Severely Underfunded Palestinian Fundraiser

Help Ahmed and his family please

Hello, l hope you are well, l have my family currently in Gaza under war, they live in bad conditions, they lost their home and jobs due to this dreadful war on Gaza, they live in difficult time, they can't find clean water, food or gas to cook their food.

They can't sleep well because it's very hot in tents and insects attack them which cause them many skin problems, this is beside the fear they live in and risk of losing their lives due to the continuous bombing everywhere,

My mother suffers from high blood pressure and there is no health care available to her. My father was subject to a catheterisation surgery a few days before the war. You're support can save them, so please donate and share their campaign before it's too late:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/save-our-lives-to-survive-the-war-on-gaza

the campaign vetted by @moayesh

please look at how my family live in tents:

https://www.supportlrc.app/

here’s the link for the lebanese red cross ^^ any donation helps

reminder that donating just a few $ to gofundme campaigns actually helps, you don't have to donate huge amounts if you don't have the funds, every little bit is useful. give $10, $5, even $1. it all adds up. don't scroll past because you think you can't help. help in your own capacity. donate a dollar. share and speak up.

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Donate to Hot meals 4 Starved Palestinian Kids in north Gaza, organised by Hani Almadhoun

Do you know what it’s like to watch your family starve? I do. My… Hani Almadhoun needs your support for Hot meals 4 Starved Palestinian

Please look at little Hamoud, and his specimen of a cat in Al Zawaydah. Such floof.

Hamoud and many other Palestinian children like him benefit greatly from Gaza Soup Kitchen. Please consider sharing and donating to help the people of Palestine in northern Gaza!

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Wild Kratts coraline au because brainrot. It’s spooky season and we need the spooky au’s. Ngl this was a tough one but I love Wild Kratts and I love Coraline, sooo-

The idea is that Chris is Coraline, a young child who is unhappy with his families move into an old house in the middle of nowhere known as the Pink Palace. He never wanted to move, but unfortunately had to do so, leaving him bitter and angry. In this au, he is about 14 years old, and Martin is a 18.

Martin is something I mulled over for a while, stuck between Wybie and the mother. I stuck with Martin taking the role as the mother, though of course not in the parental sense. Their parents died in the car crash that Coraline mentions in the beginning of the film, leaving Martin as the legal guardian of Chris at just 18 years of age.

As for Aviva and Koki, I decided to put them in the role of Miss Spink and Miss Forcible. I don’t particularly ship Aviva and Koki, (though I do think it’s cute), but finding roles for them in this setting was somewhat difficult. You can view them as married, like the actual characters, or you can view these two as friends living together, doesn’t matter to me. They’re both rather odd in Chris’ opinion. I don’t think the girls would be as old as the actual characters are, but they may be a little older than Martin here. Aviva still makes inventions and other gadgets, but the girls also are into theatre, just like the real Miss Spink and Miss Forcible. They give Chris advice, warning him that danger is coming for the boy, weirding him out as he does not understand what this danger could possibly be.

As for Jimmy, I set him as Wybie. I think they both have the similar aspect of being a nice dude who’s just a little odd, and someone Chris could become good friends with. Jimmy is the same age as Chris and lives with his grandmother, who teaches him her recipes. He finds Chris as Chris is exploring the woods around the Pink Palace, revealing to him that the last kid who lived there disappeared mysteriously, the kid happening to be his grandmothers sister. He is also the one who gives Chris the doll of himself, weirding Chris out.

Mr. Bobibski was a difficult role, but I gave it to Zach. Why? Because Mr. Bobibski is really theatric and a little weird (kinda like Zach), and I think Zach would fit this role. Also it’s a little ironic with the jumping mice thing, so there’s that. Zach serves as the neighbor that Chris at first assumed to be crazy.

The move is due to Martin believing Chris would want a change of scenery, Martin taking his college courses online now that he cannot go on campus. He is struggling to take care of his brother on top of doing college work, so he doesn’t have much time for Chris at the moment, who wanted to go adventuring. The recent loss, the move and the decrease in time spent together between the brothers results in them both fighting and arguing, straining their relationship.

It was a rainy day, Chris itching to go out and explore as there was nothing else to do but unpack, which was something he wasn’t really looking forward to doing. He begs his brother to ket him go outside, only to be told no- as he’ll get wet and possibly sick from being out in the rain. Irritated, Chris walks around the house, following his brother’s instructions to keep himself busy by counting the windows and doors in the house. He takes the doll Jimmy gave him with him, setting it on a table as he counts the windows and the painting in the family room, before realizing that the doll had disappeared, ending up across the room behind a box. Pushing the box aside, he comes to find what looks like a door beneath the wallpaper and begs for Chris to open it. Much to his disappointment, it is bricked up.

