Dear Follower, You May Be Interested In My Matter. My Name Is Aya From Gaza. We Went Through A Year Of
Dear follower, you may be interested in my matter. My name is Aya from Gaza. We went through a year of suffering, torment, bombing, siege, poverty, pain, and hunger. A year while we were in a closed cage, without breathing space, without food, drink, or any element of life to live in safety and peace. My children have become ignorant. They have no education, no health, no hygiene, and no life. They became homeless, lost and beggars. I don't have A source of money to feed my children and survive. We are a family of 15 people living in a small tent and suffering from hunger😭😭 Save the lives of my family and children and donate 20 euros🙏
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Interacting with the Selfshipping community on Twitter made me realize how genuinely deluded some people are how it's not just encouraged it actively celebrated.
Hello dear friends!
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All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, in donating and sharing my posts to inform other donors about our difficult and terrible circumstances caused by the war of extermination on Gaza!
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support you are giving me and my family ✌✌
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Please continue to support me until I achieve my short-term goal of reaching 28k€. There are less than 960€ left to reach it.
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Hey OneShot fandom just me with music rambles.
“In Memory” and “The Author” are the same song, actually. The Author is played on acoustic guitar and In Memory is played on piano.
In fact, all the songs that are related to The Author and his children are all played with a guitar.
The Author, Rue, Aviator, and Vestige all have a guitar as their main instruments.
Just something I found interesting.
slides into your tumblr like a uhhh yeah
HIIIHIHIHI i think you might be that other chujin fan to per say you’re also cool yeah
All I'll say is...let's walk ten paces. And grab our flintlock pistols
Past leshy
Hc: he doesn’t like to wear things that covers his arms, it feels weird because of his grass arms  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63289108
I wrote a fanfiction! About Karis and a hypothetical "good" ending that he did not actually get.
Im gonna lose my fucking shit
I post for an imaginary audience and fucking LOVE OneShot and Inscryption.
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