My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
What would be the context on this situation.
Like I can't think of a single way context can make this seem not gay.
Oml I was going through my camera roll and found a sargemore image and thought it looked so out of context I had to share
LIKE MY MANS IS COVERED IN WATER AND FILLMORE IS BLUSHING I CANT.
These two characters have the absolute best reaction.
🚨Take a moment to imagine your child or loved one. What would you do for them? How far would you go to protect them and shield them from pain, loss and despair🚨
I am Marwa, a mother of three girls, Belasan, Joan and Nada, ages 7 to 14. 🔊🔉🔈I will take a moment to share my story.📢📣
My children and I lived under bombardment and aggression. We had a safe home full of dreams and a bright future for my daughters.
But everything changed when the war on Gaza began. Our house, which we built with strength and effort before the war, was destroyed.
We lost our job, which was our only source of income. The journey of displacement and moving from one place to another began without the minimum necessities of life. We faced difficulties in providing healthy food and clean water. We lived in fear and terror. My daughters could no longer sleep from the intensity of fear.
My mother-in-law suffers from serious lung infections and chronic diseases, and we find it difficult to provide appropriate treatment for her, especially in the winter and the bitter cold. She is part of our family after losing her husband. We are now without shelter, moving from one place to another, and struggling to survive. Today we have no income, no life, and no work. We are determined to rebuild our dreams, secure our future, and rebuild our home. We cannot do this alone and we need your help in building our lives. Your support, no matter how small, can make a big difference. Thank you for helping us find hope on our journey.
@negaspaces @ipod-shuffle @beatrixie12 @wingedalpacacupcake @ilovethetalkingclock @canvas-madness-txc
Problem 1 of having no game:
You don't know how to write a flirting scene without it being creepy.
Oh yeah, uh
What the hell happened to Carl? Did he die? Like where tf did he go?
I'm just imagining him watching the World Grand Prix and going insane.
(If you don't know who Carl is, he is from the book Cars: Struck by Lightning. he was Lightning's "best friend" from the racing academy they trained at. He betrays Lightning and leaves, gets a career and disappears)
(And its a very popular theory that they were more than friends while at the academy💀)
I forgot about this
WELL NOW YOU CAN :D
Try your hand at writing an apocalyptic alternate universe fanfic on cars! And don't worry, It doesn't have to be Shakespeare level, just do your absolute best!
Put it in the following collection:
Yes, I know that's extremely out of pocket for a cars fic, but that's the fun of it!
AND if you don't feel like writing, you could draw something. Either, fanart of someone else's fic or just an original piece. Use the hashtag when you post it here on tumblr: #Cars Apocalypse
(The quality of the art gets better if you click it💀)
Or you do both writing and fanart, entirely up to you🫵
Gonna go ask my normal art friend to draw me something cars related
Wish me luck
I thought it'd be funny to download Dreamlight valley, yknow that little Disney game? I just said, hey, imma see if pixar characters show up. And they do.
But then the game became so dark that some days I was just sat on the couch staring at the tv wondering if I could deal with disney trauma today.
I draw & write stuff ● fandom is a bit dead right now so I mainly will be on and off 🍉 🍉🍉
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