It is at night where things really begin. Chris was unhappy with what Martin had made for dinner, calling it disgusting and “not real food”, according to him. Martin insists that he eats it as this as all they have at the moment, or else he can just go to bed. Choosing bed over “slime”, Chris heads upstairs only to be awoken by the sound of a mouse scurrying through the dark. Curiously, he gets up and follows the mouse downstairs and into the family room, the small creature disappearing behind the door. Chris opens it to find, to his amazement, there is now a glowing tunnel leading to what looks like another door.

Crawling through and out the other side, Chris finds himself standing in the family room yet again- but instead of being met with the cold darkness of an empty room, he finds himself in a warm glow emitting from a light on in the kitchen. Confused, he walks into the kitchen only to find Martin standing there.

“Martin? What are you doing up?”

But when the figure turns around to face him, it wasn’t Martin. Because Martin didn’t have button eyes.

cw incest, stalking, breach of privacy, SA

Please help me. i found out my brother (who lives in the same house has me) Has been accessing my private information, including my bank account and my google photos, which contain several compromising photos of me. He has also created a secret folder in my accoubt which Cannot be accessed through any devices owned by me. My Own Shit. And I have proof of him accessing, altering, deleting, and obfuscating information and data. The internet connection here is not reliable for me. I CANNOT LIVE HERE. I AM AFRAID. And i am keeping quiet in order to avoid a major blowout in this house but I have been on the brink of suicide and he is aware of the effects these actions have on me. I am desperate to get far, far, far away from here. I am so tired of feeling unsafe.

vm/paypal.me/: tominova

I am so profoundly alone and just. despondent. I can't keep taking this

Instagram Palestine Go Fund Me Masterpost

This is a masterpost consisting of gofundme links that come from instagram. Each link will take you to an account that belongs to a family in need. If you have any other links that I have not included, please repost this and include them. If I see add ons I will repost this with the add ons as well. If not, I ask you please repost this anyways to get the word out.

Ibrahim’s family: https://www.instagram.com/ibrahim._.waleed._.2005?igsh=Z3RzeDVuczZjZ2Vo

https://www.instagram.com/ibrahim._.waleed._.2005?igsh=Z3RzeDVuczZjZ2Vo

Nedaa’s Family: https://www.instagram.com/nadosha.alaqad?igsh=MWd3dWdwNTZhbTN2dw==

https://www.instagram.com/nadosha.alaqad?igsh=MWd3dWdwNTZhbTN2dw==

Madjy’s Family: https://www.instagram.com/majdyfromgaza?igsh=bzk5bzI2aGZuMGJw

https://www.instagram.com/majdyfromgaza?igsh=bzk5bzI2aGZuMGJw

Stand With Gaza’s Account: https://www.instagram.com/standwithgaza0?igsh=MXE3Mzlrd3VucmVuNQ==

https://www.instagram.com/standwithgaza0?igsh=MXE3Mzlrd3VucmVuNQ==

The Ezzz Family: https://www.instagram.com/ezzzfamily?igsh=MTRkODFzNXk2Z3Rs

https://www.instagram.com/ezzzfamily?igsh=MTRkODFzNXk2Z3Rs

Asma’s Family: https://www.instagram.com/asma_za24?igsh=MTdlZzhidzNnYm5xMg==

https://www.instagram.com/asma_za24?igsh=MTdlZzhidzNnYm5xMg==

Zei’s family: https://www.instagram.com/zei_nabahmed12?igsh=ODg5aXBmb2E3ODVl

https://www.instagram.com/zei_nabahmed12?igsh=ODg5aXBmb2E3ODVl

Alex’s Family: https://www.instagram.com/alexsniders?igsh=MW1wOTNkMThmYW9xaQ==

https://www.instagram.com/alexsniders?igsh=MW1wOTNkMThmYW9xaQ==

Alexandra Sniders: https://www.instagram.com/alexandrasniders?igsh=MWxlNW9hNHRzbjBqcg==

https://www.instagram.com/alexandrasniders?igsh=MWxlNW9hNHRzbjBqcg==

Totam (campaign for a family): https://www.instagram.com/taotam_official?igsh=MXM0MTIyNDJyYXBkYw==

https://www.instagram.com/taotam_official?igsh=MXM0MTIyNDJyYXBkYw==

you can only reblog this today

I'm gonna reblog with some videos of people speaking various American Indian/indigenous American languages, because I think most people don't even know what they sound like. Not to be judgement of that—just, you know, I think people who want to be informed should know what they sound like!

🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.

What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.

🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸

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Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani

Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to