🕊️ Please Take A Moment To Read Nadin’s Story

Watch "Homemade Ranch: 1967" on YouTube

YouTube

Homemade Ranch: 1967

One nation under ranch

I just want to keep this here

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

I just woke up and had this nap the memory s are disappearing but it was like a really weird Sam's au where lunar had kill code and kill code had his own body and something happen that had made him go feral and so lunar hugs him??? I guess or something and they transferred back then they kiss and as they kiss lunar destroys some part of kill that like either kills lunar or makes him pass out no clue I think my dream just turned into weird look into alternate dimensions through different characters all of which are Sam's based.

Danny: Hey, Dick, can I borrow one of your old Robin costumes? I wanna win the Halloween costume contest.

Dick: Sure. Do you want the tights too?

Danny: The what?

Dick: Tights? Nude skater tights? That I wore underneath to keep warm?

Danny: ...

Dick: ...

Dick: Did you really think I ran around Gotham in the middle of winter with no pants on?

Danny: Knowing you, yes.

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

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.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

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.

Vetted by @gazavetters

I've been trying not to ask for anything, but I'm falling behind again and starting to panic. It's really hard to show that I have overdue bills without doxxing myself as well. I have enough money for the mortgage and my car payment thank gods. But that will also take every penny I have. We just had to have the car serviced because I spend about 10 hours every week driving for work. And my partner had to give them two whole paychecks as a down payment and now can't give me anything for the bills. [That bill is $1000 but it's on a payment plan.]

In the next few days we'll also get bills for -

Electricity - about $200 Garbage pickup - about $87 Car insurance - $157

Anything helps ;_;

And if you're just as poor as I am - please reblog at least.

I have a Ko-fi for tips - https://ko-fi.com/followmeontumblr

And lots of things for sale - https://www.etsy.com/shop/PatchworkLaboratory

And a paypal account attached to this old email - nightshade518@yahoo.com

The one really big bill is the one I'm crying over because they can and will take legal action if we don't pay them.

I'm not against this clown coming in my room, personally!

REBLOG IF I CAN BE YOUR FRIEND.

& message you without being judged.

🌸 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:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

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

Gaza is bleeding, and we are still here, clinging to life.

We wake up to funerals and sleep to the sound of bombs.

There is no clean water. Barely any food. No medicine. No safety.

We sit in the dark, waiting for a light that never comes.

Pretending to be strong while our hearts starve and our minds tremble.

All we want is one ordinary day.

No terror. No loss.

No lines for bread.

We just want to live.

If this moved something inside you, the link below can help

Your share can save a life. Your silence won't.

This is not just a post. This is a cry for help. From Gaza, with pain.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help me and my family escape the war in Gaza, organized by Asma Ayyad

I am Asmaa, 25 years old, the daughter of this beautiful family of 8 members. … Asma Ayyad needs your support for Help me and my family esca