Hey, everybody! Lynn here. I'm still writing fanfiction, and still accepting requests through my inbox and my DMs.
The title is one of my favorite Kloppo quotes ever. i am the proud owner of my footy fics (and nothing else).
also, I am an unashamed supporter of innocent people. Justice and freedom for Gaza, Sudan, and all people and places under genocide and discrimination ✊ Unfortunately I am currently unable to donate due to financial difficulties (I lost my second job and am working overtime at my first) but I am willing to share fundraisers, as well as a list of potential donators: https://www.tumblr.com/live-laugh-loverpool/820434548702822400/a-list-of-blogs-who-might-be-willing-to-donate?source=share
Ground rules:
No NSFW
No violence (only PG-13 or below)
I will add swearing, but nothing that you'd find bleeped out on TV or in the news.
I will write:
Fluff
Angst
Hurt/Comfort
Drama
Family feels
Friendship
Romance
I will NOT write:
Smut
Violence
Reader inserts
Underage
If you have a comment/ suggestion/ criticism about my fics, feel free to use this form: Fanfic Criticism/ Concern/ Suggestion Form – Fill out form
My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
My name is Abdullah Salem, I am 27 years old, married, and a father of two daughters, Iman and Masa. My wife, Sarah, is currently seven months pregnant. Before the war, I worked as a driver and lived a simple but stable life. Everything changed when my car was destroyed, I lost my job, and our home was completely destroyed.
Today, we live in a tent under very difficult conditions, struggling with food shortages, lack of clean water, and rising prices. I am doing my best to provide for my family and protect my children from hunger. We have also lost several family members during the war, and every day is a struggle to survive.
If you are able to support or share my campaign, any contribution—no matter how small—can help us secure food, water, and basic necessities. Thank you for taking the time to read our story and for giving us hope.
Hello friends,🥹
Verification with GazaVetter is currently pending.
My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
I know that sounds harsh, but it's the truth I'm living Right Now😔
I keep wondering how many more times I'll have to ask before someone hears our cry for help. While you're reading this... she's lying in a hospital bed waiting... struggling... fighting for her life.
The doctors told us the truth we were terrified to hear: If she doesn't get this surgery immediately, we could lose her... forever💔
We only need $833. That's it. Not something impossible. that small amount... is the difference between life and death 😔
$833 might not mean much to some people... But to me, it means hearing my mother's voice again. It means seeing her smile. It means she gets another chance to live.
So let me ask you something honestly..
If this were your mother and her life depended on $833... would you close this post and keep scrolling?Or Would you tell yourself "someone else will help"?
Because that's exactly what everyone is thinking right now. And that's how people die. Not because they couldn't be saved... but because everyone assumed someone else would do it. Please... don't be the person who saw this and did nothing.🙏💔😔
I am not asking for luxury or comfort. I am asking for the chance to keep my mother safe. I am asking you to help us before we lose her. If our story reaches your heart, please don't leave without doing something. Your kindness today could be the reason my mother receives her medication in time🙏
Just $833... standing between her life and death. Don't think someone else will help... because right now, no one has. 🙏
My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
From a Computer Engineer to Fighting for Survival: Please Do Not Scroll Past My Urgent Appeal 🥺💔
Before this crisis, I was a Computer Engineering graduate from the Islamic University of Gaza. I had a house, a car, a promising career, and a life full of dreams. Now, I am a brother carrying the heavy responsibility of keeping my entire family alive.
I sacrificed absolutely everything before turning to this campaign. I spent my entire life savings and sold every single thing I owned, including my laptop. Out of pure desperation to feed my family, I took a grueling heavy-lifting job that my body couldn't handle. My back broke under the weight, leaving me hospitalized for an entire month.
Today, I am broken and in agonizing pain inside a tent, unable to even stand up on my own feet.
I feel completely helpless because my campaign is moving extremely slow—it doesn't even cover the cost of basic food for my family right now. We are starving, and the slow support is leaving us stranded on the brink of survival.
Please, do not look away from our agony. Your donations are our only way to eat and stay safe. If you cannot donate, please share my story. You are truly our last remaining hope 🙏😭🥀💔😔
Hi, my name is Max and I am raising funds for Mahmoud and his family who are living in Gaza. Please read his story below:
Without $250 for her missing treatment, the hospital discharge means a death sentence.
Please help me save her before it’s too late.
Donate or share to keep her with us.
Hi, my name is Bee, and I'm helping my friend Mahmoud raise funds for him and his family as they struggle through the genocide in Gaza. His
Hi all, some of you might know my friend Mahmoud- unfortunately, just today, his old campaign was deleted and the person running it blocked him and revoked his access to all of the money raised. To help him regain what funds he has lost, i have started up a new campaign. you can read his message to you all here:
Hello, my name is Mahmoud from Gaza🇵🇸
Since the war, my life has completely changed… My father was martyred, and I became responsible for my mother and younger siblings. I try my best to provide them with safety and food despite the displacement, fear, and loss💔
I have been married for three years to the woman I love very much, and our dream was to become parents👶🏻
But after many doctor visits, it turned out that we need artificial insemination, which is very expensive and I cannot afford it.
