rekofan101

[rekofan101]

iam Leen from Palestine, Gaza, and I need help to get out of the war. We have a war of death and hunger for the sake of my children

‏Relly Need Your Help To Evacuate Them To A Safe Plece As Soon As Possible Outside Gaza

.Thank you so much for your stand beside people in need .

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links to gofundme + PayPal !!

Campaign has been vetted by multiple accounts + goal is halfway reached for gofundme. Please share and donate when possible to help these children escape from Gaza.

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[rekofan101]

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

[rekofan101]

Thank you dear supporters for all the help you are offering the people of Gaza in this dire time. I am a father of four tender babies who are paying much of their childhood and innocence in this unfair war. Please do whatever you can to help me save my family till the war ends.

Despite the suffering and hardships of this fierce war , your support and assistance ease us and grant us power and patience. Your contribution keeps a whole family safe, that is why i am asking you to donate whatever you can of at least share my link so that other donors can know about my tragedy and pain.

#90-gohset

[rekofan101]

🌱Would you love to own a Plant? - My Mom Needs You🌱

Hello everyone,

incase you’re just seeing this, My mom is a plant lovers. It’s been her, her cat, and her plants since we lost my dad as a kid. Unfortunately, Few years ago cancer came in between her and her plants. Just few months ago she had a successful surgery to remove the cervical cancer. We thought we were done.

With deep sadness, I must share that despite the successful removal of her cervix, my mom began experiencing severe internal pains during her recovery. After several check-ups and extensive kidney tests, it was confirmed that her kidneys have been affected by the cancer in a process known as metastasis. We now find ourselves facing a new and daunting challenge.

The treatment plan for metastatic cancer is complex and depends on various factors, including the type of primary cancer, the locations and number of metastatic sites, my mom’s overall health, and the treatments she has already undergone. Unfortunately, this new phase of treatment is extremely expensive, and we are struggling to manage the costs.

Compounding our difficulties, my sister was recently laid off just a few weeks into her new job, and our plant shop is not running as it should. We are in a dire situation, having exhausted many of our resources to treat my mom's cervical cancer.

With heavy hearts, we are reaching out to you once again to request your help. We are initiating a crowdfunding campaign to raise funds for my mom’s kidney treatment. If you can, please consider donating. Your support means everything to us, and we are eternally grateful for any assistance you can provide. Below you find link to her cancer story/journey from months ago and a link to donate.

Thank you for standing with us during this incredibly challenging time.

LINK TO HER CANCER STORY

[rekofan101]

There is no childhood in Gaza 💔

At this time, children are usually on summer vacation, playing in the streets and going to the beach to swim. But this does not happen in Gaza. The occupation kills children in cold blood in front of their families because they demand their right to play like other children in the world. What injustice? You are my last hope. Our children want to go to school and live in peace and security

How can you help our children? This is done by donating, publishing the campaign, sharing it with friends, and reblogging. Thanks for helping us

@sayruq @schoolhater @butchniqabi @politijohn @loonarmuunar @qattdraws @turtletoria @tododeku-or-bust @unfortunatelyuncreative @piratekenway

@khanger @vilonnie @butchniqabi

[rekofan101]

Help a Displaced Amal's Family from Gaza Rebuild Their Lives 💔🇵🇸

Dear Humanity,

My name is Amal, and I am from Gaza. We are 5 family members. Currently, my family and I are living in northern Gaza under conditions of starvation, shelling, and gunfire. Gaza is experiencing a devastating war that has forced many families, including mine, to flee our homes repeatedly. Each time we are displaced, we are unable to take anything with us, losing the little food and clothing we managed to store.

We are enduring an unimaginable crisis right now, facing severe shortages of food and water tainted with harmful viruses and bacteria. This contamination is causing dangerous skin and respiratory diseases, and we are now also grappling with an outbreak of polio.

The scarcity of food is not just a hardship; it is a relentless torment, leaving us weakened and ill. Our lack of income, or rather its complete absence, is tearing our family apart, leaving us helpless and struggling to survive.

This suffering is beyond what any living being should endure. Imagine spending just one night in these conditions how would you feel? From the depths of our hearts, we desperately implore you to support us, to help us escape this famine and the devastation of war.

