#and i used to be homeless and i used to not have food

[trisockatops]

[Image description: Efe @SassyE tweets: "I think theres too much concern over literacy than the quality of life people are facing rn. Especially young adults. Tf is a book going to do when you're hungry and homeless." HPIC @PinKIYSensei responds: "Literacy is quality of life. it's not just about books. it's about being able to understand a lease, advocate for yourself, navigate systems, and even regulate your emotions to get better outcomes. Ppl think literacy just means reading for fun or school but it's functional, emotional, digital, financial. If you can't read instructions, write a coherent email, or understand warning sign, you're navigating the world w/ a blindfold. Like uggggh. Language gives us OPTIONS. The more language you have access to, the more choices you can make in how you respond to hard situations, whether it's dealing w/ a landlord, resolving a conflict, or applying for aid. I keep talking about emotional regulation, something many lack. That is HEAVILY tied to literacy. Can you articulate your needs? De-escalate a situation? Reframe a setback? That's vocab AND comprehension AND self-awareness AND reading & interpreting what's happening around you. Like yes, we need housing and food, but if someone doesn't have the literacy to complete an application, explain their situation to a caseworker, or process rejection w/o spiraling, that affects their whole life trajectory. Literacy doesn't just help you read a book. Pls!" ravenkings on tumblr posted these screenshots followed by three megaphone emojis. /end ID]

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[sameergaza]

Hello friends, I am Samir Al-Kilani. My family consists of 7 members. Maybe some of you know who I am, but I will explain my story differently this time. I will summarize my life in war from the beginning to this moment in this post. I will not take much of your time, guys, but it is very important.

The war began on 07/10/2023. Let's go back in time a little, just one month before the war.

During this period, my father received his savings, and we got a certain amount of money. My father thought of buying us a new house, instead of our small house that we were living in, and that is what happened. We bought a piece of land and built a beautiful and wonderful house on it, and we bought a lot of furniture and necessary items. We consumed about 80% of our money and we did not regret doing that. On the contrary, we were very happy to get a comfortable and secure house. Then my father thought of establishing a small project.My father established a beautiful small supermarket, that was on 05/10/2023 just two days before the war. And the world started to get more and more beautiful, we got our dream house and got a very beautiful project, and we started to settle down, these days were truly the most beautiful moments of my life.

But in just two days, this devastating war began, then we were displaced from our home and left everything we owned behind us, a day or two, or maybe a week, and the war would end and everything would return to the way it was, but the enemy began with his brutality and began to destroy and burn homes and kill children, women and men, no one could see in front of him,Our home, which we didn't enjoy even for a few months, was destroyed, our beautiful project was burned, not to mention the house was stolen with all its furniture, they deprived us of everything we owned, we lost all of this in a few days, the fatigue of years goes away so suddenly

Then it started to get tighter and tighter on us, missiles, tanks, displacement and starvation policy, imagine that we were eating tree leaves? It was and still is the worst days of my life, there was no place we didn’t go to, it didn’t leave us a chance to stay in our land, we didn’t even sleep at night, imagine, you don’t find anything to eat and you don’t find a place to sleep, you don’t have any money, we became homeless, we don’t know where to go

Then my father decided to go to the south of the Gaza Strip, where he ordered the army to go, as he claimed and claimed that it was a safe area. We went and lived in tents, homeless and hungry, drowned by the rain, burned by the sun. There was nothing to do, no shelter, no food, not to mention displacement and bombing. We were exposed to death at all times. It was hell instead of a safe area. 💔 This period was the worst ever.

I also will never forget the day I was seriously injured. A house that was only about 20 meters away from us was targeted. I was 80% at risk of dying, but I escaped with answers. That situation is still stuck in my mind. I saw death.

After a whole year of killing, displacement and starvation, a truce was reached and we were able to return to our land, which the occupation had forced us to leave. They told us that the war was over. People were extremely happy as if it was a holy holiday. Finally, we would return to our country, and the war was over. It was a temporary joy.

💔 We returned to our country. We did not see a single house in the entire country that was not damaged. The buildings and health facilities were destroyed, and the streets were closed.Is this our country? Are these the places we used to live in? What happened to this country? The scenes were very painful. People started going to their homes, each one to check on his home. There were those who saw their homes destroyed in front of them and started crying, and there were those who did not find any trace of their homes. It was bulldozed. What is this? This was not what we had hoped to return to after a year and a half of displacement.The joy turned into very, very severe sadness. Some lost their families and some lost their homes. We have become truly pitiable.

This is what our house looked like when we first saw it after the war ended.

We never imagined that this would happen. We lost everything and no longer had the money to rebuild it. Despite everything that happened, we built a small tent next to our destroyed house and began to settle down again. 💔 With the hope of reconstruction and starting a new life.

