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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

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.

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Can You Hear Me, Mother?

Crowley hit the cold, hard ground with an impact that left a crater in the Earth. The fallen angels around her hit the Earth like meteors, just outside the glorious gates of Eden. Although it was day, the planet stood silent in darkness as dark clouds filled the sky. Slowly, rain began to pour. When a puddle began to form before Crowley's figure, the once ethereal entity looked up and into her reflection. With a horrified gasp, Crowley brought one hand to cover her mouth. Tears threatened to rain from yellow, serpentine eyes. Behind her, she could also see her wings, once white as a dove, had turned black like tar. When she tried to sit up, a sharp pain stopped her. She put her hand to her ribs and felt fire. The golden angelic blood on her hands contrasted sharply with the thick, black blood from Crowley's wound. Crowley looked up at the clouds, letting cool rain hit her face for a moment.

"God! Can you hear me?" Crowley shouted. "Can you fucking hear me?"

Thunder rang out through the darkened sky, and Crowley cried out desperately. The rain began to pour harder, the wind picking up harshly.

"Mother! Can you hear me?!" Crowley screamed. Tears mixed with rain so effortlessly that she wasn't sure she had been crying.

"Mother... I don't understand," she sniffled. "I didn't mean for this to happen. If you could only let me explain. Just let me fucking explain!" Crowley's vocal cords began to burn and tear as the demon uttered a series of anguished cries. She balled her fists and began to strike the ground beneath her.

"Please let me explain..."

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Aziracrow Headcanons

This is me coping until season 3 comes out

Crowley likes to turn into a snake and wrap himself comfortably around Aziraphale's shoulders, arms, and torso. She especially likes to do this when Aziraphale's doing everyday tasks throughout the bookshop, but they're not opposed to doing it while sleeping or cuddling.

Aziraphale calls Crowley many pet names. These include, but are not limited to, darling, dear, dearest, Crow (specifically "my Crow"), and love ("my love" is common too).

Despite having no formal wedding ceremony, the two consistently refer to each other as spouses; they usually alternate between wife and husband, but partner or spouse are common too. They also have a matching set of wedding rings, primarily to show off whenever an unknowing human tries to flirt with them.

I think this is confirmed, but in case it isn't: Aziraphale's favorite color is yellow because of Crowley's eyes. She adores the demon's brightly colored eyes and how they contrast with his usual all-black clothing. After all, he's been staring into them for over 6,000 years.

Aziraphale fell for Crowley first. I like to imagine this happened when they first met, right before the universe was created.

Crowley loves it when Aziraphale's hands are on her hips, especially when Aziraphale pulls him closer by the hips. That snake will melt.

Aziraphale and Crowley each wrote down the date they made their relationship official, and they celebrate with a special dinner at the Ritz (or somewhere in Edinburgh if they feel like switching things up) every year, usually followed by very attentive intimacy.

Aziraphale keeps a diary filled with love letters to Crowley and journal entries detailing their time together. Crowley doesn't know about this, and Aziraphale will probably never tell him. He's very shy, you see.

I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it's so short :(

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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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What's Different? - Sal Fisher x G/N Reader

Tags: Making out, neck kissing, naked cuddling, implied/referenced sex but no smut, fluff, Sal and Reader are adults (Juniors in uni)

Rating: Mature

He's kissing my neck. He's kissing my neck, and his hair smells like shampoo. It's dark and we're both damp from our shower. It's dark and his hair smells like shampoo. I feel high. I feel hot. I feel cold. I feel the best I've ever felt. Because he's kissing my neck. He's kissing my neck, and we're naked. There's one damp towel loosely wrapped around us, but it's hardly noticeable.

Sal and I met our senior year of high school and have since come to attend the same university. He's always been a good friend, and for a while that's all I saw him as. My sophomore year of university rolled around and something changed. I couldn't place the exact moment if I tried, I was too inebriated, but since then I've seen him in a different light. Now we're here, Junior year, and back in his apartment, and he's kissing my neck. He's kissing my neck. After the shower. After having sex. And he's saying something. Oh God, he's saying something!

"What?" I ask hazily, unintentionally pulling myself, and my neck, away.

"Do you want to spend the night?" he repeats, smiling. I'm surprised by his offer, but I nod and smile as soon as it registers. Is he leaning closer? Oh God, I think he is. He looks beautiful up close. Most of his face is red and scarred, and I reach my hand up to hold his face. He feels so soft. He feels like home. Sal closes the distance between us and reaches his arms down to hug my waist. His tongue dances against my lips and I feel like I'm in heaven.

