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Peace be upon you, I hope you are well. I am Mohammed, a Palestinian from the besieged northern Gaza Strip. I was shot by an explosive bullet in my left hand and I need a bone graft operation and to rebuild my home and the home of my two children, Amir and Malak, who were born in the war. Their father is far away in Egypt due to the siege and war and has only met them through pictures. I ask you to support my newly created campaign to help my family survive the horrific war on Gaza to safety and peace. Life has become very harsh and difficult and full of hardships and painful suffering. We lack all the basic necessities and necessities of life such as food, water, medicine and other needs. The war has taken everything beautiful from us and left us homeless, displaced and unemployed. Everything is difficult and impossible to obtain. Water and living conditions are incredibly unavailable. The war has made our lives desperate and hopeless. My family of thirteen is going through the most difficult days they have experienced in nearly twelve months due to the disastrous war. The rise in prices of all basic necessities of life has complicated our living conditions, especially since all our savings have been spent on the least necessities and needs. A photo taken of me injured and the children who need to be evacuated. 😭😭😭That's why I'm asking you now to ease our burdens and the burdens of our lives through your contribution. You can help my family survive by donating what you can or reposting my messages My campaign @90-ghost @ibtisams @appsa @buttercuparry Documented Note for importance Your donation will include ● Performing an orthopedic operation for Muhammad, rebuilding a house, evacuating young infants Amir and Malak, and building a house for them. Thank you.

Hello to anyone who might see this post! Please consider donating to Mohammed’s gofundme to help him and his family out. You can read the message he sent and visit his blog for more information and updates. Here is the link for his gofundme: https://gofund.me/8b2ac999

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Urgent appeal, please support🙏🍉

Donate, donate and participate to perform a bone graft operation in my hand💪, please

This is the donation link.

Thank you, artist Haruka, for your support and backing us up.

Don't pass by without contributing by donating, reblogging and sharing.🙏🍉

@90-ghost @el-shab-hussein @ibtisams @acepumpkinpatrick @just-browsing1222 @gaza @palestine @13ag21k @the-bastard-king @boyvandal-blog @apsswan @youdontknowwhotfiamm @mangocheesecakes @fallahifag @sealuai @palipunk @malcriaada @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @acepumpkinpatrick @nabulsi @fairuzfan

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hi! i would like to highlight this fundraiser. i hope everyone who comes across this would help @mohammed-atallah (Muhammad Atallah and his family) in any way they can. scan the qr code (i got it from haruka aoki's pub materials) and donate.

Further details from Ahmed Alostaz, Muhammad's brother-in-law "My wife's brother, Muhammad, was going to bring aid from the Nabulsi roundabout. He was shot in his left hand by an explosive bullet, which led to nerve loss and bone fragmentation. He needs a bone graft outside Gaza, but the situation is difficult for them. Their house was completely destroyed, and Muhammad's father is also unwell and needs constant medical care. The family is focusing their efforts on caring for Muhammad, as he will need many operations to restore his hand to what it was, and also on rebuilding their destroyed home."

as of writing this post, this campaign is only around 16% completed. and their family is very grateful for it. here is an [Aug 21, 2024] update taken straight from their gfm:

[...] I am Iman, the eldest sister of Muhammad. There are no words to express how grateful my family and I are to all of you. We are a family of 13, including my young children Malak and Amir, Retaj, Rahaf, Saja, Alaa, Amani, Iman, Sobhi, Alaa, and Ahmed, my husband, and my brother Muhammad, who is injured. When we launched this fundraising campaign, I never imagined that it would receive so much love, generosity and compassion. I was honestly starting to lose hope and wondered if our innocent children would ever find safety again; I was preparing for the worst. Your unwavering support made me and my family feel hopeful again. [...] Please continue to support us and share our story so that our children and grandchildren can survive this brutal and relentless slaughter of our people and not just become numbers on your phone screens. I know that donations are not easy in these times, but I believe that every contribution has the power to change someone's life. That is why I am participating in this campaign with all my faith, not only to save them, but also to protect their dreams and help them get out of Gaza. [...] We will never forget how you stood by us during the darkest times of our lives. Thanks to each and every one of you, safety is no longer a distant dream. Things will never be the same again, but knowing that there are brave souls out there who will always stand by us is what keeps us from completely giving in to despair. With your help and generous donations, we can leave Gaza and build a new life and rise from the rubble. [...]

tag list under the cut for wider reach. i hope it's okay. dm me to be included/excluded. tysm. 🇵🇸 from the river to the sea, palestine will be free within our lifetime.

