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here's my rentry page , despite being unfinished
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this is also a Mr tomo and a shugabush fanblog , so
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I am Iman Rouqa from Gaza, a mother of three young children.💔 I live in a dilapidated tent after the war destroyed my life. It destroyed my home and my source of livelihood
, and I was injured by shrapnel. I went into a coma that lasted for two months,😭 during which I had blood clots and a heart attack, which led to severe weakness in the heart muscle. The doctors made a decision not to get pregnant at all💔..
But God willed that I later become pregnant again.
Now I need to take all the necessary medications,💉 including blood thinners, heart medications, vitamins, supplements, and pregnancy calcium.💊 I also need follow-up appointments with cardiologists and pregnancy specialists, and monthly echocardiograms.
I urgently need these medications and supplements. I'm only asking for what will save me and my baby from the clutches of illness, weakness, and frailty. May God grant you success and heal your sick🛑. Any small donation could save me and protect my baby from any danger🥺.
You can verify my identity through 🗂️From my number (ID: 670) by @gazavetters
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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
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
Who I Am & Why I’m Here 💙
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.
That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙
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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
Holding Onto Memories 🎞️
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There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
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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
Here we are again, cooking herbs on fire because of famine and lack of cooking gas the cycle of hardships continues, when will we break free from this suffering? I have no other words. We're done, our life has lost all meaning. Any help, no matter how small, would ease our suffering ❤️🩹 Donations makes difference, and reblogging this message can help too. 🙏
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Hello Everyone, I am Nour Al Madhoun, 30 years old, a computer engineer from gaza, my h… Tahir Awad needs your support for Help my family r
The Power of Memories 🎞️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and I want to share a little bit of my journey with you.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place I once called home. Life was simple but beautiful. I remember sitting with my family in the evenings, drinking tea and telling stories. I remember walking through the streets, greeting neighbors, feeling like I belonged. I remember celebrating birthdays, laughing over silly jokes, and dreaming about the future.
But in the blink of an eye, everything changed. My home is gone. My family is not whole anymore. My city is unrecognizable. 💔 The streets that once felt so safe are now filled with emptiness. The laughter has been replaced with silence.
And yet, I hold onto my memories. Because memories remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what truly matters. They remind me that love, family, and connection are stronger than destruction.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family, tell someone you love them, appreciate the warmth of home. These small moments are what truly make life beautiful. 💙
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
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
They Took Everything—But Not My Will to Keep Going
💔 Imagine losing everything overnight. That’s what happened to me.
My name is Naser, and war shattered my world. In a single moment, I lost my mother and sister. Our family home was destroyed. My three brothers and I were forced to flee with nothing. No safety, no home, no certainty of what tomorrow would bring.
But even after losing everything, I refuse to lose hope.
🏡 We Still Have Dreams 🔹 I dream of going to university. 🔹 My brother dreams of becoming a doctor. 🔹 Another wants to be an engineer. 🔹 The youngest? He just wants a normal childhood.
The war took our past, but I refuse to let it take our future.
💙 Will You Help Us Rebuild? Your kindness, your support, your voice—can be the reason we get a second chance. Even sharing this post can help.
My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr
🙏 Thank you for believing in us.
They Took Everything—But Not My Will to Keep Going
💔 Imagine losing everything overnight. That’s what happened to me.
My name is Naser, and war shattered my world. In a single moment, I lost my mother and sister. Our family home was destroyed. My three brothers and I were forced to flee with nothing. No safety, no home, no certainty of what tomorrow would bring.
But even after losing everything, I refuse to lose hope.
🏡 We Still Have Dreams 🔹 I dream of going to university. 🔹 My brother dreams of becoming a doctor. 🔹 Another wants to be an engineer. 🔹 The youngest? He just wants a normal childhood.
The war took our past, but I refuse to let it take our future.
💙 Will You Help Us Rebuild? Your kindness, your support, your voice—can be the reason we get a second chance. Even sharing this post can help.
My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr
🙏 Thank you for believing in us.
Holding Onto Memories 🎞️
There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
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
Holding Onto Memories 🎞️
There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
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
The Power of Memories 🎞️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and I want to share a little bit of my journey with you.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place I once called home. Life was simple but beautiful. I remember sitting with my family in the evenings, drinking tea and telling stories. I remember walking through the streets, greeting neighbors, feeling like I belonged. I remember celebrating birthdays, laughing over silly jokes, and dreaming about the future.
But in the blink of an eye, everything changed. My home is gone. My family is not whole anymore. My city is unrecognizable. 💔 The streets that once felt so safe are now filled with emptiness. The laughter has been replaced with silence.
And yet, I hold onto my memories. Because memories remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what truly matters. They remind me that love, family, and connection are stronger than destruction.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family, tell someone you love them, appreciate the warmth of home. These small moments are what truly make life beautiful. 💙
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
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
One Day at a Time 🙏💙
It’s hard to describe what it feels like to lose everything. To wake up and realize your entire life has been erased.
But here we are—$1,580 raised so far.
It’s a small step in a long journey, but it proves that there are still people who care. That hope isn’t completely gone.
💙 Please, if you can, help us move forward. Every share, every donation, every kind word helps us hold on.
My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my
🙏 If this post reaches you at the wrong time or feels intrusive, I sincerely apologize please ignore it .
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From the bottom of my heart, thank you. ❤️
I'm so scared to losing my family 💔💔🥺
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For all kidness people and humanity please consider me as your sister that need a shelter for her husband and baby.
My baby is too little for this bad suffering.
All I need from you is to help us by donating with a little amount of money and if you can't you can share at least 🙏🙏🙏🙏🚨🚨🚨
The money for evacuation is:
$5000 for me
$5000 for my husband
$2500 for my baby
All remaining funds will go to affording Adam’s surgery and helping us survive until we find jobs and start our new life.
You can donate here
Hello supporter, my name is Jessica Rapoza from USA and I’m raising fun… Jess Rapoza needs your support for Help Shada's Family to Rebuild T
"Mama, Are We Next?" – The Reality of War on a Family 🥺🍉
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I never thought I’d hear my child ask me, “Mama, are we next?” But here we are.
In Gaza, survival is not guaranteed. Hospitals are gone. Medicine is rare. Clean water is a privilege. But through all the pain, we still believe in kindness.
What We Need to Start Again:
💔 $5,000 for the father.
💔 $5,000 for the mother.
💔 $2,500 for Khaled.
💔 $2,500 for Intesar.
📌 The rest is for the basics of life—shelter, food, and safety.
If you can donate or share, you’re giving us more than money. You’re giving us hope.
💙 Donate here:
Hello all, my name is Jess Rapoza from the USA. I am raising money on behalf … Jess Rapoza needs your support for Please Save Khaled and Nan
A Future Feels So Far Away 💔🍉
I try to imagine a future, but right now, survival is the only thing we can focus on.
We’ve raised $1,580 so far, and while there’s still a long way to go, each act of kindness reminds us that we are not forgotten.
If you’re reading this, please help us keep going—through a donation, a reblog, or simply by keeping us in your thoughts.
My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my
🙏 If this message reached you unexpectedly, I’m sorry . Please feel free to ignore it if needed.
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Thank you for being part of this journey. ❤️