30-something yo creature from a country that no longer exists. I'm known by many names over the years... unfortunately, the one that stuck is the one I feel no connection to - Ana (she/her or they/them). This blog came into being right around the time I got into Supernatural, which was the reason for it. It was around that time that I latched on so much to the *idea* of Castiel, that it consumed me. Soon after, I was diagnosed autistic and with ADHD and suddenly my obsession made sense. I have a lot of hyperfocii, they've always been a part of my life and I feel dead when I have nothing to obsess over. So while this blog started on the back of my obsession with Cas and SPN, it also includes my age-old obsessions such as The X Files and new/resurrected ones such as Frank Herbert's Dune. I'm fiercely pro-Palestine, pro-LGBTQ+ rights (queer myself), mental health sufferer (cPTSD, EUPD, autism and ADHD), so stupidly introverted that I have 0 friends irl and... well, I don't know. I write shit poetry sometimes. I haven't in a long time, but I have been known. Also photography.
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A Plea for Help from Gaza: A Family Seeking Safety
Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive
We live in the midst of the ongoing hellish war in Gaza, trapped between walls of fear and despair.
My name is Suhaila, a mother of five children. We are fleeing death. Our home has been completely destroyed, and my husband, Shadi, has been badly injured in the war. We are now living on the street with no shelter, no tent, and no food.
Today, we have nothing to eat. We are starving.
The army has declared our area a danger zone and ordered everyone to evacuate. We had no choice but to flee with only the clothes on our backs.
We urgently need:
A sack of flour, which now costs $850
Milk for my baby
Medicine for my injured husband
A tent or any form of shelter, which costs around $1,000
We are in immediate danger, and every moment is a fight for survival.
Please, if you can help with $850, $1,000, or whatever you can, it could save our lives.
Your help is our only hope.
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💬 69 🔁 5658 ❤️ 1297 · My name is Suheila from Gaza 🇵🇸,
a mother of 5 children, living with my family in a tent after the war destroyed ou
Please share and support. We are truly desperate.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
We urgently appeal for your moral and financial assistance to cover the necessary costs for escaping to a safe environment, where we can build a better future for our children and ensure our family's safety.
We are in desperate need of your support. Any donation, no matter how small, can help save our lives. Thank you for your attention and support during these harsh times.
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For the ship asks - PaulChani? there has to be a better ship name for them somewhere istg You knew I would ask lol
I would expect nothing less. :-)
What made you ship it?
I was not into their relationship at all in the books. Book Chani feels like she's there to be the love interest and the mother of Paul's children and not much else. She's not subservient; she has a personality, but she pretty much only exists in the narrative in relation to Paul.
But then Denis V. made Chani such a central character with agency and interiority right from the very first shot of the first movie, gave her her own goals and principles independent of Paul, made her the voice of the Fremen and the conscience of the story, and made their whole thing in Part Two into a battle-couple, comrades-to-lovers, falling in love while fighting side by side in an armed anti-colonial resistance movement deal and oh chat I was cooked. Like that shit was engineered in a lab to have me ship it. I cannot emphasize enough how much those scenes of them fighting together were like watching my own personal Dune fanfic play out on the big screen. And hey, I did write my own personal Dune fanfic about it later.
What are your favorite things about the ship?
Impeccable battle couple vibes. Chani is doing her own thing from the beginning and Paul is just trying to keep up. They're partners and equals, but he never once questions her competence or her leadership in the field. My Love Language is Reloading Your Weapons for You. Their dynamic reminds me a bit of a youthful version of Max and Furiosa, thee battle couple of all time.
The way politics is inextricably woven into their love story. She falls in love with him because he is willing (at first!) to give up his colonial privilege and go to the front lines with her, dealing with the same dangers and hardships as all the other fedaykin. They have this very sweet, youthful romance in the middle of a guerrilla war for national liberation.
And then, the tragedy of it all. He betrays everything she thought he stood for, betrays her personally and politically in the worst way imaginable. And it gets taken seriously by the narrative and she gets to fucking leave him over it! Because their love grew out of trust and solidarity and shared commitment to her people's liberation and it can't survive without that!!
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Lol you already know this one but. I don't want them to reconcile in Dune Messiah. I'm sure there will be some circumstance in which they cross paths again and she ends up giving birth to the twins (either she is already pregnant at the end of Part Two and they wildly shift the timeline, or it happens through some other chain of events) but I simply cannot see her forgiving Paul and coming to trust him again. It would betray everything they did with her character in Part Two, and I would be soooo mad if they did her dirty like that.
Thanks for giving me the chance to yell about them once more!
Irulan: WHY. why did you give Alia a KNIFE?!
Paul: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.
Irulan: Now I feel unsafe!
Paul: I’m sorry.
Paul: ... would you like a knife?
This. Please. Whether I'm avoiding spoilers for a show or people promoting eating disorders, if I block a tag it means I don't want to see it. Spell your fucking tags properly.
big shoutout to trans people that decide to change their last name too. sometimes you’ve just gotta throw the whole name out and start from the beginning.
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
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Dear merciful souls before everything I'm now writing to you and my kids are so hungry we don't know what to eat because everything running out and the cross borders were closed for three months so please read my story to the end 🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Hello, I am full of hope and hope that you will read my message with love and that you will enjoy abundant health and well-being.
I come to you with an appeal that is heavy on my heart and that I had never imagined.
