quaggyday

[quaggyday]

Crying and sobbing, look at these clowns.

You wanna know what makes this worse? The next day I did Shinji's second linked episode. Imagine after a night of rescuing people and joking together like old times, tomorrow none of it matters cause your back to square one. There's still blood on Shinji's hands and he's not coming back and neither of the guys can communicate and Mitsuru has to pick up the pieces once more.

And yet it still matters that all three of them can still find their comfortable place without even really trying, because they care about each other so much. Even more that Minato is right here to see it and know it more then anyone.

[quaggyday]

TODDLER NEEDS MEDICINE FOR MALNUTRITION AND DEHYDRATION

Baby Ayla was born into starvation, and has struggled with malnutrition all her life. Since birth, she has faced an IOF-imposed blockade on food and the IOF’s deliberate destruction of potable water sources in Gaza. Now it is taking really its toll on her, and she has severe diarrhea.

Ayla is rapidly losing the few fluids she has in her body, and the IOF assault has made food, water, and medicine extremely scarce. For a toddler, this is absolutely life-threatening. If she cannot replenish the bodily fluids she is losing, her fragile kidneys will go into failure!!

Her widowed mother URGENTLY needs funds for medicine and saline solution. This will help replenish the fluids and vitamins that her tiny body needs to survive.

Every moment that Ayla remains sick, she gets closer and closer to kidney failure. She urgently needs your support to survive!!

Current: $49,333 USD

New temp goal: $49,933 USD

🚨Need to raise: $600 USD

[quaggyday]

Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor

[quaggyday]

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

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. 💚

[quaggyday]

Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.

[quaggyday]

Made this for my friend’s bday that was on the 10th (this took a little longer than I anticipated) but yay! Aigis from Persona 3!

[quaggyday]

P3MC Week 2025 Interest Check

The interest check for #P3MCWeek2025 is here! Reblogs/any sharing is appreciated!

The interest check will run for 2 weeks. Thank you very much! 💙

[quaggyday]

Random old photo from my FOURTH play-through of Reload ( As of this post I'm at November) but look at this Minato characterization.

What do you mean the … are in front, something that usually indicates feelings of sadness or contemplation and are very rare. What do you mean that in this bunker that includes references to some sort of war in the past and a letter of a man asking only the best for his wife and child, Minato finds a skeleton hidden away that presumably died alone on a bedframe. What do you mean more then anything he thinks that this decades old bony figure was someone once upon a time.

What do you mean this implies Minato sees death as taking away your identity and the things you've gone through and that makes him feel something, the guy who at this point in the game still bottles up every single one of his feelings on anything.

[quaggyday]

Don't skip 🚨Emergency

✅vetted by@gazavetters,(#365)✅

My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉

Please donate

✅vetted by@gazavetters,(#365)✅

[quaggyday]

The war has returned, and the smell of death is everywhere.

The bombing and missiles never stop, There is no more food, drink, or even a safe place to sleep.

Even the internet connection has been cut off, and I am no longer able to share my story with you.

My loyal friends, please donate even a small amount and share my posts to reach donors.

I need you by my side. You are my only hope, Help me save my family from death and get out of Gaza to live in a safe place.

[quaggyday]

Please help my family with a donation. 😢🙏

The crossings are closed and prices have become very expensive. Help me save my children from hunger. 😭

https://gofund.me/f32e706b

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #532 )✅️

[quaggyday]

Hello, my friend,

I'm Mohammed from Gaza. 🇵🇸

Unfortunately, the Zionist occupation destroyed our house, injured my brother, and took my father prisoner. My mother's health has deteriorated and she is in the hospital.

The war is back again, but it's more brutal and fierce. We are homeless, the crossings are closed, and prices are skyrocketing.

We have no breadwinner. We need support, we need hope, we need life. All we have are your prayers, but we need you for our survival.

@bestfriendhelp

@bestyboy18

@beserkerjewel

@bixlasagna @birdoppossom @biracy @bunabi @butchniqabi

@barabones @batmanisagatewaydrug @balfazra @booasaur @boooolame

@nerdreamer @nuroful @nyxlion @nyancrimew @nectarinegirl

@nmaamkaadenmaa @nconiku @namtans-jean-jacket @nando161mando

@mak-to-the-future @mspiggy @mmcoconut

@mobiused @marcheriest @margesimpsonanime @maester-cressen @mar64ds

@milliebobbyflay @mincerafter @monstermashpotato

@mystery-salad @myceliacrochet3 @mushroomjar @murderbot @much-more-than-numbers

@meshugenist

@kallistoi

@excalumbras

@apepthehero

@of-likes-and-reblogs

@7yrannic

@pangur-and-grim

@pangur-and-grim

[quaggyday]

A Voice from Beneath the Rubble: We Do Not Want to Die of Hunger

The war has returned to us in a criminal and inhumane way, without any rules or restraint. Camps and hospitals are being bombed, children and medics are being killed in cold blood, and all international prohibitions have been violated.

Death rains down from the sky, and hunger consumes us from the ground.

We are trapped between two fires, there is no escape from the bombing, and no salvation from starvation.

My little child cries out from unbearable hunger, and I am powerless to comfort him, We have nothing left to eat except some green herbs I boil, hoping they will ease our hunger. 💔

In the past five days, we have received only 5 dollars, not even enough to buy bread for my child for a single day, Donations have tragically declined, and we can no longer afford even the bare minimum of necessities. 😥

Entire families have been forced to flee their homes under the relentless bombardment. Even the area they push us to, claiming it is "safe" (Al-Mawasi), is bombed daily without mercy.

The crossings are closed, aid is blocked, and escaping to a safe country is impossible.

It is a systematic plan of slow genocide, by missiles and by hunger.

From the heart of the siege, from amidst the destruction, from beneath the rubble…

I plead with you through the tears of a mother fighting to protect her child, with a body weakened by pregnancy and hunger, with a soul that holds on only to the hope in your compassionate hearts. 🥹

Please, help us. Save my child, my unborn baby, and my family from this hell.

Every donation—even the smallest—is a lifeline in a sea of fire.

Or via PayPal

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #152 ) ✅

This campaign has also been verified by @90_ghost ✅

[quaggyday]

[quaggyday]

VETTED BY @gazavetters

(THIS ISN'T MINE BY THE WAY, NO FUNDRAISERS I SHARE ARE)

@saja-gaza01 Sorry for my inability to donate.

[quaggyday]

Don't skip 🚨Emergency

✅vetted by@gazavetters,(#365)✅

My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉

Please donate

✅vetted by@gazavetters,(#365)✅

[quaggyday]

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

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. 💚