My Name Is Elin, A Mother Of Three From Gaza. I’m Writing To You From A Place Of Deep Suffering. Our

Heave you ever read every good or decent fanfic in a fandom your in and now all you do is wait for someone to update or make a new fic

Hi, I hope I’m not burdening you with this message. My family and I are living through a tragedy I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Our home was completely destroyed in the war, and now we live among the rubble, without safe shelter, steady food, or any means to provide for our three children. Prices have skyrocketed beyond anything we can possibly afford. If you are able to help, even just by sharing our story on your page or with your friends, you would be helping to raise our voice. And if you can donate, even a small amount, you would be part of saving a family from death and destruction. Here is the link to support us: https://gofund.me/23dc0918 Thank you for taking the time to read our message. With deep gratitude, The Samer Family

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little animation practice for the au im working on

pov; daydream (solar's sun) meeting eclipse thinking he's solar.

🌸 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

“My name is Hiyam a broken mother, fighting alone just to survive…”

I am a mother of nine children. We lost our father, our provider, our protector. My husband was martyred in the recent attacks on Gaza. He died under the bombs, and left behind a destroyed home and nine terrified little hearts.Since he left, I’ve been battling life with every bit of strength I have… but the truth is: I am exhausted.

Every day, I wake up to the hungry faces of my children. Their eyes ask me, “Mama, what will we eat today?”And I have no answer.No bread. No milk. Not even a blanket to warm their tiny bodies through the freezing nights.

My home was destroyed. My dreams shattered with it.I am not asking for much — only that my children survive, only that they live with dignity, only that we get through one more day.

I beg every person with a heart, every soul that knows what it means to watch your child suffer while you stand helpless Please, help us Be the support we lost. Be the mercy we so desperately need.

Chuffed

Help Hiam and Her Children

Hello, I hope you and your family are well. My name is Hiam. I am 49 years old, and a mother of nine children-six daughters and three sons. 

Only God knows how we’re surviving And only He can reward those who choose to help.

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At a time when millions of children are starving, there's talk of spending $50 million on a lavish military parade to celebrate a controversial politician's birthday. Mark Hamill's comment sums up the sentiment of many: such a celebration could be met with absolute public outrage. Confusing priorities at a time when we need compassion more than showmanship.

Tumblr has 100 million users. Where are you? Engage. Protest. Donate.

Danny is adopted by the batfamily the second he steps foot in Gotham and does a pretty good job of keeping his secret. Almost six months now!! I mean, he wasn't fully able to hide his secret. His family thinks he's a meta with a handful of powers. But he's got the halfa thing on lockdown

He just didn't take Constantine into account

Danny met the guy exactly once and knew he was clocked the second they made eye contact. The next thing he knew Bruce was gifted a book titled The Care and Maintenance of Rare Entities

With a very damning chapter in particular.

He was starting to understand why Constantine was hated in cryptid/paranormal circles. Unbearably smug man

Dinner that night was almost more awkward than his first night in the manor. But at least he has the reassurance he's supported 100% percent.

Bruce just doesn't completely understand how to approach the concept of a half-ghost son. He does, however, have a bisexual son. Is it like gay? What's the protocol here? Cake? Custom cake? With ghosts? Rainbow cake? With the inscription 'Congrats It's a Ghost' maybe? He makes sure to reassure Danny, that he'll be having a talk with Constantine about exactly how appropriate it was to out him. It should've been Danny's decision to tell them. After a long talk with Tim, Bruce was reasonably sure he knew how to handle this. He just wished he knew what kind of flag was meant for half-ghosts. Tim wasn't helpful on that front

He's a little confused but he's got the spirit.

THREE YEARS?! :0 happy anniversary tsams (I’ve only been in this fandom since September but it’s been great)

Ok but what about the angst that could happen if he never left solar. What if and this is a stretch but eclipse and ruin are working together and when solar was knocked out was just eclipse taking control to make a deal with ruin.

And back to my note of angst what if they catch eclipse they start to torture him and he pushes solar into control. So solar comes into consciousness to moon torturing him and sun potentially watching. He tries to tell them it's him but they don't believe him because they think eclipse is pretending to be solar. They tell solar who they think is eclipse that pretending won't save him. They continue to torture solar and demand that he tells them how that came back. There tearing him apart and hurting him until lunar comes in and make them stop. But now it to late the damage has been done. trauma and guilt all around.

I’M HAPPY STIMMING SO HARD MY HANDS ARE HALF HUMB!