@aerequets

@anneemay

@appsa

@axlotlforgot

@brutaliakhoa

@cinemasystem

@clintbeefwoods

@commissions4aid-international

@communistluanneplatter

@comrademango

@cryptotheism

@c-u-c-koo-4-40k

@decolonize-solidarity

@determinate-negation

@dlxxv-vetted-donations

@doumekiss

@dykesbat

@edwordsmyth

@feluka

@fleshdyk3

@gael-garcia

@gaza-evacuation-funds

@ghelgheli

@greatwyrmgold

@heritageposts

@hussyknee

@ichicm

@intersectionalpraxis

@irhabiya

@just-browsing1222

@komsomolka

@kyra45

@lychee02

@magicmooshka

@magnus-rhymes-with-swagness

@mangocheesecakes

@neptunerings

@nonbienerfeeder

@northgazaupdates2

@opencommunion

@our-queer-experience

@pannaginip

@retvolution

@riding-with-the-wild-hunt

@sawasawako

@sayruq

@schoolhater

@sissa-arrows

@sivavakkiyar

@sliceofdyke

@socalgal

@soon-palestine

@stuckinapril

@tamamita

@timetravellingkitty

@trans-girl-nausicaa

@transingthebourgeoisie

@transjjester

@transmutationisms

@txttletale

@ubernegro

@vague-humanoid

@vakarians-babe

@victoriawhimsey

@womenintheirwebs

[the man-holding-a-palestine-flag element is from the free stock pictures of canva. lmk if i am violating any sensibilities here i might consider removing it.]

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Urgent appeal, please support🙏🍉

Donate, donate and participate to perform a bone graft operation in my hand💪, please

This is the donation link.

Thank you, artist Haruka, for your support and backing us up.

Don't pass by without contributing by donating, reblogging and sharing.🙏🍉

@90-ghost

@el-shab-hussein

@ibtisams

@acepumpkinpatrick

@just-browsing1222

@gaza @palestine

@13ag21k @the-bastard-king @boyvandal-blog

@apsswan @youdontknowwhotfiamm @mangocheesecakes

@fallahifag

@sealuai @palipunk

@malcriaada

@riding-with-the-wild-hunt

@acepumpkinpatrick

@nabulsi

@fairuzfan

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Hello,

Hope you are doing well ❤️‍🩹

I'm Sara from Gaza I am married and have 2 kids, our home was completely destroyed by the war and I never imagined that I would reach this stage! So, in full pain, I ask all of you, my friends, to help my GofundMe so that I can protect what remains of my life and my family away from the current events in the Gaza Strip, and so that I can try to rise again!

https://www.gofundme.com/f/restoring-our-dreams-life-and-future?lang=en_GB&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

if anyone is still seeing my messages asking for help, I've reached the goal!! 🥹 a few of you said you would've donated if you saw earlier so if you see this, pls consider helping Sara, her fundraiser is vetted here:

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Charlie as a unicorn!

You can find her here for limited time ♥

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Alastor as a deer pony. Find him here!

donate to help me not get deported ♥

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Creatures for today's update ✨

shop / donate to help me not get deported

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A chinese lantern dragon

Help me stay in a safe country and not get deported 🩷 I'm running out of time / Ko-fi / shop

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A chinese lantern dragon

Help me stay in a safe country and not get deported 🩷 I'm running out of time / Ko-fi / shop

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Please read!!!!

These guys will be available on my shop until June 30! Your orders will contribute to help me not get deported. If you can't afford a figurine, you can still donate or reblog this post to help. Thank you

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so my life is once again in danger

I'm a venezuelan refugee in Spain since 2019. My focus was entirely on escaping and staying in a safe country. When I got here, I got the help of an accountant/manager to start working legally.

He committed fraud in my name without telling me and refused to take responsibility. I was penalized to pay €8600 for his mistake.

I'll add the whole explanation after the read more because you need context to understand what he did.

And now if I can't pay this thing, my residence will be taken away. I will be deported.

I've tried so hard to raise this money. More work, more marketing, preorders, asking for a loan, but nothing has worked.

I have until next month to pay it so I can renew my residence.

All I wanted was to do things right. I thought seeking a professional to handle the legal aspects of my business was the right thing to do. I thought I could finally breathe after being treated like a criminal for years in Venezuela, when all I want is to make my silly little figurines in peace.

I need to take care of my babies (cats) and my parents who are still stuck in Venezuela. I only make enough to live + take care of them, and it's become clear that I can't raise this money by work alone.

So please, any help is appreciated. Reblogs, orders, commissions. I'm so incredibly embarrassed to make this post, but I'm desperate. I don't want to be deported. I don't want to be an illegal alien. I don't want to live in constant fear again.

Here's my Ko-fi link, thank you for reading

https://ko-fi.com/marlikesunicorns/goal?g=0

and this is my shop

There's some context needed to understand what happened, so here it goes.

In Spain, you need to pay a monthly fee of €300 in order to run a business. This goes to the Social Security.

The fee is mandatory, but the government realized it was unfair to charge it from the beginning to a business that's only starting. So they established a reduction of €240 for new entrepreneurs, for 1 year. After that, they'd slowly raise it.

They also gave benefits to people living in certain areas, especially small towns. The fee reduction extended for 6 extra months with this, but only applied as long as you continued to live there for 4 years.

I lived in a small town for 1 year. Then I moved to the closest small city.

But this accountant guy asked for this 6 month extension in my name without my consent.