Our home, my workplace, and all my sources of income as a software developer have been destroyed due to the war. With no stable place to stay and no source of income, we are struggling to survive.

We urgently need your help to:

Purchase essential food and clothing for my family, Secure a temporary shelter, and Leaving Gaza and seeking a safe place to start a new life for me and my family.

Therefore, I implore you to help us provide food, water, and a safe place outside of Gaza for me and my family. Your donations will make a significant difference in our lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, will provide us with the relief we desperately need and the hope to rebuild our future.

Thank you for your kindness and generosity.

Your support will give us a chance to overcome this crisis and look forward to a better tomorrow.

Dear Tumblr Community,

I am delighted to be part of this comunity and seek your support in sharing a post I've crafted. This isn't merely a collection of words but a crucial part of a fundraising effort to assist my family during these challenging times.

I have faith that you will help amplify this message to reach a wide audience.

Thank you sincerely for your support..❤️🇵🇸

Verified by : @hayanahed

[rekofan101]

i had originally planned to write and send this back when you had announced the end of the daily posts, or at least before then. but its funny how life just gets busy and all. and then i stopped using tumblr and switched to twitter. but i ended up remembering this and i vowed i would write it, no matter how long it took. so here we are. consider this the end of the reko anthology.

It was quick Practically instant. The sensation burning against her neck, the weight of her body as it dangled from the ceiling. Even the faint view of her kicking feet was nothing more than a fleeting dream. She found herself somewhere new, unfamiliar but comforting all the same.

She stood tall in the middle of an endless lake. The blue water wet up to her ankles, the smooth stones underneath her feet betraying the nature of the still water. She could see the reflection of fluffy clouds drift by on an endless blue sky. If she stared hard enough into the water, she almost felt like she could fall right into the sky. It was disorientating, but no more confusing than where she was now.

Reko looked across the endless expanse, wiping her hands on her jacket. Her fingers crept up to her neck, finding smooth skin. She hummed, fingers feeling the vibrations of her vocal chords as she took her first step forward. She's not sure where she's going, she's just sure that she shouldn't stay. There's a pull, much like the drive she felt when the tempo kicked up, that made her feet move.

She walks forward, the water barely even splashing as she waded through. The water was tepid, the warmth you'd get from a gentle embrace. Like it had been warmed by the sun all day, only to be cooled by the moon. She's not sure when she took off her boots, but even with all the smooth stones, she did not fear slipping. They were perfectly laid into one another, like a path. She had no reason to believe she could fall.

A few moments into her walk she began to hear something vaguely familiar. It was hard at first, because it was so faint she was sure she was imagining it. Like the phantom sounds of music she'd be plagued with after hours spent in the studio trying to record. The melodies would haunt her mind, getting stuck in her head as she was reminded over and over that it wasn't good enough. The sound wasn't just right. They'd hit the wrong chord, or the guitar wasn't perfectly tuned, or the drums were dragging the beat, or the piano wasn't in time with everyone else. There was always something.

But this felt distinct, the further she got from her starting point. It was distinctly not the fast paced music she was used to. Neither the slow rock ballads she had a soft spot for. It was foreign. It was familiar. It was fickle. Like a lighter, her mind tried over and over to ignite that memory. The one carried by the faint music in the air, growing louder and stronger the more she walked.

"So it's Americana this time?"

It's a conversation she had a long time ago. She can still feel the old wooden sticks in her hands. Their wooden handles covered in duck tape to help give some semblance of grip.

"You know we could try to incorporate some of the style into our own stuff. It's good. Even if it don't fit."

She's so close. She can hear the chord changes now. The sounds are muffled in her ears, but she can tell when the changes occur. It's so close. She knows this song. She has to know it. They had talked about it before.

"So what about it? It's simple, plainly so. But it get's the message across so well. They made it damn near the start of the second world war. Kind of funny, isn't it?"

It was one of his favorite songs. She didn't get it. She remembers now. There were so many other better songs from the genre, from the time. She didn't get why he liked this one so much. Was it her voice? When she sang it for him, that once? On the ride back from their first gig? When they got tossed from the bar? When he broke his leg falling down the stairs? She can't quite remember when.