I never expected things to get like this with Sal—not that I didn't want it to—I just didn't think he'd respond to my... flirting? I don't know what I was doing. But it got me this far!

I swiftly re-position myself on his bed, making myself lie down. Sal follows me down, still keeping my lips locked with his. He plants long, thoughtful kisses on my neck and jaw, and my arms reach down to pull him closer.

"I have work tomorrow," he says abruptly, as if just remembering it. I glance at his alarm clock, which reads 10:47 PM. Shit.

"We better get you to sleep then," I say smiling. I peck his lips and lie down when he interlocks our hands. Sal lays down next to me and I turn to face him. His long hair is down, wet, and hanging by his neck and upper chest. He looks gorgeous.

"I'm glad you came over today," he tells me. I barely hear him, I'm mesmerized by the way his mouth moves; I don't usually see him without his prosthetic. When it registers I smile and grip his hand tighter.

"I'm glad I came over too," I tell him. He smiles and his hand wanders from my arm to my shoulder, giving it gentle rubs—a way Sal has come to show affection. I think it's cute.

Suddenly, his expression changes and Sal moves to sit up, feet resting on the floor. He's taking out his prosthetic eye, dropping it in a glass of water by his nightstand when he's done. He lazily rolls back over with his eyes closed. I move closer to him and turn to face the other direction as Sal hugs my torso.

"Goodnight," I hear him mumble, and I return it.

I fall asleep happy and comfortable, despite knowing I might not feel that way when I wake up. It's alright though because Sal will be there. That part is different.

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My Queer Marble Hornets Headcanons

This is mostly going to be Alex, Jay, Brian, and Tim since I'm not as familiar with the other characters. Jessica's at the end but there's not a lot, so I welcome people to add on!

Warning: Tim/Brian/Unnamed OC, Jay/Alex, Amy/Jessica, and mentioned Alex/Amy. Obviously very little of this is canon lol.

Jay Merrick

Jay is canonically gay and I think that just fits. He didn't find out he was gay until their junior year of high school, thanks to a guy whose name he has long forgotten.

Jay is definitely transmasc. I don't think they're entirely male, but not exactly both male and female. He's somewhere in-between male and neutral. I purposefully left their AGAB up to interpretation, I think it could go either way. Transmasc just means identifying with a masc gender that you weren't assigned at birth.

Jay uses he/they pronouns.

The first person outside of Jay's family that they came out to was Alex during their sophomore year of university. Alex is also the only one of his friends aware of Jay's struggle with gender identity, making their bond extra special. Eventually Jessica would also be looped in on that secret.

He thinks about using makeup, but they're too scared to actually buy himself anything in fear of judgement... until Alex bought him an eyeshadow palette.

They actually got pretty good at applying and styling makeup, and he helped Alex out by being the makeup artist (and script supervisor) for Marble Hornets.

Alex Kralie

I can't picture him dating a girl and actually enjoying it. His relationship with labels is difficult, because he struggles to tell the difference between romantic attraction and platonic love, which is mostly why he got with Amy to begin with. They broke up because Alex wouldn't take their relationship past a kiss on the cheek and arm around the shoulder.

When he met Jay his freshman year of uni, that was the first time he felt physically attracted to someone. The weeks to follow were filled with "am I gay" quizzes and articles.

Alex only settled on the gay label for the sake of convenience. He doesn't mind going unlabeled or switching labels around as things change and his relationships grow.

He probably doesn't know this yet, but he's definitely on the asexual spectrum. He feels sexual attraction, but only sometimes. I hc him as either greyace or demiace.

Alex uses he/him pronouns.

Brian Thomas

Brian uses both pansexual and bisexual to describe his sexuality. "Ass is ass, man. I don't care."

His sexuality has never been something he hid, but it also wasn't obvious to his straight peers. He'll casually bring up an ex-boyfriend or first kiss and everyone has their jaw on the floor. Almost everyone. Tim's usually in the corner of the room, smirking at their obliviousness.

Brian uses he/him pronouns, but he won't flip his lid if someone calls him something else. He knows his identity isn't defined by how others choose to perceive him.

He's definitely that friend who's known they were gay since grade school, so he's well educated on queer history and terminology. He even helped Alex and Tim out while they were questioning.

He dated Tim in their early years at uni, but split up after Tim had a mental breakdown and ghosted him for a few months.

Brian is also ambiamorous, which means he's okay with being in a monogamous or polyamorous relationship. This is partly why he wasn't too upset when Tim moved on and started dating a girl from another town. Why try bagging your ex when you can bag him and his new girlfriend, am I right?

