Sudden inexplicable urge to make forsaken character themed drinks
(I despise alcohol and am not even legally allowed to drink it)
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
“I called Spawn a son of a B-Word” // Forsaken Animatic // Roblox
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
The war has returned after 15 months of death and genocide. We have never rested. We are losing people every day, most of them children and women... The bombing is everywhere. Our children are afraid...The sound is frightening.😭
There is no food, no drink, no medicine, the crossing is closed and everything is expensive.
‼️We don't want to die. Please donate and help us so we can buy food and medicine for my mother and save ourselves from death. Just donate. 😭🙏😞🫂‼️
Reasons I have seen webcomic authors publicly cite for cancelling their comic mid-storyline:
Too busy
Lost interest
Increasing age gap between characters and author made it difficult to relate
Did the math and figured out that completing the planned arc with their current update schedule would take 150 years
Ostensible author actually a fictional persona that’s now being retired, and they didn’t want the comic linked to their real identity
Realised that the way they’d written the central relationship wasn’t emotionally genuine (note: this was a hobbit porn comic)
The comic’s readership contained too many lesbians
Converted to a religion that regards all representational art as a form of idolatry
Broke up with the person the protagonist was based on
Outed as not actually Japanese
Imprisoned for manslaughter
Aliens
It's a place where the living reside, but they're dead! They're doomed to die, either quickly through direct targeting or slowly due to the absence of vitality in their city ⚚
Wherever you turn, you find nothing but death, displacement, homelessness, destruction, hunger, thirst, ignorance, disease, and rampant infection.
It's my city! It was fully with life until the butchers passed through it! Since the beginning of the massacres, I've been struggling to save myself and my family, but in these circumstances, your support alone has been and remains a lifeline for us. We still need you. The famine has intensified, and we're struggling to get even an empty loaf of bread. The displacement conditions have become more difficult than ever because we've returned to square one after the truce was violated. I hope you will not leave us alone, spread our voices to the world, please reblog and donate if you can. Thank you
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Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people
I've seen a lot of people hc c00lkidd as either chubby or extremely skinny due to being malnourished
I'd personally hc both!
Pre-forsaken c00lkidd was a bit chubby due to eating a lot of junk food(yes 007n7 did sneak in vegetables in them sometimes but it didn't cancel out all the grease he was consuming)
Post-forsaken c00lkidd is extremely malnourished and skinny(still incredibly strong for a ten year boy but the spectre isn't willing to feed him)
Extra hc: whenever Elliot throws a pizza and a survivor doesn't pick it up. C00lkidd, if in the round, will personally eat the pizza
(I apologize for sending two hcs at the same time and for any grammar/spelling errors)
C00lkidd running after the scraps that survivors don't pick up is so sad to think about. I hope he's okay.
My feed has been completely trampled by CRK of all things.
My screen is plagued with queers./silly