Hello and welcome!! I'm riri/ririn, your friendly local shitposter and occasional doodler :>
My main fandoms are ph, vnc, dgm and whatever else I'm hyperfixating on when you stumble onto my blog. I also occasionally ramble about books, web novels and webtoons.
My name is Hussam. I am a father, a husband… and I am trying to keep my family alive. 💔
Before the war, we lived a simple, peaceful life in Gaza. My wife and I were raising our six children—four boys, one girl, and our baby daughter who had not yet turned one. Our home was small, but it was full of laughter, warmth, and love. 🏡❤️
Then, in a single moment, everything was gone.
Airstrikes destroyed our home. The walls that once protected my children turned into rubble. I still remember the sound… the fear in their eyes… the way they held onto me as we ran for our lives. I couldn’t take anything with me—only my family. 😢💥
Now, we live in a fragile tent in a refugee camp. ⛺
The cold does not wait. The wind enters from every side. At night, my children cannot sleep—not because of noise, but because of hunger. My baby daughter cries in my arms, and I have nothing to give her. No milk. No warmth. Only empty hands and a broken heart. 🥶👶💔
As a father, this is the deepest pain—to see your children suffer and feel helpless.
Every day is a battle. I search for food. I try to keep our tent standing. I try to protect my children from sickness, fear, and despair. I am doing everything I can… but it is not enough. 😔
I need your help.
I want to be honest with you: during my last fundraising campaign, I was scammed. At a time when we had nothing, we lost even more. It broke me—but I refused to give up on my children. ⚠️💔
Now, I have created a new campaign with the help of a trusted friend, so your support can safely reach my family. I am asking you from my heart—please give us another chance. 🤝
Your help can save my children. 🙏
Even a small donation can mean: 🍞 Food for my hungry children
🍼 Milk for my baby daughter
💊 Medicine when we are sick
🧣 Blankets to survive the cold nights
Please, my friends… do not turn away.
If you cannot donate, please share my story. Your share could reach someone who can help save my family. 📢
Hussam is a father, a husband and a survivor.
From a father who is trying not to lose everything
speaking as an american: can people in america/canada/europe/even australia and nz stop acting so surprised when a country in latin america, asia, or africa pass a landmark LGBT rights bill??? seeing comments like “WHAT???? uruguay is more progressive than MY country???” or “are you joking?!?! TAIWAN approved gay marriage before MY country???” really grinds my gears.
when you make incredulous comments like “WHAT???? the first country to include LGBT rights in its constitution was in AFRICA!?!?!? AFRICA!?!?!?!” you sound like you can’t possibly believe that cultures of color CAN be progressive, or “better” at preserving/granting civil rights than white cultures, because you believe that white cultures are the epitome of progress and liberalism. which is a colonialist point of view.
you don’t sound supportive of the LGBT people living there, you just sound like a jealous racist. just be happy for the people in that country who just had a new avenue for self expression opened to them by the law, and work on creating change in your own country. period.
I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭
Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.
I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.
My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭
I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹
Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world
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My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry I… Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he
all yall make jokes about couples and their nonromantic third wheel having fun together, but im the one getting treated to food tonight by the couple im nonromantically third wheeling. you wish you were me
I'm sorry I read this as "necromantic third wheel" and went on a very rapid powerful imagination adventure. hello lovebirds I'm the skeleton here for breadsticks
in shirahama's commentary thread for episode 8, she mentions that the original relationship between qifrey and easthies (in the manga) was meant to be worse (the japanese phrase is the equivalent of the english "like cats and dogs"), but she toned it down a little after her editor mentioned that qifrey wasn't the type to use "crass words" so it ended up being a "softer" argument instead
which is to say, i think it's entirely possible that qifrey would straight up just call easthies a motherfucker if he was angry enough/not around children
suo knowing flower language, suo loving animals, suo's favorite place in makochi being the school, suo finding ways to avoid lying to his friends, suo protecting everyone's backs, suo being the first one to offer support, suo being bad at art, suo being good at chemistry, suo teasing his friends, suo using his ability of getting people to do what he wants to unite class 1-1, suo getting pissed when his friends are hurt, suo wanting to be mature. suo being kind. suo being considerate.