you hear the sound of a baby crying, with the doppler effect, and then it's gone. you whip your head around, searching, confused, but you're alone at home at night. it never happens again.
mutuals telling me theres also one time benches you have to pay for each time but somehow instead of that i managed to find a free bench. in the "fancy" part of this complex. man
We never hear from anyone in deltarune that Susie bullied them.
No one, except Kris.
And yet
there are hints that Kris might have liked Susie even before her character arc.
It gets supported by how well they get along after it. Kris isn't holding a grudge, they embrace this new friendship with open arms, as if it's something they've been wanting for a while.
But why? Why would Kris like someone who hurt them?
Exactly why Lilo liked Stitch when he did nothing except make her life more difficult. She saw herself in him.
Kris understood Susie the way no one else did. They knew why she lashed out, it's the same reason why they kept pulling pranks and acting out. They felt like an outsider so they might as well play the part.
When they met Susie, they saw someone who was just like them. And they weren't wrong, because ever since they became friends, they've practically been sharing a braincell
šļø From Rubble to Renewal ā Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope šæ
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and Iām writing this with a heart full of sorrowābut also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better daysāall of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasnāt just a structureāit was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we havenāt lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your supportāwhether itās a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your timeācan help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
š Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety.
š§± Every share gives our story a voice.
š± Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
In the blink of an eye, everything we knew and loved wā¦ Mohammed Altelbani needs your support for A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Ho
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from whatās been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and woodābut in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heartāthank you.
For your time, your love, and your belief in us.
We will never forget it.
My friend, I no longer have words left, and I donāt know if words can save a soul hanging on the edge of death.
My childā¦ my flesh and bloodā¦ lies now on a ventilator, motionless, his eyes shut as if heās silently bidding farewell.
The doctors told me coldly:
āEither you pay, or we turn off the ventilator.āAs if my childās life is a number on a billā¦As if death can be bargained for.
$2,650ā¦ the price of life.
A price I cannot afford, a price I cannot allow my son to be taken from me because my pockets are empty.
Every minute that passes feels like a blade.I look at my child, but I canāt even touch his face through the wires and machines.I whisper to him, though he canāt hear me:āHold on, my loveā¦ Donāt leave meā¦ Iām so sorryā¦ thereās nothing I can do.ā
What kind of cruelty is this? What kind of world is this where a father has to beg just to keep his child alive? What justice is there when a hospital room becomes a slow, merciless execution?
My friend, I no longer ask for much just that I donāt have to carry him to his grave, instead of bringing him home.
Please help usā¦ even with a word, even with a donation, even with a tear that moves the hearts of others.
My child is dyingā¦ and I am dying with him, second by second.
My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Ahmed Hā¦ Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Ahmed Hammad Prov
Save him before he fades awayā¦ before the coffin closes on my heart.
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šØ We Need Your Kindness to Survive
My name is Inas Imad, from Gaza, and I am 30 year old wife and first time expecting mother living in the most unimaginable and dire circumstances for over a year now. Three years ago I married my best friend and have struggled trying to start a family. Even after this war began, my husband and I did not lose hope in starting our family and we continued in determination to live and to bring new life into this world. I am now currently pregnant with our first child, however due to the consequences of this war, I am faced with a high risk, dangerous pregnancy according to the doctor and I am very afraid that if I do not get get adequate nutrition, the medications, and supplies that I need, I will lose my child. The doctor has ordered medication to be given by injection throughout my pregnancy to help me carry my baby to term, however I do not have the money to purchase the medication and syringes needed, nor do we have the money to purchase adequate nutrition. Life here in Gaza is very difficult and we become more hopeless by the day. My husband and I had just started to build our lives together. We had a nice home where we had planned to start our family, and now we are subjected to living in a tent where there is no bathroom and we spend our nights just trying to get warm. It has been difficult being pregnant and not having a bathroom or even a bed to sleep on, but I want my child more than anything. The only hope we have left is in our baby and I am asking you to stand with us. Please, help us in any way you can to save our child. We feel very alone and abandoned, but we are determined to live and we want to see our child be one of the miracles that comes out of Gaza. Any amount you can donate, no matter how small, means the world to us. We will never forget you standing with us. Please, help me to evacuate from Gaza so that I can see my dream of being a mother and bringing my beautiful baby into this world to make it a better place and helping my husband and I be able to watch our child grow up. We will be forever grateful to you.
Please you are hope for me!
Don't make me lose hope.!
He is my first child.!ššš
How You Can Help:
Iām sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $10 can make a big difference for us, and if youāre unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.!
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Hello, my name is Amanda Marsh and I have set this campaign uā¦ Amanda Marsh needs your support for Help Inas to evacuate & overcome high ris
Where should I go next and what to feed my baby Adam ?š„ŗššš
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My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.
My home was destroyed and my husband lost his work as a driver. He had a water truck and used it to spread water to people in need, but it was destroyed alongside my home. I have evacuated many times. The first evacuation was at Deir el balah and I stayed there for more than 4 months. And now I've evacuated again to Anusirat camp and I don't know where could be the next evacuation.
I need your support to help me and to save my son (Adam) from this violence. I need to have a safe life with my small family. Due to the high prices of traveling here from the only border I do this link to help me and my husband evacuate from Gaza Strip forever to seek our future.
I truly appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you canāt donate, even sharing this post could help us reach someone who can. Every reblog is a reminder that weāre not alone, and your kindnessābig or smallāmeans everything. ā¤ļø
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Hello supporter, my name is Jessica Rapoza from USA and Iām raising funā¦ Jess Rapoza needs your support for Help Shada's Family to Rebuild T
šļø From Rubble to Renewal ā Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope šæ
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and Iām writing this with a heart full of sorrowābut also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better daysāall of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasnāt just a structureāit was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we havenāt lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your supportāwhether itās a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your timeācan help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
š Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety.
š§± Every share gives our story a voice.
š± Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
In the blink of an eye, everything we knew and loved wā¦ Mohammed Altelbani needs your support for A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Ho
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from whatās been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and woodābut in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heartāthank you.
For your time, your love, and your belief in us.
We will never forget it.
šļø Please Take a Moment to Read Nadinās Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. Iāve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out ā not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time ā a brief ceasefire ā where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things ā a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isnāt just about survival. Itās about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. Itās about showing my daughter ā even though I wonāt mention her name here ā that the world didnāt forget us.
If youāve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that weāre not alone.
My name is Nadin Iām a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on ā to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there ā people like you ā still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, weāve now reached $12,837āa milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
š A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, Iāve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. Itās in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, Iāve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
ā21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighborās House Was Destroyedā
A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
ā22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruinsā
This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
šæ What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, weāre still here.
Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than beforeāand for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
Your support reminds us that weāre not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That weāre not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us:
Youāre walking this road with us.
And that gives us the strength to keep going.
š What You Can Do
If youāve already donatedāthank you beyond words.
If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
My name isĀ 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
āØ Why It All Matters
This isnāt just about reaching a fundraising goal. Itās about surviving war with dignity.
Itās about believing in tomorrow. Itās about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity.
Youāve helped me find my voiceāand I will use it to keep hope alive.
š From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
Thereās something I need to sayāsomething thatās been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didnāt know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fearāfear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
Iām learning as I go. Iāve slowed down. Iām more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came fromāand I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
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With love and endless gratitude,
Mosab and family ā„ļø
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