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.
Is it too early in his creation for me to start asking him stuff like hugs?
Emperor Eclipse, but Digital ✨ ( finally )
They’re a tall, fluffy, pretty, asshole.
interaction with Orange bonus
desperate for a tv show filmed like modern family or the kardashians of the batfam, titled “watch out for the waynes” or something like that.
bruce signed for the limited series to keep up appearances.
dick acts like a love island contestant.
damian is only ever in the corner of shots, staring into the soul of the cameraman.
cass, similarly, does not contribute much, but looks to the camera like she’s in modern family whenever shit happens.
tim finds every way to be the last laugh, the one-liner guy, the “unexpected, effortless, fan favourite™️”.
duke frequents the interview room.
jason sends subtextual messages to the audience through the books he’s seen reading in a scene:
bruce and tim are having a tiff about who’s idea is better while jason’s reading “the metamorphoses - book iii 339-358” (narcissus).
everyone’s having a grand old time at a gala while jason’s at a table reading “vile bodies”.
damian’s in a mood and nobody’s picked up on it yet while jason is seen reading “american psycho”.
nobody can find steph and tim and jason’s sat literally reading the back of a “dazed and confused” dvd to get his point across.
For dogs I can imagine biohazard as a scared up pitbull looking all mean and scary but being the sweetest thing ever, alpha as like a German shepherd or wolf dog, and beta a Chihuahua or some sort of purse dog. For cats I imagine biohazard as a black cat everyone thinks he's bad but he's just a sweet baby or a Maine coon all big and intimidating but absolutely a sweetheart, alpha as an Siamese cat or a Bengal, for beta I could see them as a cheetah technically a predator but absolutely too shy and anxious to actually hurt anyone. Can you imagine them all turned into cats though, beta would probably cry or hide being so small
I lied, I'm not done with Beta yet
I always imagined him as a puppy but kitty works too
(maybe Biohazard and Alpha as cats later)
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.
The sooner you reblog this, the funnier it is
is been a year since all hell break loose...
I felt silly.
(My au has been a bit too happy for a bit too long. Also I’m almost done with the “final” 3rd part of kidnapping Twisted Rodger, I promise-)
Reminder that Twisted Vee has no idea where Stained Glisten even is right now. I’m sure that won’t be an issue later.
just random things I find none of it belongs to me age:20. if you ask me things I might send long answers or simple small things. I get anxious and don't want to be seen as rude or annoying sending too much or too little
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