But she remembers. There's no mistaking it. That deep rich tenor, with a slight waver when it came to the notes just a tad above his reachable range. He was never able to hold those high notes for long.

So will you please say hello

To the folks that I know

Tell them i won't be long

How could she forget it? That voice, that song. It was one she commit to memory. One that she's heard in damn near every tone imaginable. Joy, sadness, anger, disgust, fear, hopeful, despair, comical, sarcastic, prideful, death. If she was even just a tad more frightened she would've freaked out already, but in her heart there was nothing other than longing. Longing for the embrace she had failed to receive so long ago. For one that she could never feel again.

They'll be happy to know

That as you saw me go

I was singing this song

She kicks into a sprint, not even aware of where she's trying to head. She just knows that moving forward makes it louder. She knows it can't be an illusion because she can hear it so clearly, so perfectly. It gets louder and clearer with every step and she has no fear of falling. Because she knows if she does her big brother will be there to catch her. Or laugh, and then help her stand up.

Keep smilin through

Like you always do

Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

In the distance she can see a figure, sitting atop a rock. The only rock poking out of the water. He was hunched over, staring down at his arms, legs hugged to his chest. She can't help the smile that spreads across her face. His mouth is moving, his eyes closed. He's singing, out to the lake, to anyone who will hear. He always had a loud voice. At times she got mad at how overbearingly loud he could be. She's never been more thankful that he just had that natural loudness.

The memories come back. She remembers the next lyric.

She decides to join him.

We'll meet again

She can see him shift. His head pokes up, eyes fluttering open.

Don't know when

The look in his eyes makes her heart hurt. He truly thought she was gone. She thought he was gone.

Don't know where

"REKO!"

He calls her name, jumping off the rock. He sprints towards her, arms outstretched, tears already falling down his face. He crashes into her, damn near knocking her off her feet.

"Alice!"

She wants to be mad at him, scold him, but she's too happy to even pretend to be. He crushes her in his grip, burying his head into her neck as she wraps her arms around him. She can feel her makeup running down her face. An ugly sob escapes Alice's chest, and she can't even try to comfort him because there's already one threatening to spill over her throat.

But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day

yeah idk lol

DAY 367: I KNEW IT WAS YOU

[rekofan101]

I’ve been listening to that band you mentioned as Reíos voice claim, it’s really good. Reminds me a bit of Sleater Kinney

YESSS I LOVE LOVE OUTSIDE ANDROMEDA. @gwurgle recc'ed it to me

[rekofan101]

IM NOT GONE IM STILL HERE JUST NOT A DAILY I PROMISE...!!!!

So after being in school alone with my thought, i wondered the question no one dared to ask, what is my friends daily account activity? Do they really hold up as dailies? How much dailies account even in there? Did brody cause 9/11? All those questions went trough my brain like wildfire, and after a very long 15 seconds of thinking i too the harduous task of finding every single daily accounts and using the power of MATH to see their overall activity.

so follow me on my little rambling as i see the RISE and FALL of the yttd daily community

So lets say some ground rule, when i mean activity i mean that the blog has posted adn actual daily blog post and not just talked or respounded to asks, so for example brocoli respounds to asks but he didn't post a daily since a certain time. Rule understood, okay okay.

First part of this task was to fin every single daily blogs and look their last posts, and this was the longest part for sure.

forget my very bad typos this was written in a moment of euphoria. What we can see from this is that there is 1 billion blogs actually but also that a ton of those blogs are in fact desactivated. THose which are classified as today are actually yesterday post i just was very lazy to change it.

Second phase was to put them all in different categories on a exel sheet to see the overal proportions and see the average of month since a last daily was posted.

as we can see there is no joke 53 FUCKING DAILY ACCOUNTS. But more importrantly about 16 of those accounts are either gone and dissapeared out of the face of the earth or they are simply stated as inactive by the daily in question. The second largest numbers are didn't post in 8 months and 4 months.

third part was to make a graphical illustration of my point, so i made a camembert.

so yeah i'm not gonna do a big study but its pretty clear that if we only consider daily accounts who posted today or this month as actual dailies then we can consider all the others as inactive dailies.