But the occupation began to violate the agreement, closed the crossings, and on a quiet night, the barbaric occupation began to launch very large-scale attacks in all parts of the Gaza Strip, and the war returned again, we left in the middle of the night, on foot, the screams of children, the sound of artillery, this day was worse than the horrors of war over the course of a whole year, what is the next destination, where do we go? There is no place, we remained displaced like this in the streets until morning.

The destroyed houses left us no room to build a tent, you couldn't set foot there because of the crowd, my father saw a man, he had a destroyed house but it was fit to live in, it was dangerous but almost better than a tent, at least it had some walls, my father rented one apartment from him for $500 a month, we rented this apartment hoping that the war would end soon, but it seems that this war will never end, we no longer have the money to pay the monthly rent.We have been working to save some money and collect it to pay the rent, but the crossing is closed and there is no kind of work, no source of income now, not to mention the famine we are living in, the price of a bag of flour is about 400 dollars, there is no kind of food, no money to buy a little of it, we are suffering from hunger, fear and displacement,

Help me guys we really need help badly we have rent costs and need to buy some food we desperately need $900 per month before rent is due please guys you are our only hope thank you so much 🤍

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[nemiepies]

Hi everyone, it’s come to my attention that I have been talked about pretty terribly in a popular server by a handful of people when they thought no one was looking. I am incredibly hurt, disappointed, and confused as to why me and my situation was mocked. When I came out and asked the community for help, I made it clear that I was incredibly embarrassed and anxious about doing so and now my worst fears have come true in the form of a chat leak. I will be sharing the screenshots that were sent to me and addressing what I feel is appropriate.

Hi @gloryride I do believe this is our first interaction as I have no clue who you are. If you didn't want to donate you didn't have to of course but calling me a beggar and implying that I was not working hard to provide for myself before asking for help is extremely uncalled for and strange to say the least.

I wasn't "expecting" anyone to give me money. In fact I didn't expect any help at all and just ended up being pleasantly surprised. I'm glad you were able to quickly find a job when faced with a similar situation but I was not, and not for lack of trying.

@wingdeer @cybervesna Hello! I didn’t offer to take comms because I didn’t have access to my computer/wifi for more than half the time I had the GoFundMe active and even before that due to severe weather conditions in my area. I was doing everything I could have possibly been doing from my end. That was the entire point of me having made the GoFundMe. I WAS out of options and no I was never sitting on my ass waiting for people to give me money. If you had any questions or concerns beyond gossiping about me I would have happily addressed them for no other reason than you cared enough to ask for the sake of transparency :).

@cybervesna some of the things said by you were just mean spirited and misinformed. NO I did not "wish" to be evicted nor am I a "delusion e-girl" begging for money because I'm lazy and didn't want to do anything. What an odd thing to say. I understand that as a non American its hard for you to believe that landlords aren't filled with rainbows and butterflies surely, however, my leasing department refused to work with me at all no and in the end I had to leave. Its as simple as that and not uncommon in the US. If you donated any money please DM a receipt so that I can give it back.

Hi @synth-peach! Its really odd you had more empathy for my cat than for me! Thought I would take the time to let you know that my cat is okay despite you seemingly believing I did nothing to help her or myself and just sat on my ass doing vp. If you donated any money please DM a receipt so that I can give it back.

Hi! @ https://x.com/Heruhhh_v (n4n4.png)

I never had any intentions of asking the community for help whatsoever. The reason why beanie set up the GoFundMe in my name was because I couldn’t bring myself to ask for help. I don’t know what type of issues these women have with beanie or why because I’ve never been a part of cyberpunk drama. I pretty much keep to myself. I have a very small circle in this community that I would call friends and I don’t even talk to them on a day-to-day basis. it feels like I’ve been roped into this as some sort of leverage to go against beanie and again I don’t know the history there but they absolutely did nothing wrong here.

I'm not sure how setting the goal to 4K makes me look bad. I never expected it to reach that amount. It didn’t even get to half so I’m not sure what the issue is. We set it to 4K because neither of us had any dealings with GoFundMe before and didn’t know what to set it to. I needed over 2000 for my rent alone not to mention utilities and food for both me and my cat so 4K seemed appropriate. Again, I didn’t even get close to that amount so I’m not sure why that’s being harped on. I also think its strange that you were trivializing my homelessness and comparing me asking for help to you wanting someone to buy you nitro. Very odd behavior! If you needed any justification for my GoFundMe my dms were open. I don't bite :) My health issues are no secret. It’s not something that I like to talk about publicly because of how private it is, but it’s something that has been prevalent in my life and is documented. I mentioned it briefly in my post when I was asking for help so I’m not sure where the narrative that I didn’t actually need help or was just waiting on a handout came from. And yes my health issues did impact my ability to work and find work.