Tim Wright

Tim never bothered with sexuality labels until he was finally free of psychosis and constant hospital visits. He was too busy fighting for his life to think and fantasize about love interests.

He was completely convinced he was straight until he and Brian shared a drunken kiss the night after final exams. After that, he and Brian were hooking up in secret, and Tim was having an identity crisis behind the scenes.

Tim and Brian were together for at least a few months before Tim ghosted him. It wasn't his fault, or Brian's. Tim's psychosis had been coming back, causing him to self-isolate out of paranoia. Whenever Brian tried reaching out, Tim replied with radio silence.

After getting better (again) he was too scared to contact Brian, so he forced himself to move on. And he did! He started dating a girl he met while working, and things just kind of took off. And then Brian enters his life again.

His girlfriend, surprisingly, was amused by Brian's flirtatious remarks toward her and Tim, and even teased back. After a long conversation with Tim, they decided to ask Brian out.

Tim still doesn't care for labels, but when asked he'll say he's bisexual and ambiamorous. Also he uses he/him because I forgot to mention that.

Jessica Locke

I believe someone working with Troy on the comics believes Jessica is a lesbian and honestly I love that interpretation. Nothing about her screams "straight" to me.

I truly, truly believe Jessica is trans MTF. She does voice training every morning to get better at sounding feminine, mostly to avoid harassment from her peers.

She's incredibly skilled with makeup, since she's had lots of practice in middle school. She was the one Jay came to when he got his first eyeshadow palette from Alex.

Jessica was there for Amy when she and Alex split. They had a sleep over for three nights in a row, ignoring the fact that they were roommates and already slept in the same building. They switched back and forth between Jessica's room and Amy's, making pillow forts and watching cartoons until all thoughts of Alex were gone. A month later, Amy asked Jessica on a date.

Honestly I think she'd be okay with any variant of she/her, so get creative.

aaaaaaa I hope you enjoyed! I haven't posted any headcanons before so I am nervous lol also fyi I didn't proofread this so oh well

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TW | Self-Harm (briefly)

Ink danced against aging paper as my candle flickered, casting comforting shadows on my chamber wall. I finished writing my last sentence and closed the book. I stood up from my wooden desk and picked it up, placing it on a shelf with hundreds of texts just like it. Hard to find a hobby when you're locked inside a small room.

I returned to my desk and picked up my pen. I glanced at the hourglass by my bedside table and watched it flip, indicating another new year in the mortal realm.

"How many does that make it?" I asked myself as I pulled up my sleeve. I quickly counted the golden stars that occupied my arm and hand. I hummed.

"We finally reached one hundred, Emrys," I whispered to no one. After all, there was no one but myself.

I flipped my pen, pointing the small knife attached to the end at my arm. On a free spot, I carved the shape of a star on my hand. My golden blood dripped from the wound, and I licked it away, setting the pen/knife back on my desk. Satisfied, I stretched my arms and legs, feeling sore from sitting in the same spot for so long.

I leaned over and blew out my candle, no longer finding a need for the shadows it cast. Carefully, I slid into bed and looked at my arm. I raised it above my head and smiled, admiring the golden glowing scars against my midnight skin. If I missed anything from the mortal realm, oh it would be the stars.

I laid my arm across my stomach and closed my eyes, content enough to sleep away the following weeks. As I felt my consciousness slip into slumber, my ears caught a sound from across the room. I halted my breathing and listened again. Then I heard it again, much clearer this time; the frantic jingle-jangle of keys against keys. The sound of my chamber door opening swiftly followed. I sighed to myself.

"Hello, Elysia," I said, keeping my eyes closed.

"Emrys, you don't understand—"

"Does it usually take a hundred years to earn a visit from you, sister?" I sat up and opened my eyes, finally looking at my intruder.

She didn't look much different from the last time I saw her. Her skin was white, and her hair was a glowing golden shade, as were her eyes. She glared down at me and anxiously crossed her arms.

"What? I don't get a hello?" I said, silently grinning in my mind.

"This is urgent! Else I wouldn't have come here," Elysia replied.

My smirk fell, and my eyebrows came together in an almost glare. Suspicion bubbled in my stomach.

"Is it—"

"Yes," she interrupted. "It's Mom and Dad."

Your sister the goddess of light and her chosen heroes have sealed you the god of darkness away. You relax in your eternal exile, when you are brought back years later by your desperate sister. You know exactly what she wants and why she brought you back.

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dear renfield movie using the word “narcissist” for Drac JUST SAY ABUSER JUST SAY ABUSER OH MY GODDDD DONT BRING DIAGNOSES INTO IT HES JUST AN ASSHOLE.