What was the point of this you might say? Well i wanted to prove my theories, first off most of those daily accounts were in fact born from the brody genesis, so when brody created his daily keiji account. It became a popular idea and everyone impulsively created accounts. The thing is that having a daily account is not some funny bussiness its extremely tiring and extremly difficult, and since most of the yttd community on tumblr are teens to young adults, we mostly have school to deal with. So keeping up with pace is pretty much impossible. Second my guess was that honestly all daily accounts would burn out in two months, and i was kinda right. Yes the graph seems to show that they lasted longuer, but actually, this doesnt count the time of inactivity in betwens or the long breaks. Most account burned out after 1 or 2 months which is pretty logical. LIke dailyshinai/rune burned out in two month for example.

I think the overral if we did a competion winners would be @rekofan101 who posted for a year straight and just terminated being a daily on their own account and janice/ @daily-dose-of-bucket who despite longs breaks are still posting. The dailies had an immense rise at one point but the fall was even harder slowly has the accounts and trend started to burn out. As someone who is on a dailies account i will say out of the maybe 30 blogs on it only lik 8 are actually active and only 1 post regularly.

This is isnt' at all a judgement or anything but its an interresting depictions of how waves of trends affect certains populations.

Tho if i had to give advices to make a daily account it would be:

-make it a weekly, more time better results last longuer

-don't do it alone perhaps do it with a friend and alternate betwen one another

-if you have adhd, a job, memory issues or overall issues that will make it evn more difficult for you to make an account a daily, i would consider not doing it, instead perhaps just do a regular fan account like me

But anyway thank for reading my useless unemployed friend rambling and keep doing what you love!

[rekofan101]

Err, i think i was wrong about the details of Midori being killed by Alice in the last ask. I’m sorry.

dw, you got it basically right! she does find out he was framed thru midori, because he meets up with her and that's what prompts her to sign the consent form!

[rekofan101]

Reko’s character sheet says she’s 5’7, but do you think that’s with or without the boots included?

personally, i believe it's without the boots!

[rekofan101]

DAY 366: me and reko as always

[rekofan101]

I know I said I would post something for my rekoversairy on July 10th... and I didnt... BUT IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS MOVING IM SORRY!!!!!

[rekofan101]

could you please tell me if you know where the original you get periods? meme is from i keep seeing art of it but i can t find the original. thank you!

i believe this is the original!

[rekofan101]

DAY 365: A WHOLE YEAR!

and that's a wrap!

dailyreko is a project i started on june 28, 2023 our of my love for yttd and reko yabusame specifically. i know the one year post is on july 3rd, but that's because of a boycott week! i never imagined for this blog to gain so much traction or for my art to be enjoyed on this level. i am truly grateful that so many of you have stuck along for the ride.

thank you to all of my fellow dailies out there (particularly the ones in the server) who became such nice people to be around during this whole thing! when you all drew me birthday art, it really warmed my heart. you are all just the sweetest <3

and thank you to the few dedicated followers of this blog. i see you like and interact with almost every single post, and i have really valued your participation in this account. mpregcatboyshin, nyanyaokayyyy, thatoneluckybee, kastrylya, katiehp, gwurgle, kidfoundonstreets, probably more people who just aren't coming to my head right now... if you interacted a lot trust me i remember your username. you guys kept me going LOL

now, serious business, what will happen to this blog? it'll stay up! it just will no longer be titled "daily"reko, as i won't be posting daily anymore. i think i'll rebrand to rekofan101 to match my main, @evanescencefan101. ill still pop in and post as long as i have requests in my inbox, so keep sending them if you want! i still have about eighty, so you definitely havent seen the last of me, haha!

but yeah, happy one year guys! thanks for sticking around to see me geek about reko. it'll be four years fawning over her on the 10th, so expect a post then! HERES TO ANOTHER YEAR MORE!

no, but seriously, thank you. if there's any legacy i want to leave behind, it's that i (hearken) am reko's biggest fan.

LOVE YA. XOXO

[rekofan101]

DAY 364: reko yabusame living manifestation but it's in the way that people manifest that gojo will live

[rekofan101]

samuai yaib rek o

DAY 363: samurai yaiba (+ reko)