Hera you are a stranger considering me and you have never had a single conversation and I didnt know you existed until the chat leak, I would’ve preferred you not even have opinions of me in private. It’s enough that you chose not to donate but to sit there and gossip about whether or not I really needed the help when I spent over a week in a homeless shelter is crazy. I'm glad you have the luxury of having an emergency fund tho! I can't relate, clearly, I hope a time where you have to use it never comes. ♥

Hi again @cybervesna I understand you are concerned about the help given to me by my so called friends as you put it. Well let me inform you and whoever else it may concern that my friends were helping me in fact Zwei, Beaniebby, and Peachu are the only reason I'm no longer in a homeless shelter and am back safely with my cat. the below screenshots are proof of this.

I think I have made my point with a fraction of the screenshots I received about all of this lol. I had hoped the next time I came on here it would be to once again thank any and everyone who donated to me instead I feel forced to address the narrative that was built in that server and now my biggest concern is making sure that anyone who donated knows without a doubt that it was to me and no one else.

Yes, it was setup by beaniebby however, they made me a co-organizer and I was able to put my banking information in. I received all of the payments. 0004 is the last 4 digits of MY savings account.

Also, I don’t think I ever gave the impression that I wasn’t doing anything for myself and just sitting around waiting for people to donate money to me. I was actively looking for work. I also made it very clear in my initial Tumblr post when I linked the GoFundMe that I did have some health issues which caused me to lose my previous job and I still hadn’t recovered from them fully.

If there was any questions about what I was doing for myself or my ability to contribute to what I needed to get done for both my cat and me it could have been asked privately. I understand being transparent but there's also a safety concern with what you share online and I didn't want to share too much of my private life because people are weird...point proven lol.

During the peak of donations several people reached out privately for more details and I laid it all bare. The people mentioned in this post could have done the same thing if they cared enough to do so. But they didn't. Mainly because this wasn't about whether or not I needed the money and for what reason but because I was just the hottest topic at the time and they thrive on drama. I am deeply disturbed by what I had to see. To the people who spoke on me and the people who were supposed to be my friends and sat back in silence I hope you all heal. It doesn't matter that these things weren't said to my face. They were still said and in the end showed to me. To anyone else who donated, please rest assured knowing nothing about my situation was faked everything I went through was documented privately and if you feel you are owed more details please show me a receipt of your donation and I can answer any questions you have privately.

[plaguewormart]

Delicious Benitez whump concept because I think you would appreciate it:

Vincent's spent most of his life eating a very simple largely vegetarian diet, because most of the places he's worked there wasn't a lot of money to go around, and there were always better uses for it than buying meat. He usually didn't eat meat except for special occasions.

Then after he moves to the Vatican, due to the sudden and drastic diet shift to but richer foods he becomes quite ill.

Ooooooh I love this!! I kinda changed it a little bit because I wanted to draw out the suffering,,, hope u enjoy!!

Vincent had expected a lot of hardships to come from his role as pope. He had been well aware of the scrutiny of the press that would analyze his every move and word, had been expecting working long hours and spending countless days in meetings with diplomats and members of the Curia. He had known that the papacy would make him unable to ever live a normal life again.

What Vincent hadn’t expected was the constant nausea. During the conclave, when tensions were running high and he often skipped meals in order to pray for guidance or walk alone in the gardens whenever he had a chance, he had felt weak and tired, but in comparison to his normal routine of working from sunrise to sunset, his lack of energy and slight nausea had been nothing to worry about.

During his first weeks as God’s representative on earth, Vincent had assumed the sickness came from the anxiety of suddenly being one of the most famous men alive, suddenly in charge of the entire Roman Catholic Church. Whenever he woke up with an aching stomach or ended up on his knees in front of the toilet, he thought the illness came from the grief of leaving his flock behind.

It wasn’t until a month and a half had passed, that anyone noticed how Vincent seemed somehow skinnier than the already borderline malnourished man that had appeared in the office of the Santa Martha. How the new Holy Father would seemingly have to force himself to swallow the food presented to him by the nuns, as if each bite was torture.

The nuns panicked, thinking that the Pope disliked the food they were cooking, Aldo kept inviting himself over to the Holy Father’s table at meals to watch him eat, and Thomas was fretting over the pope as if he were an overprotective mother.

