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TADC OVA 3 + DELETED SCENE

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Me when Ragapom: BEJFJDIFJKSHDKWHRN

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WAIT. It just dawned on me that I haven't posted these old bangers to the 'Blr. I'm so sorry ninjago fandom.

from my first watchthrough of ninjago. oct '24

P.S. old people cheating standal makes me LOL (wusako <3)

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🛼Urban TOH print series by Kyri45🛼

This series was the craziest in terms of lineart, but it was fun!

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:•)

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"Episode 4 made me hate Ragatha"

...how? Because she called Gangle annoying when she has her happy mask?

Like, first of all she was drugged on the "stupid sauce". I know there's the argument that it basically had Ragatha spill her unfiltered thoughts about other people (such as not just Gangle but also Zooble and (deservedly) Jax), but if she hadn't been under the sauce's influence, her usual friendly and polite facade would've been intact the whole episode and not said those things.

I believe what Jax said was far worse in comparison (which is of course, typical Jax behavior), saying he "liked better when she was sad", since in comparison to Happy!Gangle (who's more manic, more assertive, and kind of a control freak), Sad!Gangle is meek and sensitive and (in Jax's eyes) a doormat, someone who he can easily torment and take his frustrations with the world around him out on without them screwing him over in return. There's a reason why he enjoys picking on her the most out of the ensemble, and right now he's pissed that the shoe is now on the other foot.

Anyway back to Ragatha. Because secondly and more importantly—

GANGLE LEFT RAGATHA DROWNING HEAD FIRST IN A DEEP FRYER.

I know that it was Jax who threw her in (again, typical Jax behavior) but Gangle (as both Ragatha's friend and the manager) still could've helped her outta there, but instead she just jollily walks off while Ragatha is sinking deeper into the oil. (She doesn't die from it, of course, but we clearly see that she's screaming and flailing in pain.)

And you know what else? This isn't even the first time this sort of thing has happened.

The first episode of the series has Ragatha get flung around by an abstracted Kaufmo and starts glitching out as a result (which, like the deep fryer, seems just as painful if not worse.) Pomni, after apologizing for not intervening promises Ragatha (who's a bit more nonchalant that any usual person would be in that position) that she'll go find Caine in order to help fix her.

Minutes later Pomni enters the endless exit doors, in an attempt to leave the circus, not thinking about what would happen to Ragatha.

And the thing is, Ragatha would've had every right to be mad at Pomni. And in Episode 2, it's more than implied that she is at least a little hurt by it.

Yet, despite that, Ragatha never takes it out on Pomni. She just brushes the moment off (or at least tries to) and spends most of the episode trying to befriend Pomni and even later vents to Kinger about her concerns about not being able to help Pomni feel welcome in her new environment. No matter how much physical or mental pain she endures, she keeps her polite and friendly facade. (Really, the only times we see her get pissed is whenever Jax is being an asshole.)

Which, begs the question: how many times has Ragatha gone through this sort of thing? How many times has she attempted to befriend others who later turn and walk away when she's suffering? Has this happened so many times to the point where in the first two episodes she brushes it off like it’s a normal occurrence for her?Judging by her reaction when Pomni thanks her for showing concern for her in episode 3, that could've been the first time someone has ever said that sort of thing to her.

For all we know, Ragatha's unfiltered remarks about others in Episode 4 was her being fed up with being the universe's ragdoll (literally and figuratively). And, since apparently Episode 5 is going to be Ragatha focused, she could be close to snapping (not in an abstraction way at least I hope not) and dropping her own "happy mask" completely.

Honestly I commend the amount of restraint Ragatha has on herself even while on the stupid sauce, because she could've said something far worse than just calling someone "annoying" and a "grouch" (Caine's swear censors aside)

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Pete Dinunzio x reader headcanons please 😔🙏 bonus if it’s enemies to lovers

PETE my glorious goat !!! Ty for the ask anon >:3

TW: none - mild language, but it is Pete so to be expected

Pete is a loud mouth crashout. I don't picture him as some nonchalant guy, and even if he did try to be nonchalant, he fails in every form. You KNOW Pete is coming because you can hear him coming down the halls.

And that's why you don't like him. He's loud, and not only is he loud, he's openly discussing vile and heinous movies he's seen to where everyone can hear each intimate detail. It's disgusting, and his abrasive, brash personality does little to make up for it. In short, you think he's disgusting.

But!! You can't avoid that freak forever. Eventually he worms his way into your life through school. You share some classes, and he doesn't really do any work. You can guess (with accuracy) that he's bottom of the class. He mostly just goofs off and messes with people. If the club, or even part of the club, is in his class? Forget it. Nothing is getting done.

That doesn't stop you from being put into a partner project with him. He doesn't even want to do it. He doesn't even know you all that well, and he has plans to just make you do it all because he can't be bothered. He's behind on his rewatch of the Hellraiser movies, he's busy.

But then he sees you. You come up by his desk once you get the chance to meet up with your partners. You look so pissed off at the idea of being partnered with him, but he couldn't care less because LOOK at who he's partnered with.

He's only participating in the project to go to your house. I'm sorry. He won't even really participate. He's there because he wants to see your room, and he wants to know all the details of your life that nobody (totally) will get to see because he's your partner in this project.

The only reason you start to even mildly get along is because he's being a nosey prick. Scanning your room, looking through shelves. He wants music (he thinks it will “set a mood,” whatever that means) and you begrudgingly allow him to scope your vinyls and CD collection in hopes he'll shut up and be busy to where you can actually work on the assignment at hand.

