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A recreation of J.C. Leyendecker’s “Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” for the American Weekly, 19th December, 1948.
Admittedly, I don’t know how to colour over grayscale, so all I can give you is this version. I hope your holidays are a little brighter than this is :]
💔 I am a mother from Gaza, living with my children in a tent that cannot protect us from the cold winter… and my husband is sick and struggles to move.
Every night, I listen to my children shiver under thin blankets, and I hold them close, trying to give them some warmth… but the cold is stronger than all of us.
Since we lost our home, this worn-out tent is all we have.
The wind strikes it every night as if trying to tear away what little is left of our lives.
My husband grows weaker day by day, and I have nothing but a heart that breaks for all of them.
We desperately need help—blankets, food, a better tent… anything that can protect my children from this merciless winter.
Your kindness could be the reason they sleep tonight feeling warm and safe.
Please… don’t leave us alone in this cold. 🤍❄️
"The Alaa family lived a peaceful and stable life in their beautiful home. Alaa and her… Ola Moh needs your support for Help Ola’s Family Fi
✅Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#514)✅
Between Cold and Drowning: An Urgent Humanitarian Appeal
I’m writing these words from pain, and from fear, The tent we are living in is no longer safe. During the last storm, it was completely flooded with water, and everything inside got soaked. It no longer protects us from the rain or the cold.
The cold these days is extremely harsh, the nights are long, and every time we hear about another storm, our fear grows. If heavy rain comes again, we could literally drown.
This is not an exaggeration or empty words. The tent has become a real danger to our lives, not a shelter.
That’s why we urgently need to buy a dome tent that is safer and can withstand rain and wind. Its current price in the market is around €500. This amount is very large for us, but it is our only line of safety at this time.
My name is Osama Radwan and I raise money for my friend Siraj, a former journalist from Gaza who lost his job at the beginning of the war, h
Anyone who can help, or even share this message, may be a reason God protects us from what’s coming.
The rain didn't stop... but what did stop was the patience of my child and my family.
For more than ten days, the rain poured down on our tents like a punishment, and the cold seeped into my family and my child until their lips turned blue and their hands trembled incessantly. I cried out, I begged, I pleaded... for blankets and covers, anything to protect us from this bitter cold, but no one heard me, and no one came.
Silence alone answers us. And the support? Weak… too weak to withstand the first gust of wind.
This isn't just a passing storm. It's another attack, but this time without a sound… bullets from the sky, piercing the tents, inflicting fresh wounds on our hearts.
Many tents collapsed around us, and my child, my eight-months-pregnant wife, and my family fell to the ground, shivering so badly they couldn't even cry. We sat waiting... as if every drop of rain held the potential for another death.
People think the war is over. But the truth is, it's back, but in a different form. The drone of warplanes no longer echoes in the sky; instead, it echoes in the biting cold... That's the weapon now.
I am not just sad. I am devastated. Time is running out, and my child, my wife, and my family are paying the price for every minute that passes without a blanket, without shelter, without a helping hand.
Must we wait for a final, agonizing death? Is this a new way to silence us? Who will feel our pain before this winter swallows us whole?
🤝 How can you help?
Your donation—no matter how small—is warmth, security, and life. One euro can mean the difference between a bitterly cold night and the smile of a child who feels safe and loved. ❤️
Hello everyone, I hope you take a minute to read our story.
I’m Hashem Al-S… Hashim Friend needs your support for Help my family survive an
Please… support my family and my child, and be the reason we are saved from this harsh winter.
Hello, I hope you are all well. I am writing to you hoping for your help in purchasing a tent and food for myself and my family. The situation is very difficult. Please help us by donating or sharing.
I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,
please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.
My name is Mohammed, I live in a neighborhood in Shujaiyya, an area in the north of Gaza. I am 21 years old , the eldest among my siblings.
Hello, I'm Ahmed, 23 years old. I was studying computer science at the Islamic University in Gaza before the war. I aspired to build a brigh
Hello friends, I'm Ahmed from Gaza. The war is over now, but our pain and suffering haven't. I studied computer science at the Islamic University of Gaza. During the war, I lost everything: my home, my job, my car, and my tablet. I'm now homeless and without shelter. Despite all that, I tried my best to finish my university studies during the war and take my exams under difficult circumstances, under bombardment. Now I'm about to finish. I need your help to complete my studies abroad and cover the travel expenses. Therefore, I need your support and assistance to achieve my dreams and ambitions. If you can't donate, you can share this post and talk about me and my dreams.
Guys, the killing has not stopped. Hunger is crushing us slowly, day after day. Gunfire surrounds us, and even tents and the last remains of our homes are not spared. There is no safety anywhere. What is happening in Gaza is not a tragedy or a conflict. It is genocide. We are not asking for sympathy. We are asking to survive. Please help us. Please save our lives.
I’m Inge Kassab, a 22-year-old dental student from Al-Azhar University in Gaza. My university was completely destroyed in the war, and I lost all my dental tools and the chance to continue my clinical training. Despite everything, I’m trying to return to my studies and finish the remaining hours to graduate.
I urgently need financial support to buy new medical instruments, prepare for my return to university, cover transportation costs, and purchase the required books.
Your help will also support my family with basic living needs during this difficult time.
Please help me rebuild my path and put (Dr.) before my name someday.
✅Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#538)✅
Hi, I'm Tristan from the Netherlands, running this campaign on behalf of my friend Inge. This is her story:
I am Hanaa, a resident of Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I am 38 years old. I live with my eight children and my husband in the Gaza Strip. Before the war on Gaza began, I was living a happy life with my children and my husband.
My name is Hanaa, I’m 41 years old, and I live in Gaza City—specifically in the northern Gaza Strip—with my husband and our eight children.
We had a monthly income that was sufficient to meet our needs and fulfill our requests. When the war on Gaza began on 10/7/2023, we lived as homeless people after our entire house was bombed at the beginning of the war. We were displaced to countless areas since the first day of the war. After more than 200 days of the war, one of my sons was martyred and two others were injured while trying to find us food to satisfy our hunger. I became fully responsible for him after my eldest son was martyred and the other two were seriously injured. My children,
my husband and I live in displacement camps. We have no other shelter. For the sake of God, help me feed my children and build a home for us. Donate to me, even if it is a little, because I need your help.
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