Vincent never complained. Whenever the nuns would ask him his favorite foods he would, to their great dismay, wave them off with a comment of appreciating every meal they cooked. When Aldo would gently try to pry about his eating habits and weight loss, Vincent would tell him that he would make sure to take better care of himself. When Thomas practically begged Vincent to tell him what was wrong, Vincent would reassure him that it was simply the stress of the papacy getting to him, and that he would surely become better at handling it as time went by.

But time didn’t remove Vincent’s ailments. He would keep going through the days burdened by not only the papacy but also the pain that never seemed to leave him alone. He would pray for guidance and help, for forgiveness - just in case his pain was some kind of punishment. For a while he considered that God was finally striking him down for the sin of being born with a uterus.

Three months into Innocent XIV’s papacy, the pope was invited to share a meal with some of Rome’s homeless population. Vincent had loved the idea, finally getting to interact with and help people in need instead of trying to lecture world leaders on the importance of basic human decency.

The lunch was great. Vincent hadn’t been that happy since before the conclave began. He got to share a table with men, women, and children who told him of their lives and the things they’d experienced. He could comfort the hurting and feed the hungry. He’d even been able to almost ignore the pain that had become his constant companion.

Until, of course, it all went wrong. A short while after finishing the meal, Vincent felt the now all too familiar sensation of nausea, and knowing that there was no way to prevent the inevitable, he quickly excused himself from the table. Yet, this time something felt different. The nausea was accompanied by a strange itching in his throat, and the strange sense that he could not get enough air to enter his lungs.

He only made it a couple of steps away from the table before he realized something was very wrong. It felt as if his throat was closing, and every breath became more difficult than the next. He clawed on his cassock, trying to pull it away from his throat as if it were the white vestment that was suffocating him.

Vincent heard a voice yelling something, and he recognized it as one of the homeless men he had just been dining with, but his mind was fuzzy and he couldn’t understand what was being said. As he felt his body start to give up, his knees folding underneath him and his vision blurring, the last thing he felt was fingers on his neck and hands lifting his legs into the air.

-

Vincent awoke to the sound of beeping and the sterile scent of a hospital. His mouth was dry and instead of his normal white cassock, he had been dressed in a flimsy blue gown. Next to him, on a chair, was Thomas. The man looked exhausted, his skin a pale, almost gray color, and dark bags were present underneath his closed eyes.

Vincent watched silently as Thomas moved from bead to bead on the rosary, his lips twitching in silent prayer. He wondered for a moment whether Thomas had regained his ability to pray, because it didn’t seem as if the man had any issues right now.

When Thomas opened his eyes and saw Vincent looking back at him, he nearly fell off his chair in surprise. “Vincent! You’re awake!” Vincent smiled at the man’s excitement, “I wouldn’t have you hold another conclave so soon.” He joked, only to be met with a stern expression.

“Well you nearly did, Your Holiness.” The title was spoken as if it were an insult. “You didn’t think to mention to anyone that you’ve been feeling sick? We’ve all been trying to get you to open up to us, and you’ve been saying that you’re fine!” Thomas pauses his rant, grabbing Vincent’s hand as the anger seems to drain from his body.

“I’m sorry for yelling, Vincent. But you nearly died. If it weren’t for Mr. Bilal, you would be dead.” This shocked him, he knew something had been wrong for quite some time now, but to have been that close to death? In a situation so much safer than most of his work had ever been?

“What happened?” He asked.

“You had an extreme allergic reaction. Anaphylactic shock, they said. Mr. Bilal used to work as a doctor in Syria, and managed to recognize the symptoms fast enough that the ambulance arrived in time to give you epinephrine.”

Vincent was confused, “allergic reaction?” He asked. “I don’t have any allergies.” Thomas looked at him with raised eyebrows and an expression that showed how stupid he thought the comment was. “Right, sorry, I obviously do… but I didn’t know that!”

Thomas sighed before speaking, his tone that of a tired man trying to explain something to a child. “You wouldn’t have known, for a while. But once you came to the Vatican, it should’ve been quite obvious. And I know that it has been. We’ve all seen you lose weight, leave meetings to throw up or try to skip meals whenever you feel sick, unfortunately we all assumed it was because of the stress… because that’s what you told us.”

Vincent grimaced at the frustration in Thomas’ voice. But calmed when the other man grabbed his hand in his own, gently caressing it with his thumb.

“The doctors believe you have an allergy to…” he pauses to squint his eyes at a paper lying on Vincent’s bedside table. “Galactose-alpha-1,3-galactose protein.” Vincent levels him with a blank look, conveying that he has no idea what Thomas is talking about. “Apparently it means you’re allergic to red meat.”

Vincent once again blinks in confusion. “But I’ve had red meat lots of times?”

“Apparently, you can develop this allergy through a tick bite. You probably got bitten and didn’t even realize it. But God…” Thomas runs a hand over his face. “You must have been feeling so sick, for months!”

