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Welcome to my blog! (Or, if you're an old mutual looking to not lose touch, hello again! Good to see you) You may call me Cat, and my pronouns are she/her. Pleased to meet you!
I'm a bit of a tumblr veteran, but I needed a rebrand, so this is my new blog. I don't want to make this post too long, so the rest will be under the cut. For now, enjoy your stay here!
I'm Argentinian
I'm asexual and a lesbian (I'm also femme)
I'm an adult (over 20)
I don't suppose DNIs do much against actually stopping people from interacting with whatever blogs they want to, but just to let you know TERFs, zionists, pro-life people, Harry Potter fans/posters, antisemites, aphobes and "lolicons/shotacons" (ew) get an instant block from me
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We no longer have the strength to endure what is happening to us.
This is one of the worst tragedies in history.
Please speak up for us. Share, comment, and let the world know that two million people are suffering every day.
I’m not only trying to survive…
My father is sick, and I can’t afford his treatment. Watching him get worse while I can do nothing is breaking me.
I just need to buy medicine and food for my family.
📌📌📌Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
I don’t know how many more times I can come here and ask for help. Every post I write comes with tears, because my mother’s life is all I can think about.
Yesterday, her condition became much worse , I can’t stop replaying those terrifying moments in my mind. Standing beside her hospital bed, watching her struggle, feeling completely powerless… it’s a pain I can’t put into words. The doctors told us she urgently needs this heart procedure, but we’re still waiting because we don’t have the money.😔
We’re only $600 away from the urgent heart procedure she needs. Such a small number to some people, yet for us it feels like the distance between hope and despair.💔
If your mother were the one in that hospital bed, you wouldn’t stop fighting for her not for a second. That’s exactly what I’m doing now.💔😔
If you’re reading this, please don’t close this post and move on. Be the reason I can finally look my mother in the eyes and tell her, “Mom, we’re going to make it.”
Please… don’t be another person who says, “Someone else will donate.” You could be the reason we reach our goal today. You could be the reason my mother gets the chance to receive the treatment she urgently needs. Even the smallest donation could change everything for us.
Please help us reach the last $600. Every donation brings me one step closer to saying those words to her. 💔🙏
Subject : Collecting money for my mother's operation in her back
Current process :
USD 2,563 / $3,563
Vetted by @sar-soor
Vetted by @opencommunion
Vetted by @el-shab-hussein
I am raising funds to support my elderly parents who are currently living in extremely difficult condition… Mohammed H needs your support f
💔 My Mother’s Life Depends on Your Kindness
My mother is in Gaza, where every day is a struggle to survive. Some time ago, she was injured when shrapnel from nearby shelling struck her back. She tried to endure the pain for as long as she could, but her condition has become much worse. She is now suffering from severe exhaustion and constant pain.
After seeing a doctor, we were told that she urgently needs emergency back surgery. The doctors warned us that the operation should be performed within the next 7 days to prevent her condition from deteriorating further.
The cost of this life-saving surgery is $1,000.
For many people, this may seem like a manageable amount. But for my family, trapped in the devastating conditions in Gaza, it is impossible. Every hour that passes brings more pain, more fear, and the risk of losing my mother.
I am begging you from the bottom of my heart: please help us save her.
Every donation, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to giving my mother the surgery she desperately needs. If you are unable to donate, please share this post with your friends and family. Your support could reach someone who is able to help.
Please don’t let my mother’s condition become another tragedy that could have been prevented.
Thank you for your kindness, your prayers, and your compassion. ❤️
If anything bad happens to me or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
I write these words with tears in my eyes, watching my nephew suffer so much, unable to get up. He has been in excruciating pain and has had repeated fainting spells over the past week due to severe anemia. I cannot afford all the medications he needs because of their high prices. All I wish is that he doesn't faint again, so I implore you to support me and help me buy his medications as soon as possible. Please donate.
Worse still, my nephew lost his father in this genocide, and I, his uncle, am their sole provider. His condition is deteriorating daily, and he desperately needs urgent surgery before his pain worsens. The pain is constant, even at night; he can't sleep, and every moment feels like endless agony.
I stand helpless before this heartbreaking scene. I don't have enough money to cover the costs of the operation or even to provide the medication that would alleviate his excruciating pain. My sense of helplessness is just as painful as his illness itself, perhaps even more so.
I need your help to alleviate my nephew's suffering and save him as soon as possible. Please, I don't want anything bad to happen to him; I've already lost my mother, my older brother, my home, and my friends. Please help me raise the necessary funds for my nephew's medication and surgery as quickly as possible. Support me, donate.
