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A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.



Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link
From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
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Very important please do not ignore🚨🚨
Save the life of my husband and children from death 🥹💔🇵🇸
Hello friends, despite the difficult circumstances we are living in, from famine and the lack of food and drink and facing death at every moment, my husband and I were exposed to direct and close bombing by Israeli warplanes😭, and as a result, my husband and I were seriously injured. My husband entered surgery and spent several days in intensive care. As a result of the injury, he lost his left eye and 70 centimeters of intestine were removed.💔😭
His condition is critical and he is now staying in the hospital and needs treatment and healthy food that is not available 🥹💔
In addition, my tent was damaged by the missile bombing and became unlivable 🥹💔
So please, I need your support and help 😭 Try to help me with any donation to provide shelter for my children and treatment for my husband.
Please, my life and the lives of my children and husband are in danger 🥹💔💔
Any donation you make will help me provide a tent or at least provide medicine and food for my husband.




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From future teacher to homeless person 💔
My story and hope for survival😭

I am Israa Alwan, a young woman who once had big dreams and was ready to achieve them. After years of hard work and study, I finally received my degree in Early Childhood Education. It was an indescribable joy, knowing I was about to start my journey as a teacher, to help shape young minds and walk alongside them in their first steps toward knowledge.

But my dream didn’t last. The war came and turned my life upside down. My home, which was once a safe haven, is now rubble, and I am left with only a few belongings and a shattered bag of dreams. Now, I am without a home, a job, or any sense of security. I move from place to place with my family, searching for a shelter to protect our children and the sick from the cold winter and the scorching summer.






My brother Shadi, who has always been my strength and support, now bears the heavy responsibility of caring for our entire family, doing everything he can to protect us and provide us with the bare essentials, despite the harsh conditions😭😭😭
Today, I reach out to you, driven by a shared humanity, seeking your support to help us survive and find a way out of this life that was forced upon us.
Donation link
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‘it’s unlike you to stare at me without saying a word’
well you just look like the most beautiful being in the entire history of existence like this im sorry for being speechless
#this is me discovering the wonders and joys of the myth stories#lads xavier#is breathtaking under a sunset#thanks infold for letting me know#lads#ramblings
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"Don't Skip: Read My Story & Help 🚨🙏"
"A Plea for Hope: Ibrahim's Family's Struggle for Survival 💔"
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The war has finally ended, thank God, and we are preparing to return to northern Gaza in the coming days. During this critical period, I urgently need your support to raise $5,000 to leave the UNRWA shelter and build a small room in front of my destroyed home. 🙏🏻

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #220 )✅️
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I am Ibrahim Almughanni. I once dreamed of a peaceful future for my family, but those dreams were shattered by the horrors of war.
I am married to Soha Fouad,
and we have three children: Toleen, 9 years old; Wateen, 6; and Tayseer, 4.
My children from inside UNRWA shelters
"Toleen, Wateen, and Tayseer are currently in the UNRWA shelter. With your support, we are striving to bring them happiness despite the challenges. Please stand by us for the sake of these children."


The Day Our Lives Shattered
I remember the day vividly—explosions began in the distance, growing into a deafening roar. Smoke and fear engulfed us as we watched our neighbors flee in terror. We grabbed our children and ran, pushing through a sea of panic until we could run no more

The Day Our Lives Shattered
We once lived a simple and peaceful life, with my children learning and thriving. Now, we are left with nothing in a UNRWA shelter, lacking all basic necessities.
Your support and contribution can make a real difference and change our reality for the better. 🙏

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #220 )✅️.
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Help my family to leave the Gaza Strip
I am Najah Al-Haila from Gaza.
I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our four children - two daughters and two sons - is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone.


Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.



Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.



We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.


