My human Bill in some alternate outfits. :P Also I gave him a braid to manage his hair, cuz I imagine it's basically always getting in his way or being a problem. Why is his hair so long? In-universe-explanation: Bill hasn't actually inhabited his own body in a very long time, so he couldn't exactly cut it, and although he's back in his body, he hasn't bothered to try cutting it. Out-of-universe-explanation: Bill's hair being so long and his neglect at cutting it represents his attachment to his past and his unwillingness to let go or move on. He can't ignore his past, and that continuously gets in his way and causes him problems.
Idk about anyone else but Bill strikes me as the kind of person who will say “cool beans” as a response to pretty much anything, even if it doesn’t even make sense in the context.
Hiiiii. I did a thing.
https://gofund.me
Emergency: Help my family survive and start a new life
Hello everyone, I hope you take a minute to read our story.
We’re a family of 8 members, me, my mother, and I have 4 brothers and two sisters. And their kids
Islam (30) years old
Samer (29)
Hashem (31)
Mohammad (35)
Nisreen (37) ( @nisreensuhail )
Noor (36).
Kids:
Amal (12)
Kenzy (17) ( @kenzish )
Zoheer (19)
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Every day is a struggle for survival, and each night is filled with prayers for a brighter tomorrow. Yet, amidst the darkness, we hold onto hope, seeking solace in the belief that one day, the clouds of war will dissipate, and we will find the peace and stability we so desperately crave. Until then, we endure, clinging to the threads of our resilience, and nurturing dreams of a safer, healthier future for us all.
Our home, once a sanctuary of love and warmth, was destroyed, displacing us into a life of uncertainty and fear. The laughter of my children and my sister's daughters, once the music of our home, is now silenced by the echoes of conflict. They deserve a future where education and happiness are not just dreams but realities.
Our entire neighborhood In Gaza Before and after
we had a supermarket that helped as to live and earn money, but it was bombed and we have nothing now, pic of our supermarket
But our challenges are not just physical; they are emotional and psychological. The loss of my father and the imminent threat to my brother's life weigh heavily on us. My mother, who has endured so much, faces the unimaginable fear of losing another child. For her, for my brother, for my children, and for the future of our family, we seek a new beginning.
We dream of a place far from the sounds of war we want to be safe with my family we dream to move to Egypt to save ourselves
This journey is more than a physical relocation; it is a quest for dignity, for normalcy, for the very essence of what makes life worth living. We seek to restore what conflict has stripped from us: our home, our health, and our hope.
We turn to you, not just as donors, but as fellow humans who understand the power of compassion and community. Your support, in any form, is a beacon of hope in our darkest times. It represents solidarity and a shared belief in the sanctity of life and the right to a safe and peaceful existence.
to escape to Egypt .
for children to pursue education and a life unshaded by conflict, and for us to honor my father's memory in a land of peace.
However, this dream bears a significant cost, one that is beyond our reach. For each of us to make this journey, to cross borders towards a life of safety and dignity, we estimate the need for at least $5,000 per person. This sum covers the complex tapestry of legal, travel, and initial resettlement expenses.
Hazem Shawish
@dlxxv-vetted-donations
(vetted)
@a-shade-of-blue
I tried something new. I pretty much had a completely different drawing process for this which is why it took me so long to finish it. I hate it. Okay, that's harsh. I don't hate the drawing itself, but I absolutely NEVER want to draw something like this again. Maybe.
Greetings beings of flesh, bone, and skin, I have just created a Tumblr account, and from now on you can expect nothing but increasing levels of degeneracy from this moment on.
I think I'm going to like it here.
Hello again, I am Abood from Gaza, I live in war, fear and destruction, we have been living for almost a year and a half now and we do not know how long, we have been displaced from our house more than 11 times
She got married 10 months ago amid the horrors of war. We dreamed of a bright future, but the war destroyed our home and everything we planned. We lost our livelihood after my father’s shops I worked in were destroyed after graduating with accounting. We had to move dozens of times in search of safety, but no safety here, only fear and constant death
Today, my sick wife and I live in a small tent that does not from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, amid insects and pollution that aggravates their health. I dream of surviving, traveling far from this hell, but the cost of leaving exceeds our ability
We wake up every day to the smell of death, tanks and helicopters have surrounded me more than 4 times, and every time I don’t know how to live? It seems that my death has not yet come
I beg you to reach out to save our lives, the only chance we have left is to help you
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I'm here for one reason and one reason only, to get weird!
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