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interview with the 21st century's greatest lesbian, written by Me

Dear Friends,🥺

I am deeply saddened by the cancellation of my previous campaign. The new campaign is facing a significant drop in donations and insufficient support through social media.😭

I desperately need your help by donating or sharing the campaign with others. Every bit of support makes a huge difference. 🙏😭❤️

Donate here

Thank you to everyone who is supporting me during this difficult time.💓

Had so many problems doing this drawing

I messed up the layers so I couldn’t render it but anyway 😭

Redraw of this panel :]

yipee

how are you doing broter

Hello brother I’m doing good high as a cake

I just burned 300 calories by doing Just Dance… it’s gonna be my new cardio routine now

Imagine waking up one day to the sound of bombs tearing through your neighborhood, the walls around you shaking as your entire world crumbles. The home where you once felt safe, where your child’s laughter echoed through the halls, is now nothing more than rubble. The memories, the dreams, the sense of security—vanished in an instant.

Images: (top, middle) Ragheb, Reem, and their son Taim before the war. (Bottom) The family's house after bombardment by occupation forces.

@gazasparkle

Story written by @rumiandroses

This is the heartbreaking reality that Ragheb, Reem, and their five-year-old son, Taim have been enduring for over a year. Before the war, they were a happy family, building a future in northern Gaza. But after relentless bombardment by occupation forces, they have lost everything—their home, their livelihoods, their sense of normalcy. They have been displaced more than six times, constantly fleeing in search of safety, only to find themselves trapped in a cycle of destruction and fear that is completely out of their control.

On November 18th, they experienced a nightmare that no family should ever endure. Trapped for 12 agonizing hours under relentless airstrikes, they watched in horror as the upper floors of their relative’s building were obliterated. Five members of their family perished that day. Ragheb, in a desperate attempt to escape, was injured. His foot remains untreated, the pain exacerbated by malnutrition and the lack of medical care. Each day is a battle for survival.

With no stable shelter, food, or access to medical aid, they were forced to grind grains and even resort to eating animal feed just to survive. The situation is only worsening. Their only hope now is to leave Gaza—to escape the unbearable conditions and start anew in Egypt. But the cost of crossing the border is $5,000 per person, an impossible sum for a family that has already lost everything.

This family needs your help. Every donation, no matter how small, brings them one step closer to safety, one step closer to rebuilding their shattered lives. Your support will provide them with food, medical aid, and the ability to escape the horrors of war. If you are unable to donate, sharing their story helps to amplify their voices to help reach someone who can.

You can donate to Ragheb and Reem’s GoFundMe campaign [HERE].

Please help my children donate💔, because our situation is serious. I hope you will help us🤲🤲https://gofund.me/34583915

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Type of shit I've been on.

Since I am, now, gaining some traction I thought it would be the best time to say I write fanfiction. Here's the link to the one I'm currently working on!

Don't worry, I plan on publishing the next chapter tonight!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61186555/chapters/156354739

There’s no way I just put this much effort into a meme lmao