Please help me donate and share🙏
Najah
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Najah Al-Haila (@hudameqdad, @salwameq20): Najah and her husband have 4 children: Walid (9 years old and the eldest child), Mira, Ahmed, and Mayar. Help them evacuate out of Gaza! (https://gofund.me/744c27e7) (vetted by @/gazavetters and is #49 on the vetted list)
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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨
Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
Our Current Situation:
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
How You Can Help:
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
What This Means to Us:
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️
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Roy Kaplan: Out of Sight is here (and you should listen to it!)
Hello, friends!
I'm happy to announce that Roy Kaplan: Out of Sight has officially launched and you can listen to the first episode right now!
Since this show is finally on the road, it's time I made a proper promotional post again.
What is Roy Kaplan: Out of Sight?
Roy Kaplan is my new paranormal cyberpunk detective audio drama, featuring the titular Roy Kaplan--private investigator, ex-burglar, and psychic. He puts his unique skills as a master thief and a psychic who can speak to ghosts to the test as he solves all kinds of different crimes across a hostile cyberpunk city. With the occasional assist from his ghost roommate Wes, Kaplan tackles everything from strange scams to missing persons to murder and everything else in between.
Roy Kaplan takes inspiration primarily from hardboiled detective fiction of the 30s-50s, as well as old time radio classics such as Richard Diamond. It is episodic in nature, with a new mystery every episode that can be listened to without requiring context from other episodes (though it's still preferable to listen to them in release order).
This first season, Out of Sight, is twelve episodes long, 30-40 minutes each. It features the voice talents of 35 voice actors across the season as well as an original soundtrack.
If you like ghosts, speculative post-apocalypse fiction, sci-fi crimes, and above all, a supernatural detective story that actually remembers to be about investigation and mysteries instead of just happening to include a detective, then Roy Kaplan has all those things and more!
But don't just take my word for it, listen to the trailer now:
How can I listen to Roy Kaplan?
Roy Kaplan releases every other Saturday at 19:00 EST, running from December 28, 2024 to May 31, 2025. Patreon subscribers get to listen to episodes one week early.
Roy Kaplan is hosted on Pinecast, which means that you'll be able to listen to it using any RSS feed reader, including common podcast aggregators like Spotify or Amazon Music. Links to the RSS feed and other podcast services can be found here. You can also listen to/download episodes directly on my website, where you can additionally find the full credits information and official transcripts.
Also, you can also listen to Roy Kaplan on YouTube, where we'll be premiering each episode as it drops, so you can chat with other listeners as the episode releases live! We had a lot of fun with the first episode, so we hope to see you around for future premieres!
Stay updated!
If you want to make sure you never miss an episode, you can subscribe on your preferred podcast service, or you can follow this Tumblr, or you can sign up for my email newsletter on my website! You'll also be able to find pretty much any information about Roy Kaplan on there, including my own writer's commentary on the episodes as the season goes on.
If you want to talk about Roy Kaplan, you can send asks to this blog, comment on the YouTube videos, or you can join The Pinwheel Lab's Discord server. I always like to hear what people think!
I've been working very hard on this show since 2022--writing, editing, and producing--and I'm very excited to share it with everyone now. Here's to a good season of Roy Kaplan, and I hope you'll tag along for the ride :)
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hey kids who read fic, listen up
it’s annoying to me as a Fanfic Elder that y’all don’t understand how consent works in regards to reading fanfic
last night I saw a fic that had EIGHT of my favorite tags included and a great summary BUT it also contained a tag for a topic that bothers me. I weighed the pros/cons and decided NOT to read the fic because the ONE tag I disliked was something that could trigger a panic attack if the scene went into any sort of detail - it wasn’t worth risking the eight good tags.
from the first moment I noticed the fic to the moment I decided not to read it, the entire experience was MY RESPONSIBILITY. the author tagged the fic correctly, I knew what my limits were, and I respected them.
if you find a fic with tags you don’t like, JUST DON’T READ IT
don’t harass the author, don’t post a big whiny rant about it on Tumblr, just keep scrolling
that is your job as a reader.
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this is barely my second event and i’ve already exhausted all energy for grinding. thanks infold lmfao
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Do you guys remember how kidnap fantasies were popular on wattpad because young girls and queer teens were both made to feel shame at the thought of their own sexualities, so the fantasy of being kidnapped totally against their will was a way for them to engage with a romantic or sexual fantasy without feeling morally in the wrong for doing so? Added bonus that the fantasy involved being whisked away from repressive environments like home or school, right?
Finding out that Bram Stoker was in a sexless marriage and that scholars believe that he very likely was closeted gay puts the entire book into perspective as to WHY it reads EXACTLY like a self insert wattpad Dracula kidnap fic:
“I TOTALLY love my wife and would never do anything that an upstanding Good Straight Working Man wouldn’t do but oh nooo, big strong man with broad back and strong enough arms to carry me back to bed like a princess trapped me and claimed me as his, completely against my will 👉👈 But he protects me against the bad evil sexual women (who I assure you, I am TOTALLY sexually attracted to, as any straight man with a choice would be) but trust me, I do NOT want ANY of this. What’s that? The Count is not capable of feeling love? Would be a shame if I had the special ability to change tha-”
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debated with myself w/ which avatar to get for mc cause i don’t wanna feel like the other three would be left out before i realized there are four weeks in a month
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just realized rafayel’s attacks look like brush strokes
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im working late, cause im a procrastinator.
i sad.
i open lads. there’s a bunch of chats in celebration of seremoon.
i happy.
#this is what i play this game for#zayne is a softie confirmed#xavier’s making me want to change his nickname to bunbun#also xavier confirmed to be the guy to wear matching outfits with mc#okay he’s the guy who would do literally anything but anyways#sylus who’s gotta give u the best or he’ll die on the spot#rafayel and mc’s braincell connecting for a hot second there when they had the same idea to release two lanterns LMAOOOO#not gonna comment much on zayne cause the domesticity is killing me#rafayel sounds so fun too im upset i cant have it irl#anywy#thats all for today#IS IT???#lads#ramblings
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kitty cards is worse than uno…
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