I look at you from under the war and the constant bombing of us in all its forms that the human or animal soul cannot comprehend
I am Jehad Kassab , a lawyer and legal consultant from Gaza City - Palestine. I hold a bachelor’s degree in law and many legal experiences. I have been working in the legal profession for a long time and I had a good work , which have become meaningless before this world, to stop the machine of war and destruction that has befallen us ،I had a private law office after the Israeli planes completely destroyed it and everything in it, after I built it with all its beauty after many years of toil, and it is my only source of livelihood.
I have a beautiful family that loves life as you love it and lives it in all its details. My family consists of (my wife, a nurse, and my son Khaled, a year and a half old, who has not seen life in all its details and does not know what it is yet, and my second daughter is now 11 months her age as the age of this bad war.
Our house was completely destroyed at the beginning of the war on Gaza with everything, and we did not even take anything out of it, not even the clothes, in the hope that we would return to it before it was bombed by Israeli warplanes
We were briefly displaced to southern Gaza and stayed in tents until this moment. We lived and are still living the harshest types of genocide in the full sense of the word: displacement, destruction, coming out from under bombardment, pollution, epidemics, and the difficulty of sleeping due to the sound of planes and the bombing that did not leave for a single second. Has the world become desolate or are we not fit to improve? For life or what? We do not know Khaled who started pronouncing the word bombing, and I am afraid.
I am not begging you or listing all the details, because an entire newspaper will not be enough. Television screens and social networking sites are enough to tell you about us, and no matter how much you try to say, what we feel will not reach you because we do not wish anyone to live as we live.
We are victims of conflicts and conflicts. We love life as long as we can. We do not like any form of war. We want a future like the rest of humanity for ourselves and our children.
In this moment of despair, I reach out to you, not just as a stranger, but as a human being, connected by our common humanity and the belief that compassion knows no bounds. Your support, no matter how small, can make an immeasurable difference in the lives of those struggling to find hope amidst the rubble.
We desperately need your support to rebuild my family's life that was destroyed by the war on Gaza and there is literally nothing left ، provide us with a glimmer of hope for a better life after we were fine before October 7th last year. Your support could mean everything to us ، If you are unable to support, please consider sharing our case. Every bit of support helps.
We also evacuated many times and the two baby were sick alot because of the bad environment
and you know there's no hospitals or medicin or even healthy food
and the rest of the.money will be used for the living expenses
We appreciate your help, even if it is just a little
Thank you all
You can share or donate this ‼️🙏🥺
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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but 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 days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it 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 haven’t 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 support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety.
🧱 Every share gives our story a voice.
🌱 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.
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Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you.
For your time, your love, and your belief in us.
We will never forget it.
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.
"I am Nadine… an ordinary woman in an extraordinary place. A mother, just trying to protect a small life in a world that has lost its meaning." 🌸
Hello, My name is Nadine. I am a Palestinian mother to a little girl who has become the center of my life and the reason for my strength. 💖 We live today in harsh circumstances, unlike anything we knew life to be. Our home is no longer a home… we live in displacement, fear, lack of food, absence of medicine, and a lack of safety. 😔
Yet every morning, I open my eyes to my daughter's face, and I try again. 🌞 Because she is here, I must stay strong. 💪 Because she is small, I need to create a safe world for her… even though my world is broken.
We don't have much, but we hold on to each other. 🤝
I write these words to share a moment of our reality that you may not see in the news. I’m not seeking pity, nor do I want to burden anyone… All I ask is that my words reach a heart that knows compassion, and understands that help, even in the smallest form, can make a big difference in someone's life like ours. ✨
Life here doesn’t go as it should… but it goes on. We live on hope, the kindness of strangers, words of encouragement, and hands that reach out at the right time. 🌟 Maybe you can’t change everything, but you can change one day in our lives… And one day with dignity is all we need to keep fighting. 💫
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
Even a kind word, sharing this post, or a sincere prayer… all of that makes a difference to us. 🙏
Thank you… from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being here, for reading, for not turning a blind eye. To everyone who passed by here and left a kind mark: You are part of our strength. 🌷 From me and my little one: All my gratitude and all my prayers. 💖
Rebuilding What Was Erased – A Message from Abedmajed in Gaza
My name is Abedmajed, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
In a single missile strike, we lost over 25 members of our family.
They were not just names.
They were mothers, daughters, sons, grandparents — people we shared meals with, laughed with, and built dreams with.
The missile hit our family home — the heart of everything we knew.
Among those killed were:
🕊️ My mother
🕊️ My sister
🕊️ My older brother His wife and their three daughters
🕊️ My uncle, his wife, and all their sons and grandchildren
We were left with nothing but rubble and grief.
Yet somehow, my brother and I survived. And now, we carry the responsibility of rebuilding what was taken — not just for ourselves, but for our father, our surviving siblings, and the memory of those we lost.
💔 Why We’re Fundraising
This campaign is not just about survival.
It’s about rebuilding a future —
A family home, a shared life, a place where our father can rest safely,
Where the next generation of our family can grow up knowing peace instead of trauma.
💬 The funds raised will help us:
🏗️ Rebuild our family home — which was completely destroyed
🛠️ Provide basic support for our father and siblings
🏡 Create safe, livable conditions for a family shattered by loss
🔒 How the Funds Are Managed
Due to the collapse of Gaza’s financial system, all donations are processed through my brother, who has a U.S. registered Stripe account.
Funds are securely transferred to Gaza and distributed in cash here on the ground.
We are transparent and ready to provide proof of every step.
🌱 Why Your Support Matters
We are not asking for charity.
We’re asking for a chance to stand again,
To rebuild something we can pass on to the children who survived.
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My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Your support gives us the strength not just to remember the ones we lost —
but to honor them by continuing.
💬 If you can’t donate, a reblog means the world.
🕊️ From Gaza, with hope and dignity — thank you.
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