So then the government demanded I pay the whole €240 for each month ever since I started my business. I went through all the legal processes to ask them to review this thing but it was impossible. They ignored everything. It didn't matter that I only received the benefit for the 1 year that I would've been given anyway for being a new entrepreneur. It didn't matter that I would never be able to afford to pay this in the 15 days they gave me.

If that wasn't enough, I got sick with covid twice, and missed 4 months of work in total, months I got 0 income because they also won't ensure me until I pay the thing. So those fees were also added to the debt + late fees that continue to grow.

Summary: Basically he promised the government I'd live in a small town for 4 years, and when I moved before then (because I had no idea he had done this) they demanded I pay back ALL the benefits they had granted me in the past year.

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

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Charlie Magne being very close with her stepparent (reader).

(Note: this was not requested, but I just love the idea of Charlie having a parent figure who loves and supports her no matter what, hope you all enjoy!)

Charlie loved her parents, she did, but sometimes, they didn’t really understand her at times. Whether it be her dreams, her kindness towards others, or just really anything, they just couldn’t understand why she was the way she was. Why she wanted so badly to help people who’s fault it was that they were in Hell in the first place, but you did. You always understood, always. You too shared the same beliefs as Charlie, that everyone deserves a second chance. You were so kind to others. You were like a breath of fresh air in the polluted air of Hell. You worked at the hotel (and you were also very close to the other people in the hotel), many times staying overnight, although you lived in the Royal Palace with Lucifer and Lilith, your wife and husband. On some of those nights, you found yourself comforting Charlie.

“Charlie?”

Charlie shot her head up, she had been staring so intensely at her laptop that she didn’t even hear you come in the small, but cozy office she shared with Vaggie. She found you, leaning against the doorway with a concerned look on your face.

“Oh... hi. W-what are you doing up so late, (Y/N)?” She tried to act dumb, but she knew why you were here and why you weren’t happy.

“Charlie, sweetheart, haven’t we talked about this?”

“Talked about what?” She was still trying to act like she didn’t know what you were talking about.

You raised an eyebrow. “Charlie, you can’t keep doing this. You need your rest.” You moved so that you were standing by her. You brushed a hair out of her face.

She gave up the act, there was no point in pretending. “I know, I know. I just want to find ways for the hotel to be better for the residents. That’s all.” She leaned against you. ‘Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad,’ her inner self begged. You saw her expression turn into one of inner turmoil. You sat down on the couch next to her and wrapped your arms around her. She held onto you like a lifeline. She put her head into the crook of your neck.

“Charlie, no one’s mad at you. Promise. We just worry about you. You tend to sometimes overwork yourself.” You started to rub her back, she let out slow, deep breaths.

“I-I,” she couldn’t speak, everything was overwhelming.

“It’s alright, Charlie. Take your time. Take all the time you need. No rush.” You soothed gently. Charlie started to use that deep breathing technique you taught her.

After a few breaths, she started to feel a bit better. She removed her face from your neck to look you in the eyes. Those eyes that were filled with parental love for her.

She looked down and took a deep breath before speaking. “I-I sometimes... I,” She paused for a moment before continuing her words, “feel like I’m not doing enough, l-like I need to do more and have more to do, but yet, I feel so completely overwhelmed. I’ve been doing this for so long and barely have any progress. I feel like I’m wasting everyone’s time and I can’t help but to feel like I’m a failure. I try so hard and barely have anything to show for it. I’m so tired sometimes, but I don’t want anyone to know because I don’t want to bother anyone. I’m trying to make them feel okay, but how can they be okay when I’m not? When I’m going to them and taking about my problems when I know they have their own?” She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. A breath that felt like it hurt.

“Charlie,” you took her face into your hands and hold her. She looked up at you, eyes filled with uncertainty. “Charlie, honey, how can you think that you haven’t done anything? You’ve done so much. Okay, sure, you haven’t rehabilitated anyone yet, but you’ve given them a home.”

She stared at you confused, “A home?”

“Yes, a home. Charlie, it’s scary out there. Out there, people get killed for something as simply walking on the street. Everyone’s in survival mode, trying not to die or lose everything. But here, they have a place to relax. A place to be able to try to get better and be better without the fear of interference. There are probably even more people who want a better life, but because they were surrounded by such hopelessness, they never thought that possible. But now, it is possible. Right now, there’s a demon wanting to come here and maybe, one day, they will. Because you gave them hope. For a better life, a better them. And we don’t know if they can be rehabilitated enough to go to Heaven, but that’s okay. Because this will be their heaven, a good place away from the bad.”

Charlie smiled, “you’re right. I-I’ve never thought about it like that.” She hugged you tightly.

After a moment, she pulled back, “even if they can’t make it to heaven, we’ll always be here for them.”

“That’s right, we’re like a motel, just a slightly better upgrade,” you said as Charlie gave you an amusing smile, “now, c’mon, we got that cookies and cream ice cream downstairs.”

“Race ya,” Charlie began running.

You ran after her, “hey, no fair, you got a head start! Charlie!” All you could hear was her laughter.

Needless to say, that ice cream was delicious.

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When somebody ate all the ice cream and put the empty container back in the freezer:

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