Guys, we still need €550 for the surgery. The Tumblr account I was using to collect donations has been banned—I don't know why. Please don't let me down; please donate. The surgery was supposed to take place tomorrow. Please, please donate. 💔😭
Oh God, oh God, time is running out fast. There are only 9 hours left until the surgery, and we still need 500 euros. Everyone keeps ignoring me completely. I swear my heart aches; I can't bear this. Please help me, don't leave me alone. Please donate, please donate. 😭💔
Please, please—we still need your help to get my nephew the surgery he needs. Please don't let us down. I can't sleep; I really can't. I keep wondering if I’ll be able to get the operation done for my nephew. Please, I don't want to lose him. Please donate! 😭💔
We still need your help, friends. Please, do not just look at my words; they are not merely passing words. We still need 350 euros—please donate, please donate... Save my nephew. Please donate. 😭💔
Everyone, we still need 300 euros to cover my nephew's surgery. If we can raise this amount today, the operation can take place tomorrow. We are only hours away from making it happen—please, I beg you, please donate. 💔😭
Your silence is hurting us more than the bombs. My friends, I've been away because my phone was damaged.💔🙏💔💔
1,000 days of genocide.
1,000 days deprived of the most basic rights of life.
1,000 days of displacement, living in the streets and in tents.
My friends, without your support over the past 2 years and 9 months, we would not have survived. We could have lost our lives because of the lack of food and medicine.
The war is still ongoing. We have no income and very little support left.
My grandmother has been seriously ill and has been in the hospital for the past 5 days.
My mother is still suffering from severe spasms because I have been unable to afford the surgery she desperately needs. I have been pleading for help for months.
My child is suffering from anemia and nutritional deficiencies. Because donations have nearly stopped, I haven't been able to buy the supplements he needs—or even enough food.
Please speak up for us. Why have you forgotten us💔😭😭🙏🙏🙏
🟢Multiple vetted
Please, before you keep scrolling, give me just one minute of your time.
My name is Enas Hajjo. I am 30 years old, from Gaza. I am a wife, and the mother of a little girl.
Our beautiful home،،the place where we dreamed, laughed, and built our lives،،was destroyed during the war. Nothing is left. Every memory we had was buried beneath the rubble.
Since then, we have been trying to survive in circumstances no family should ever have to face.
Then another nightmare began.
In the middle of the war, my husband, Ahmed, became seriously ill. After many tests, the doctors told us the heartbreaking truth, he has lung cancer.
Today, Ahmed is lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. The doctors say he must travel outside Gaza as soon as possible to receive treatment. Without it, we could lose him at any moment.
The cost of his treatment is far beyond anything we could ever afford.
At the same time, I am suffering from severe malnutrition because of the famine. Our bodies are growing weaker every day.
Now we live inside a small tent beneath the burning sun.
Every night, I watch my little daughter fall asleep, and my heart breaks. Rats and insects crawl over her tiny body while she sleeps. I try to protect her, but I cannot protect her from everything.
Can you imagine watching your child live like this?
Can you imagine not knowing whether your husband will still be alive tomorrow?
My daughter is too young to understand cancer.
She only knows that she doesn't want to lose her daddy.
And I don't want to lose my husband.
Please... pause your day for just one minute and look at us with compassion.
If you cannot donate, please don't underestimate the power of a reblog. Sharing our story may help it reach someone who can save my husband's life.
Please reblog our post.
Every reblog gives us another chance to be seen.
Every share brings hope.
Every kind heart brings us one step closer to saving Ahmed.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing with my family.
With love and hope,
Enas Hajjo from Gaza ❤️
✅Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#425)✅
My name is Ahmed Al-Nabeeh. I am 33 years old, a husband and a father t… Amanda Marsh needs your support for Help Ahmad, Enas, and Their Bab
Our beloved little Zozo dreamed of going to Australia and living in safety, just like other children around the world. We had already obtained our Australian visas, but sadly, the war and devastation shattered our dream. Our visas expired, and we were unable to leave Gaza. 💔
Plz don't forget us. Your donation and support can help us rebuild our lives and give our children the chance for a safe future. We still hold on to hope, and with your kindness, that hope can become a new beginning. Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. ❤️🙏
just saw a pigeon doing the puffed up courtship dance thing to another pigeon, and as he was strutting around he suddenly stopped for a split second to do a very brief preen-peck at his own side, then returned to the strutting around. and i surprised myself by instantly losing respect for the male pigeon in that moment, like come on man i appreciate you had an itch or whatever but how is she supposed to feel special when you're getting distracted by bullshit like that? which on reflection i don't endorse, i mean those are pretty harsh dating norms i'm imposing on these pigeons, from a total outsider perspective, for no reason. probably not all girl pigeons are as uptight about that sort of thing as i would apparently be if i was a girl pigeon, maybe she even found it endearing who knows, i don't know her. it's none of my business really. sorry pigeons.
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I got accused of having german colonizer family members and like. My brother in christ my grandfather is visibly dark skinned like. Oh my godddd i hate the “your family were runaway nazis” argument because people use it as a buzzword to discredit actual latin american voices. We should start killing people
Ni siquiera soy argentino ni brasileño pero el cuentico de los gringos de "ñiñiñi tus abuelos eran nazis" me parece especialmente nefasto porque la mayoría de inmigrantes alemanes a argentina y brasil a principios-mediados del siglo XX fueron judíos escapando del holocausto.
Y no pretendo negar que el racismo existe en latam por parte de los blancos y los mestizos, pero cómo se nota que la figura del latino blanco y la idea del racismo en latam es algo que al gringo usualmente solo le importa como excusa para ser xenófobo de manera progresista.