hi! carey means needs help still - he's the voice actor for frylock in aqua teen hunger force! adult swim screwed him badly and pays no residuals and barely paid him during the show's run. he has heart failure and survives on con earnings, plushie sales, and donations while waiting for disability to get back to him. posts used to make the rounds for him, but haven't in a while, so i wanted to make a new post!
if you'd rather buy a plushie - here's the shop he and his wife run!
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Please help me rebuild my life 🙏
Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Mu
‼️ Ceasefire ‼️
Hello my friends
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and for standing by me through all this time.Thank God, the war has finally ended… but our suffering hasn’t.In fact, it has just begun — the struggle to rebuild our lives, to provide a decent life for our children, and to restore the future that was stolen from us.During the war, my wife gave birth to our baby girl, Masa, amid crisis and famine.Although the sounds of bombing have stopped, the cries of need remain — for shelter, food, water, and clothing. Prices are still unbearably high, and I have no source of income.That’s why I need your support now more than ever,to help me provide a dignified life for my family and rebuild what we’ve lost.
So please help me and donate 🙏
Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Mu
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’m Alaa from Gaza 🍉, 29 years old…
I’m here because I need your help. I once had a job and a home filled with love and warmth, but when the war came, I lost everything and became homeless. I lost the dearest part of my heart — my beloved husband Imad — due to the Israeli airstrikes 😭😭
At the time, I was carrying my baby girl in my womb. I went through the worst conditions and nearly lost her several times due to the situation, until she finally came into this world — my daughter Fatoum — and brought me hope and life again 🥹
But now, I fear losing her again due to the famine and suffering that is tearing through the hearts of our children. Please, I am helpless and all I want is to keep my daughter healthy.
She is just 16 months old 😭😭🙏
I’m only asking for help to provide her with diapers and milk. The price of one can of baby formula is $50 and it's barely available — extremely rare.
So please, no matter how small your donation is, it will help me keep my baby alive 🙏
I am a single mother facing all of life’s hardships alone — famine, lack of milk, diapers, and basic needs beyond just food and water 😭😭
Don’t turn away — try to help me. I don’t want anything but to save my baby 😭😭
Even a small donation will bring hope to my daughter’s heart. Be human 🙏
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began.
I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.
Then the war came.
And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home.
25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.
We were displaced twice after that.
Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter.
There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.
But she came into the world quietly and beautifully.
And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks:
life that still wanted to grow.
Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.
We don’t know what comes next.
There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.
🧡 How You Can Help
This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival.
To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
If you can spare anything, it will help us:
Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal
Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none
My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account.
Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza.
The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 195 shekels (July 2025) — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.
🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me
I want to share more than my need.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war.
They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.
They may not be perfect, but they hold something real:
my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you.
If you can give — thank you.
And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.
We've officially got no money to buy food... or dinner for today... and medicines... also for paying bills, mostly because of the fact 5 out of 9 of us are hit with a very terrible case of flu: Me, my older brother and baby brother (who's been hit the worst out of all of us), my little sister and my mom.
Our reserves have dried up buying medicines for the five of us who are incredibly sick, and I don't even have the strength to pick up my stylus to draw.
So once again, I'm asking for some help. We're in a pretty dire situation, and any amount would seriously help us eat tonight as well as buy some meds. I know asking for 700$ just to cover all this issue I just described is a long shot, so I'm just going to ask for any amount possible instead.
I don't have ko-fi, buymeacoffee doesn't work because I don't have my own personal paypal account attached to it, so all I can do is link down the business paypal I use.
Go to paypal.me/ESpecterOfficial and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
Please help us out, y'all. It's not looking good for us at the moment especially during this rainy cold season. Reblogs are also appreciated.
Fantrolls of mine ending up being used for my HSBC AU:
For additional context, Sunny is Jake and Dirk's ectobiological child. Dirk mysteriously disappeared years ago, but Jake, having DNA samples of him (somehow), used them to create a child. Dirk is unaware of this, and he's still alive.
Sunny is not a 'redemption' or a way to keep Dirk alive for Jake. It's more like a representation of a 'what if'. Jake would've rather been with Dirk than with Jane.
He has to hide Sunny (from Jane, for obvious reasons), so he goes to see his daughter under the excuse of 'bro nights' and 'visiting Jade'. In the meantime, a bunch of trolls take care of her.
So, yeah, ig Sunny is in a Yiffy situation
Kinda tense as a job ngl, being the parent to a god's child while passing by other gods and family of the god you work for, scared that you will mess up and the truth will be revealed.
I made Ruby a Davejade child purposely to avoid drama and bc I think the ship is cute. Now I kinda want the drama again...but I love dad Dave. I will have to think this through again (but I will still guarantee dad dave). In the meantime, have this:
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