My wife lives with the pain of this dream in silence every day, and I try to be her support despite all the hardship we carry🌧️
We are going through difficult circumstances, but we still hold on to hope🤍
Please, any support, no matter how small, could bring us one step closer to our dream… Even sharing our story means so much to us🌷
please consider donating what you can, and if youre unable please reshare. thank u all ily, never stop talking about palestine.
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
💔 My name is Obaida Jaafar, I am 19 years old, and I am from Gaza.
I never imagined that one day I would have to tell my story like this.
Before the war, we had a simple and peaceful life. We had a home that brought us together, a father who worked hard to provide for us, and dreams for the future. But everything changed in an instant. My father was killed, and with him we lost our source of safety and support. Soon after, our home was destroyed, and we lost everything we owned.
🏕️ Today, my family of seven and I live in a small tent near the sea. Every day is a struggle to survive. Finding food, clean water, and basic necessities has become a daily challenge. Many nights I go to sleep wondering how I will provide for my family the next day.
After my father's death, I became the sole provider for my family. I never expected to carry such a responsibility at the age of 19, but I had no choice. My younger siblings depend on me for everything, and the weight of that responsibility follows me every moment of every day.
😔 One of the hardest parts is seeing the worry in my siblings' eyes. They ask questions I cannot answer: "When will we have a home again?" "When will things get better?" I try to stay strong for them, but the truth is that I often feel helpless.
🎓 My sister is studying medicine at university. She has worked incredibly hard to pursue her dream of becoming a doctor and helping others. Today, that dream is at risk because we cannot afford her educational expenses. It breaks my heart to see years of hard work and dedication threatened by circumstances beyond our control.
Help Me Support My Family After Losing My Father 💔
Some time ago, a kind friend launched a fundraiser for me, and it gave my family hope during one of the darkest periods of our lives. Unfortunately, due to serious family circumstances, he was forced to stop helping me and the fundraiser was closed.
🌟 After a long search and many failed attempts, I finally found a kind person willing to help me launch this fundraiser again. For my family, this is more than a fundraiser—it is a chance to be heard, a chance to survive, and a chance to hold on to hope.
There are days when I honestly do not know how I will provide food for my family. Yet I keep moving forward because my family has no one else to rely on.
🤝 If you would like to contact me or learn more about my situation, you can reach me through:
📱 WhatsApp: +970593243264
📷 Instagram: @jaafar42007
🎮 Discord: obaidajaafar
❤️ Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Thank you for every prayer, every kind message, every share, and every act of support. Even the smallest gesture can make a difference for a family that has lost its home, its security, and its provider.
Your kindness gives us strength, hope, and a reason to keep believing that better days may still come.
Hi, I'm Raven, and I'm running this campaign on behalf of my friend Ayoush. Any money raised will go to her in full. Please note the campaig
Hello my friends, I will always be grateful for your support, but Tumblr deleted my main account and I honestly do not know why.The truth is that I have no source of income and no stable way to survive. I urgently need your help.
Everything here has become extremely expensive, and the war has never truly stopped. Every moment, every day, and every night, there are more martyrs and more rising prices.
I truly need your support. Even if you cannot donate, please at least share and support my campaign. And if you are able to help, even a small donation like $15 can make a difference for me.
So any donation or contribution you make will help me buy basic living necessities and at least provide simple crochet supplies so I can continue making and selling my work to earn some money.I am only trying to provide food, water, and the most basic crochet tools — just the essential things.
Please try to support me.
And these are some of the crochet pieces I have made recently.
My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
My name is Abdullah Salem, I am 27 years old, married, and a father of two daughters, Iman and Masa. My wife, Sarah, is currently seven months pregnant. Before the war, I worked as a driver and lived a simple but stable life. Everything changed when my car was destroyed, I lost my job, and our home was completely destroyed.
Today, we live in a tent under very difficult conditions, struggling with food shortages, lack of clean water, and rising prices. I am doing my best to provide for my family and protect my children from hunger. We have also lost several family members during the war, and every day is a struggle to survive.
If you are able to support or share my campaign, any contribution—no matter how small—can help us secure food, water, and basic necessities. Thank you for taking the time to read our story and for giving us hope.
Hello friends,🥹
Verification with GazaVetter is currently pending.
I know that sounds harsh, but it's the truth I'm living Right Now😔
I keep wondering how many more times I'll have to ask before someone hears our cry for help. While you're reading this... she's lying in a hospital bed waiting... struggling... fighting for her life.
The doctors told us the truth we were terrified to hear: If she doesn't get this surgery immediately, we could lose her... forever💔
We only need $833. That's it. Not something impossible. that small amount... is the difference between life and death 😔
$833 might not mean much to some people... But to me, it means hearing my mother's voice again. It means seeing her smile. It means she gets another chance to live.
So let me ask you something honestly..
If this were your mother and her life depended on $833... would you close this post and keep scrolling?Or Would you tell yourself "someone else will help"?
Because that's exactly what everyone is thinking right now. And that's how people die. Not because they couldn't be saved... but because everyone assumed someone else would do it. Please... don't be the person who saw this and did nothing.🙏💔😔
I am not asking for luxury or comfort. I am asking for the chance to keep my mother safe. I am asking you to help us before we lose her. If our story reaches your heart, please don't leave without doing something. Your kindness today could be the reason my mother receives her medication in time🙏
Just $833... standing between her life and death. Don't think someone else will help... because right now, no one has. 🙏