Vincent nods shamefully. As he thinks back to the previous months, it all seems so obvious, how he’d suddenly started eating a whole new type of diet, and how he would never leave food on his plate, not wanting the nuns to think he didn’t appreciate their food. How he’d been feeling nauseous constantly and throwing up more often than he’d ever done before. The pain that had become part of him. And the fact that hiding it all could’ve killed him.

After that day, Thomas makes Vincent promise to never ignore medical problems again, and to always tell someone if he was feeling sick. Vincent promises to try to take better care of himself, and to start asking for help when he needs it.

5 months into the papacy of Innocent XIV, one Mr. Bilal receives a letter requesting his expertise as the private doctor for the pope.

[norahjakobs]

Homeless Family Needing Help

So me and my family just had to replace a tire on our van which had gone unexpectedly flat, stranding us for 50 hours approximately. We were already behind on our daily expenses such as food and gas, and now we're in overdraft with cash for only a day or two on us.

We need to try to cover that, online income is our only income and if we can't receive funds there then I have no idea what we'll do.

Anything helps dig us out of this hole, pocket change and/or boosts included! Thank you so much for any help

Kofi here, ask for paypal or e-transfer (Canada only)

0/900CAD

[rainandsugarcane2000]

nah idgaf if youre middle class or whatever hot take if you have enough money left over give it to poor ppl some of u fuckers are saying shit about poor ppl. u just dont understand. im a teenager and ive

been scared ill be homeless since 4yrs old

i ate the same meal everyday of tofu spaghetti and esparagess because its all we could afford

couldnt afford a/c or heat

have skipped months in rent / begged landlords to let us give it in late

have gotten nothing for holidays

donthave any food in the house

have lived with various random roomates my whole life which included drug addicts and alcoholics

cant go shopping. plain and simple. im allowed one shopping trip under 60$ a year.

if we need something its thrifted or we find the absolute cheapest version possible

havent had tv subscriptions

cant afford any health care]

if you have money. anything left over. GIVE FOOD TO DRIVES!! DONATE NEW CLOTHES TO CHARITY SHOPS!!!!! DONATE SANITARY PRODUCTS BABY FORMULA AND DIAPERS TO DRIVES!!!!! DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN!!!! no the middle class is not a victim!!!! you are middle class meaning YOU CAN AFFORD STUFF!!! id give my LIFE to be middle class!!!!! please stop lumping yourself in with poor ppl. YOURE NOT FUCKING POOR PLEASE!!!!!!!! if you own a house, are able to afford kids, have a hot meal on the table, afford gifts at all holidays, you are not poor. you dont get to speak on our experiences or try to say you understand.

[secretpersonapruneeggs]

Hi, I am Ahmed from Palestine, from the northern part of Gaza City. I am 33 years old, married, and a father of two children. I live in the Jabalia refugee camp with my family, which consists of 19 members, in a four-story house.

Since the beginning of the war on Gaza on October 7th, life in northern Gaza has been extremely difficult, lacking basic necessities due to the siege imposed by the Israeli army on the northern part of the Gaza Strip. The occupation has blocked food, medicine, water, electricity, and even communication networks. Thousands of airstrikes have been carried out, and hundreds of massacres have been committed, mostly affecting innocent civilians, the majority of whom are children and women. The infrastructure, thousands of homes, and civilian facilities have been destroyed.

On May 12th, 2024, the Israeli army besieged the Jabalia camp for the second time and ordered us to evacuate, informing us that it was a military operation zone and a dangerous combat area. We were forced to leave our homes in the camp and flee under heavy bombardment and intense gunfire, navigating through the rubble and bodies lying in the streets and on the roads. We became homeless, with no food or water. During this difficult siege, I lost two of my brothers, Abdullah, 30 years old, and Atallah, 26 years old, due to random shelling and airstrikes on the camp.

Why am I collecting donations?

After more than 15 months of war, on January 19th, 2025, the ceasefire came into effect, and we returned to the camp to check on our home. However, we were shocked by the extent of the destruction and devastation in the camp. The homes had turned into piles of rubble, and we could no longer recognize the places or roads due to the scale of the damage. Our house was completely destroyed, leaving us homeless. Now, my family and I live in a small tent that is insufficient for the number of family members. It offers no privacy, no bathroom, no kitchen, and it does not protect us from the summer heat or the winter cold. We are living in an overcrowded environment with displaced people, chaos, piles of garbage, and the spread of diseases, especially among the displaced children.

