Hello and thank you for visiting our page. My name is Kristina and I am helping raise funds for Alaa, a single mother in Gaza trying to surv
Hello friends, I am your friend Alaa, who lost her husband in the war. I gave birth to my daughter, Fatoum, without her ever seeing her father.
We are going through a very difficult humanitarian situation.
My campaign is extremely weak, and it is my only source of income for my daughter, Fatoum.
Fatoum is sick because of the cold weather and the lack of proper heating.
We are suffering greatly from all conditions. Our tent is very poor and not suitable for living.Everything here is hard to find. There is no source of income, no money, and my daughter is very ill.
Please help me.😭🙏🙏
This is a humanitarian case, and no matter how small your donation is, it will help me provide a dignified life for my daughter.
Words are no longer enough to capture the tragedy my family and I endure.
My name is Wedad Shadi, I am 15 years old, and I live in Gaza, Palestine.🇵🇸
Our home was completely destroyed, and now we live in a torn, fragile tent. We are a family of 7, and my mother, father, and my little sister Mira were injured when our house was bombed.
My mother and Mira are in urgent need of medical treatment, but we have nothing to pay for their care, not even food to survive.
My mother and my sister were injured during the war. I am terrified of losing them… please, don’t leave me without my mother and sister. They need urgent help to survive.
They desperately need medicine and medical treatment, as shown in the videos. Every moment without help is a struggle for their lives.
Please, I beg you… save them, help us, and give them a chance to live. 🙏💔
I have started school, but I could not register because I cannot afford the fees.
Please, I beg you to help us. Donate to save my mother and my innocent little sister before it’s too late. Every contribution can save a life and bring hope to a family in desperate need.
Every day we wake up to the same reality: destroyed homes, no safety, no stability, and needs that keep growing.
People think the pain paused… but for us, it never did.
Even with a so-called “ceasefire,” nothing has really stopped.
The explosions, the drones, the fear — the violations never ended.
And our suffering definitely didn’t.
Your support is the only reason many of us manage to keep going.
Your donation 🙏🙏 — no matter how small — can mean medicine, food, warmth, and a little bit of dignity in a life that’s been stripped of everything.
Please, stand with us. Don’t let this struggle fade from the world’s attention.
We still desperately need you to get back on our feet.
Campaign checked by 90-ghosr
Donation link
Hello, my name is Mickey from Michigan USA and I am raising funds for Wedad… Mickey Dee needs your support for Support Wedad's Journey to Sa
I’m wearing a binder, that I actually measured for (yes I know you’re meant to measure but at the time I just guessed and/or didn’t have money of my own)
I like this new binder
But also no matter how I dress, people still assume me fem, but also I have this stupid baby face and I’m 5’2ft
Even when I feel I look masc, my friend (she’s also trans) told me that I dress a lot nicer than cis men cause I do somewhat care how I look
The short hair works both for me and against me
Just
Fuuuuck
And my fcking parents, I love them but my god trying to talk to them is impossible, they think they’re being supportive but they talk over me and unfortunately with them I have a spine made of a flimsy stick
And I tried telling them “hey, I know you mean well but sometimes you talk over me and don’t actually listen to what I’m saying”
And my dad fucking goes “well all kids feel like their parents don’t listen to them, I felt like that with my parents”
YOU’RE MISSING THE POINT DAD
I don’t feel like you’re not listening to me, you are proving my fucking point
Here’s an excerpt from the victor gideon x ftm!reader fic I’m writing
(Yes, I’m procrastinating)
The door to your room opens and shuts with a click. You don’t look, probably some nurse to check and give you some meds, giving them the silent treatment seems to have worked to have them stop pestering you with trivial questions-
“You know,” a gentle voice starts, you jolt slightly, finally blinking and moving your eyes away from the ceiling to find the voice. The tall figure in the corner, hunched slightly by a cabinet, examining a report. You recognise the figure to be Doctor Gideon, “out of all the patients here, I wasn’t expecting you to have caused such a ruckus.” He turns to you the dim light reflecting his visor as he grins.
Your throat dies, any chance of a reply gone. Why is he here? Does he know? Will he kick you out or send you elsewhere? You can’t help but stare wide-eyed, mouth opening and shutting like a useless fish.
Doctor Gideon chuckles, placing the report down before stalking over to the side oof the bed, “You’re usually kept to yourself, not as troublesome as my other patients.” A grey hand reaches out, the coldness of his flesh raises goosebumps along your arm, “So, mind explaining why my staff are being so unusually tight-lipped towards me?”
turnnoffyourmind
blakekathryn
theartofmadeline
ellievsbear
yousharknotpass
