I simply donāt understand anyones read of Shane in TLG that isnāt āthis fucker is just autisticā.
He doesnāt do anything wrong.
Heās not intentionally cruel or self involved, he just canāt read minds. Ilya also doesnāt communicate his feelings for half the book.
Both of them are fallible and human and their complexities are what make them endearing, and through it all, they love each other deeply and unconditionally.
If youāre in a relationship, you can understand because itās inevitable- at some point, you will hurt your partnerās feelings. You just will, no matter how healthy your communication is. Youāll say something insensitive by accident, or not consider all the different viewpoints. Youāll get tired and grumpy and short, or overwhelmed. No human emotion is morally wrong.
The only ābad guyā in their romance is homophobia.
No but guys. Guys. GUYS. Shane gave Ilya the code to the front door of his house before the game. And at the hospital he said that he āhad a whole planā to ask Ilya to come to the cottage. The front door was 100% part of that plan. Our boy was trying to woo Ilya with his domestic vulnerability so heād be more likely to say yes to the cottage.
I am Diab, a medical student from Gaza. I was steadily moving toward my dream of becoming a doctor, studying diligently despite all the difficulties, dreaming of the day I would wear a white coat and treat patients. But suddenly, the war came, sweeping away my dreams as it did my home. I lost everything; all I have left are my books and a few papers. Today, I live in a tent amidst the devastation, trying to cling to whatever remains of my hope.
Life in Gaza is no longer possible, not only because of the destruction, but also because the future here has become uncertain, and completing my studies has become almost impossible. I appeal to those with compassionate hearts and humanitarian organizations to help me leave Gaza and complete my education in a safe environment, where I can realize my dream and one day return to serve my people and my family.
My father had a frozen food shop where we made a living. Now, there's nothing we can do to make ends meetššš
We're living in a crisis. There's no food or healthy drink. Everything is expensive. There's nowhere to go amidst this war. We live in a tentšš.
Any help, no matter how small, could be the step that saves my future. If you can help or know someone who can, please don't hesitate to support and share.šā„ļø
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Hi, my name is Lana and I live in Canada. As we start Ramadan this year, I wanā¦ Lana Awwad needs your support for Help
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On this day a year ago, my children were on their way to school and suddenly they heard the sounds of missiles and continuous explosions. They returned home scared and terrified. None of us knew what was happening. We felt like we had lost our lives, and that is what happened. We lost our home and everything we owned in a moment. It was the beginning of the nightmare. The house disappeared with all its details and their dreams. Even their toys turned to ashes. They destroyed their childhood!!
Since that day until now, we don't know how long we haven't had a day of rest. Death follows us all the time. We have escaped death many times, but I fear loss. All I want is your donation, even if it is small, to help save my children's lives. I don't want us to continue our lives in tents without rights.
Hello everyone, I've made this campaign on behalf of my friend Hashem and his family. Below is his story, thank you for thinking of them!
All of you here on Tumblr, donāt ignore this before you do something. How long will you remain silent? āš½ While we die before your eyes? Have you experienced losing your health? Have you experienced losing your feet? Have you experienced losing your family? Have you experienced your children dying of hunger and thirst? Have you experienced losing your friends? Think carefully, move your hearts. This is enoughāour hearts are crying. No to silence. (Engage here, click on the heart) Donate here š I depend on your donations to live, me and my family.
Please don't let us die alone here. Donate, share
My name is Abi from Lincoln, NE, and I'm raising money for Ahmed and his famā¦ Abi Lass needs your support for Help Ahmed And His Family Surv
Please, do not ignore me. This may be our last plea. I am in desperate need of your help. Every dollar you send will save us from hunger and make a huge difference for us. Please!!!"
Please listen carefully Please listen carefullyš I need you to read this..š„¹
On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
Hello, my name is Jovan, and I'm fundraising on behalf of my dear friend Mahmoud. Mahmoud ā¦ Jovan I needs your support for Help Mahmoud and
My name is Abdelmajed.
I never imagined Iād be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knewāmy home, my safety, my communityāwas ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries.
Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying theyāll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and itās become a daily battle just to survive.
Iāve seen things I never thought possibleāstanding in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everythingāmy home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope,
but itās almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, Iām trapped in a warzone with no way out.
Iām reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chanceājust a chanceāto live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayāmy home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety.
Even the smallest donation will make a differenceāit could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. Youāre not just helping me escape a war; youāre giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
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.
šø From One Motherās Heart ā Please Read šø
My name is Saja. Iām 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 ā from her first smile to her first steps ā 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 ā a fragile, breathless moment ā 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 ā hiding, holding on, praying.
Iām 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 daughterās life.
And even now ā especially now ā 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 Iām 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.
Thatās why I keep going.
Iāve launched a campaign to ask for help ā not because itās 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:
š¤ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
š¤ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
š¤ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
š 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 didnāt have to live t
If you canāt 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 youāve never lived through war.
But if youāve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them ā then you understand more than you know.
I donāt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youāve read this far ā 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 itās a lifeline.
Dear, I am contacting you today hoping for urgent help. The Israeli occupation army has informed us that we must evacuate our area in Gaza, and we need your donations, support and assistance to provide for my basic needs. After we left home, we are now homeless, hungry and cold, and I have three young children. I don't want them to die. We are tired of moving from one place to another. May God bless you. Please help me, no one supports me ššš I desperately need your help, my daughter is feeling sick and weak.
Take a moment to imagine your child or loved one. What would you do for them? How far would you ā¦ marwa nasla needs your support for Help bu
šØ Urgent Appeal: Save My Familyās Life Before Itās Too Late šØ
The war is growing more brutal by the day, The planes are raining down shells, burning, killing without mercy. Today, the Israeli army ordered us to evacuate our area immediately amid heavy bombing. Since this morning until now, they have killed 70 people, and my family and I barely survived. š
Most families have been displaced, but we do not have the money to escape to safer areas. The cost of transportation and displacement is extremely high, while what little we manage to gather is barely enough to keep us from starving amidst the siege, border closures, and insane price hikes. š
Time is running out, and danger surrounds us from all sides. We need to urgently gather the cost of evacuation and transportation to save our lives.
Please, do not leave us alone in this hell.
Your donation now means saving our lives and giving us a chance to live. š„¹š«
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I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 37 years old, married, and I have a eight-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house.Ā and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.
I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us.Ā I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it.Ā I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it!Ā We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!
.Ā My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.
Ā Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!?Ā But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us!Ā I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place.Ā How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this?Ā We are slowly dying every day.
Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact.Ā It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances.Ā Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.
I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families.Ā Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.
The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.
To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.
On the 17th, dead silence.
People are saying log off but what they really mean is donāt open the site or the app.
But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.
What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think āoh everyoneās gone letās shut down.ā What it actually makes them think is āoh shit people arenāt happy and if people donāt keep using our site weāre out of money and out of jobs.ā
A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.
If you want to join in, hereās what to do:
Do:
Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th
Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad
Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion
Come back on the 18th and check in
Donāt:
Delete the app from your phone (this doesnāt affect their revenue and since itās off the store at the moment itāll be hard to get back)
Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and donāt use it youāre saying to staff that thereās still time to save it. If you delete itās hard work to come back.
Open the app or website (including specific blogs)
Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)
Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.
Remember: the execs donāt care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means thereās $0 further income from it. Thatās their last possible course of action. If we make it clear weāre not happy, theyāll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.
Protests take commitment. Theyāre a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because theyāre scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.
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