This war has forced us to live in extremely harsh conditions and an environment that is unfit for human life. We continue to suffer every day from the ongoing war, repeated displacement, lack of resources and essentials, fear, pain, and oppression. Not to mention the hardship of fetching water, standing in long queues for basic needs, and struggling to find food—another challenge added to our suffering in this devastating war that is destroying people, buildings, trees, and animals. All of this has exhausted our bodies and deeply affected our mental well-being.

Therefore, I am reaching out to you through this humanitarian platform to help me support my family, rebuild our destroyed home, and contribute to providing the basic necessities of life so that I can live with my family with dignity and freedom.

• How will these donations be used?

1) An apartment will be rented to temporarily house my family until the reconstruction of the destroyed house is completed, as an alternative to a tent, at a cost of $600 per month for at least two years. (An estimated total cost of $14,000 over the two years.)

2) Purchase the basic tools and equipment necessary to furnish the rented apartment at an estimated cost of $5,000.

3) Purchase clothing and basic necessities for all family members at an estimated cost of $6,000.

4) Remove the rubble of the destroyed house and rebuild it at an estimated cost of $140,000.

5) Purchase the tools and equipment necessary to furnish all apartments in the new house at an estimated cost of $35,000.

• How does your donation and support make a difference?

Your support and donation is a noble humanitarian cause that supports and strengthens our resilience during the war. This contribution, even if it is small, will make a huge difference in my life and the life of my family.

Please help us to live in safety and peace, to start over to achieve our ambitions and dreams, and to create a safe environment for our children that will provide them with a bright future.

THIS IS URGENT, PLEASE!

[chilewithcarnage]

Hi, I am Ahmed from Palestine, from the northern part of Gaza City. I am 33 years old, married, and a father of two children. I live in the Jabalia refugee camp with my family, which consists of 19 members, in a four-story house.

Since the beginning of the war on Gaza on October 7th, life in northern Gaza has been extremely difficult, lacking basic necessities due to the siege imposed by the Israeli army on the northern part of the Gaza Strip. The occupation has blocked food, medicine, water, electricity, and even communication networks. Thousands of airstrikes have been carried out, and hundreds of massacres have been committed, mostly affecting innocent civilians, the majority of whom are children and women. The infrastructure, thousands of homes, and civilian facilities have been destroyed.

On May 12th, 2024, the Israeli army besieged the Jabalia camp for the second time and ordered us to evacuate, informing us that it was a military operation zone and a dangerous combat area. We were forced to leave our homes in the camp and flee under heavy bombardment and intense gunfire, navigating through the rubble and bodies lying in the streets and on the roads. We became homeless, with no food or water. During this difficult siege, I lost two of my brothers, Abdullah, 30 years old, and Atallah, 26 years old, due to random shelling and airstrikes on the camp.

Why am I collecting donations?

After more than 15 months of war, on January 19th, 2025, the ceasefire came into effect, and we returned to the camp to check on our home. However, we were shocked by the extent of the destruction and devastation in the camp. The homes had turned into piles of rubble, and we could no longer recognize the places or roads due to the scale of the damage. Our house was completely destroyed, leaving us homeless. Now, my family and I live in a small tent that is insufficient for the number of family members. It offers no privacy, no bathroom, no kitchen, and it does not protect us from the summer heat or the winter cold. We are living in an overcrowded environment with displaced people, chaos, piles of garbage, and the spread of diseases, especially among the displaced children.

This war has forced us to live in extremely harsh conditions and an environment that is unfit for human life. We continue to suffer every day from the ongoing war, repeated displacement, lack of resources and essentials, fear, pain, and oppression. Not to mention the hardship of fetching water, standing in long queues for basic needs, and struggling to find food—another challenge added to our suffering in this devastating war that is destroying people, buildings, trees, and animals. All of this has exhausted our bodies and deeply affected our mental well-being.

Therefore, I am reaching out to you through this humanitarian platform to help me support my family, rebuild our destroyed home, and contribute to providing the basic necessities of life so that I can live with my family with dignity and freedom.

• How will these donations be used?

1) An apartment will be rented to temporarily house my family until the reconstruction of the destroyed house is completed, as an alternative to a tent, at a cost of $600 per month for at least two years. (An estimated total cost of $14,000 over the two years.)

2) Purchase the basic tools and equipment necessary to furnish the rented apartment at an estimated cost of $5,000.

3) Purchase clothing and basic necessities for all family members at an estimated cost of $6,000.

4) Remove the rubble of the destroyed house and rebuild it at an estimated cost of $140,000.

5) Purchase the tools and equipment necessary to furnish all apartments in the new house at an estimated cost of $35,000.

• How does your donation and support make a difference?

Your support and donation is a noble humanitarian cause that supports and strengthens our resilience during the war. This contribution, even if it is small, will make a huge difference in my life and the life of my family.

