing to forgive. It’s horrible and painful, but it’s also setting them free. The blood would get on both of them as they held each other, and, at first glance, you wouldn’t be able to tell whose it was.
But then on the other hand you’ve got nothing coming between them, not even this, not even now. It’s Jon being killed by the same person in whose arms he’s currently finding comfort—and those two things are not at odds. It’s the potential that, if the knife is long enough, Martin could cut himself as well, but that doesn’t matter because his heart already broke with Jon’s anyway. It’s two people who have always found it so hard to trust taking the ultimate symbol of betrayal and turning it into a symbol of loyalty.
And I don’t know which I love more.
bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM
Lee fletcher #12
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
he was the last to be claimed. in fact he wasn't actually claimed -- he came into camp 15 years old, apollo's spitting image, went to hermes, hung out with the laughing apollo cabin assuring him their father's symbol will come any day now, and it doesn't. he waits. he waits until people start whispering, until shame burns hot, until he sees the apollo kids looking at him with wide eyes and helplessness and walks away. he waits until luke curls a hand on his shoulder, mouth twisted in something bitter, and says don't worry about it, kid. the gods have never cared about us. he waits until he stops waiting and cass marches over at breakfast and drags him over to their table and when chiron comes quietly to tell her its not allowed she stands on the highest surface she can find with steel in her spine and eyes glowing green and says he is ours. OURS. and no one dares challenge her.
Honestly “Desires” might not entirely be it. I think it may be sort of a “Careful what you wish for”
“I just wanted to make people laugh” okay well nightmare clown
“I wanted to play the role of the mysterious stranger” okay. Truck crash
“I wanted to prove my thesis.” How about such an intimate experience with it that you will never be the same
It’s like these people are experiencing the consequences of obsession in real time dialed up to 11
will wants to make a friend.
nico wants to know what star wars is.