Please help us to live in safety and peace, to start over to achieve our ambitions and dreams, and to create a safe environment for our children that will provide them with a bright future.

🙏🏾💖💖💖

[magical-girl-coral]

Kugrash soon after becoming Kugrash watching the Vox Populi on a shift at the hospital

using these anons to ignore the bigger projects in my drafts. NO ONE LOOK AT ME

One day, Kurgrash was going to be a good man. He is gonna help the homeless, look after drunk divorcees who fell into dumpsters and become someone who's actually worthy of having sons.

But today is not that day. Today Kurgash is a bitter, angry, ugly soul man with a vendetta and a desperate need to be human again. So when he heard rumors from the pigeons about a miracle healer at St. Owen's who can cure all, Kurgash said fuck it to the wind and snuck in the hospital not giving a shit about the safely violations a rat like him could bring.

Getting into the ER was uncomfortably easy. All he had to do was jump into one of the lower metal bars on an incoming gurney and he flew right into one of the emergency rooms. The paramedics said some medical bullshit Kurgash couldn't figure out before a black man ushered them all out and closed both the doors and curtains for maximum privacy. There was something about him that made Kurgash's air get on edge. Like he had to bow.

As if New York city was looking down on him.

The black man, who's name tag said Kingston Brown (badass name), checked the patient for something and closed his eyes. He reached for the symbol on his necklace and the air in the room changed. For a split second, Kugrash could hear every person in this patient's life begging him to go on to see the game on Saturday. Next thing he knew, the patient was fully healed, the smell of blood was gone and the room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Kurgash flew from under the bed with a grin. "Holy shit, man! Are you a wizard or something?"

"HOLY SHIT, A TALKING RAT!" Kingston screamed as he looked for something to hit him with.

Fuck, Kugrash should have seen this coming. "Keep it down, man, I can't get kicked out now! Besides, didn't you take a vow and shit? I need help too!"

Kingston was still on edge, but at least he didn't seem to search for a weapon anymore. "You could have just met me outside when my shift was over. Do you have any idea how trouble we'll get into if someone sees you here?"

"All the more reasons to not scream for help," Kugrash said. "Now, it's obvious you have some magicky bullshitty stuff on you. What do you know about curses that turn people into animals?"

Kingston raised a brow, and knelt down to examine Kugrash better. "I know the polymorph spell is a thing but I've never seen anything like this before. Now hold still while I-"

An angry form of black and white lighting came out of Kugrash and nearly hit Kingston in the eye. The room's lights flickered for a second and both men nearly shit themselves.

"What the fuck was that?" Kugrash asked.

"The curse. Whoever cast it on you really hated your ass," Kingston said unhelpfully. "Sorry, my man, but I am not nearly powerful enough to undo something on this magnitude. Who did you piss off on such a level?"

"None of your business," Kugrash hissed.

"C'mon, man, doctor patient confidentiality," Kingston suggested. "I can help you unless I know the full details."

Kugrash stayed stubbornly quiet. If this man knew what he did, he would damn his vows and kill the rat in the middle of ER.

Kingston sighed tiredly and opened his backpack. "Well, if I can't get a diagnosis out of you, I might as well treat you to a new york hotdog. Can in here and try not to make a noise."

Kugrash blinked at him. "You're gonna let me go and treat me to food?"

"Well, I can't just leave you hanging. Besides, you look thinner than a model on a vogue magazine cover." Kingston eyed him wearily. "When was the last time you ate a decent meal?"

Kugrash's stomach decided this was the perfect time to growl. "A while."

"Yeah, I thought so. Now come on, before anyone asks any questions."

Kugrash weighed his options; go back to the dirty stinky sewers full of hobo freaks or take his chances and possibly get murdered by a male nurse in a back alley.

Fuck it. "Lead the way, magic man."

"Not a magic man," Kingston corrected. "A Vox Populi."

[fictionadventurer]

I can't forget that there has to be some poverty involved. If the princess was living in the traditional circumstances, she wouldn't be stressed about stretching her budget to meet noble standards, and she wouldn't think her fiance would feel the need to chip in--she'd just plan to do the expected modest event.

So I'm thinking it's like this. The first king was a commoner, and there's a tradition that the king has to maintain a connection with the common people via his young adult "Get a real job, you bum," experience. After centuries of marrying with nobles, the royal family lives comfortably in a nice house, but they're still expected to live modestly, not at nobility levels of luxury. There's a palace, but these days it's purely the seat of government, not a residence.

The king is not at the top of society--he's the center, both ideologically and economically. He's supposed to be able to work with people from both parties, and be equally at ease with the poorest of the common people and with the richest of the nobility. He's the Peacemaker, the Unifier, the Bridge Between People, approachable by all people from all walks of life. The young adult training reflects this--while the heir to the throne is living and working among the common people, they're also expected to hold events for the nobility, showing that they're equally able to navigate both worlds.

Not long before the story starts, a series of bad financial decisions (and possibly an economic depression) cause the royal family to lose a lot of money, so they can no longer afford to keep up even their modest household. The king is allowed to live at the palace, but it's the equivalent of crashing at the office because you're suddenly homeless. The princess is not allowed to live there, especially since she's at the "live on your own" stage. She has to find her own place to live, which is even more modest than the traditional royal residences, and the job that's traditionally just a chance to connect with the common people is now something that she needs to have in order to afford food. They have really great PR people who are able to help them spin this positively for the public and hide just how dire their financial straits are

Which brings us back to the party. The expected first party for the nobility is traditionally held at a lesser but nice household that the royal children live at during this period. They no longer have that house. The nobles are used to modest royal living standards, but the princess' current situation is way below that. The princess has to figure out how to put on a semi-presentable event in a drastically smaller and shabbier residence on a much smaller budget, or risk humiliating her family in the eyes of the nobility.

The financial differences between the princess and her fiance were always a bit awkward for her, but now that she's genuinely impoverished, it's humiliating. She doesn't want him or anyone else to think she's marrying him for his money, so she does all she can to keep the true extent of her difficulties from him and to keep him from paying for anything.

Cue the story.

What if the royal family is working class? You've got these parties of nobles all caught up in their high-falutin' politics, so part of the king's role is to provide a common perspective and pull these people back down to reality.

Maybe the royal family's not allowed to own land, and while they get some kind of maintenance stipend to stay at a basic level of comfort, and they get a decent salary once they become king/queen (and maybe people they marry can bring money into the family), they're also expected to get jobs as young adults. That would be the stage of life the princess is in--working to support herself as an adult, but also starting to take on royal responsibilities of working with the nobles. It would explain why the nobles aren't fazed by having to attend a royal event in a very modest apartment.

The job is prestigious enough that the noble classes are willing to marry into it and take on that lifestyle, but being among the common people would be an important part of the royal role.

Is it at all believable? I'd need to work out the details, but this feels more intriguing and unique than any of the other explanations I've explored for the princess' status.

[saturnvs]

life update: we found an apartment and managed to get our hands on it, yippee :D

[a-forbidden-detective]

Right now I am uncertain how will AA let Toto react. Normally there will be pain, emptiness and anxiety after he failed to stop a death from happening, but this is RKDD we are talking about, often Toto’s feelings aren’t considered and treated as comedic and non sequitur.

There’s this fantastic book I am rereading, “Long Live the Raven” by Chisato Abe, one of the main characters, a favourite, Yukiya, said something like this. Yuki will suppress his feelings, treats his emotions as hindrance, to do his work.

“Of course, I feel sorry for the girl. But I can't compare the Dedicated and my friends. I don't have such feelings for her as for my comrades. And if these feelings, this pity can also interfere with my judgements, so it's all the better let it die. Even with my pity, I can't help her. To give food to a homeless dog that you're not going to take is just to lose supplies because of it. Such a one-time pity only diminishes your own self-esteem.”

Toto is not like that, will never be like that. For him empathy and compassion are very important in his field of work. That’s his calling. That’s his personality.

So if Ron lies his way out to make Toto’s reaction as real as possible, he’s not different from the other adaptations of Sherlock Holmes. Sir ACD’s SH is a compassionate man, but interpretations of him always get misconstrued due to the way he uses his words. They are clinical and matter of fact and often seen as cruel. But reading between the lines one could see that he’s doing it to catch the culprit. And maybe this is the way AA sees Ron too. To hell with Toto’s anxiety now, I have to win this game.

What I hope for is that if Ron is really determined to stay with Toto forever with his plans of creating a detective agency like his predecessor did he has to understand Toto first. The initial step is communication. So please, AA let Toto know that he is part of the duo and urge Ron to be honest with Toto.

I would love another chapter with Toto alone working out the case while Ron is still in the background trying to figure it out. And only appearing when Toto is totally in a bind. With his injured foot, so many things can happen.

It is funny that AA just fast-tracked the entire arc without explaining the other deaths but that is fine.

On the other hand, if Ron’s compulsion to drive the suspects to end themselves has resurfaced, Toto is still necessary to be at Ron’s side, right? But is that all there is to Toto? It means Toto will suffer a lack of character development bc he’ll be pulled back to his earlier task, that is to check on Ron. It feels like going back to square one.

[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[strohller27]

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