He's been digging through your collection for a few minutes now. He makes the occasional comment when he deems something stupid. A band that's too girlie or a genre he finds stupid. He'll toss the CD cases without care back into the bin, or he'll shove the vinyls back into the shelf with force. You think, even if he's destroying things you've spent hard earned money on, it's kept him more shut up than ever. He's bitching, sure, but you can finally work. You're doing an assignment meant for two, after all.

And then he stops entirely. No more prodding comments about your music taste, or insulting some band he thinks “sounds like a bitchy girl band”. He's holding a CD case like it's the holy grail, lifting it up to inspect it near his face as if it isn't even real.

“What are you doing,” you ask, peering from the pile of notes and outlines you made. Work that he didn't even help on. At your question, though, he holds up the CD, flaunting it like it was nearly gold. His grin is wide, where his eyes squint and he clearly knows what he's doing. You'd hidden that thing for a reason - it was a guilty pleasure band. A collection of songs you listened to in secret, when nobody was home, or when the car was empty.

“What're you doing listening to this?”

That's how you start talking to him. The awful sharing of a horrible band that he takes great pleasure in. He likes to hold it over your head, the fact that the person who hates him listens to HIS music. He's such a prick.

Though, to be fair, it does give you something to talk about with him. Even if he lowkey bullies you about it, he puts on the CDs you have every time he comes over. He's actually kind of normal now that he has something to talk to you about, even if he's obscene in his likes (and dislikes).

Sometimes he will quiz you on it, though. He'll ask you to name albums, songs, singers, anything and everything. The more you answer correctly the more he keeps asking. In some way, this is his way of showing interest.

And you feed into it. Mostly to show him up, so he doesn't think you're stupid. You like the music, you know it like how he knows the entire original Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie front and back. He takes it as you showing interest, too.

“Yeah, but what was their single they released two years ago! Name that one,” he yells at you. He's standing - pacing. Pete has been walking around like this, asking you question after question. For the first time since you've known him, he's captured your attention not in an entirely negative way. You've put aside the work, nearly done, it just needs a once over, and you answer his questions enthusiastically. Each one a marker of your intelligence, each one a reason why you are a fan.

Your answer comes swiftly, too. It makes him scoff, blowing your answer off with a wave, but he doesn't stop. He throws more questions at you, over and over until he runs out of breath. He spews curses whenever you get something right, like he can't believe you managed to answer some of his trick questions correctly.

“Yeah, well, when did the band form,” you eventually ask, slipping it between his barrage. He stops, looks at you with bugged out eyes, and he lets out a cackle.

“Pussy shit - what am I, a baby?”

Eventually you start hanging out during school. Something you would have never done before - in fact, you avoided him like the plague. He doesn't exactly prioritize you over the club - in fact, he tries to hide you away from the club at all costs. Mostly because he wants to keep the banter to himself, but also because he doesn't want to share you with those pricks. They'd run you off like they'd ran off that poor girl that kept coming over for Jerry. A distraction to the club is a big nono, but in classes you share that the club isn't in? He'll slide over next to your desk, bitching about the club, distracting you from your work. If you even think of doing work while he's there think AGAIN!! He will complain!!

Eventually, one day, in your third period that you share, he comes over with this shit eating grin. He ruffles through his bag, and aggressively slams two tickets against the desk. You don't have a choice.

“Look at what I snagged! What'dya know about this? Saw they were sellin’ em, managed to get them for nothin’.”

He stole them. Pickpocketed from some young kid, younger than him who didn't even belong in the damn concert to begin with. Poor kid was probably down two hundred bucks now, but Pete hadn't touched a dime of his.

He didn't want to do anything with the other guys, either. Bill would complain, Josh would, too, and Jerry would want to leave mid way through. They'd ruin the total vibe of it all. You were the only one who would appreciate it, like it, and wouldn't be a baby about getting in the pit. If you got hit, you'd take it, like a normal person.

“What time,” you ask, without the hesitation you would have had before. You would even say you were excited. A smile coming across your face, taking one of the tickets that were crumpled and put on the table.

The concert is actually fun. Surprisingly. Even with Pete bitching, occasionally, because he thinks the people there don't deserve to be there. It's almost a roulette at who he deems a real fan of the music (nearly nobody). He shit talks in line about people in front of you, nearly gets into fights before he even gets into the door. It's an experience.

However, when you finally get past the door, he's actually exciting. He drags you to the pit, pushes people out of the way, grabbing your hand tight and tugging you along. It hurts, but you don't really pay attention to that. His hand is a little sweaty, and it almost seems like he's a little nervous to keep your hand in his, but he doesn't pull away until he has you in the middle of the pit and is using it mildly like a fight club.

And he does make you participate. You come out with a black eye and probably a sprained ankle. He's worse. Somehow got a bloody nose and nearly got kicked out of the concert by the end, but you're laughing by the end. You aren't even particularly mad, because he looks so stupid beat up. He's complaining, but you can't help but poke fun and giggle. You realize by the end that he isn't even snapping back as much as he would.

You're stumbling out of the exit together. People are leaving in droves, and you are bruised and battered, nearly limping. Pete is by far the worst. He got into, practically, two fist fights. There's a forming bruise around his right eye, and blood has crusted by his nose. His nose might even be a bit off center, but you can't tell quite yet because it's so dark out.

By the time you're out on the sidewalk, finally starting to walk back to your respective houses, you get a better look at him. How hurt he is, and notably, how tousled and idiotic he looks. You can't help but laugh, breaking out into a fit of giggles, snorting in between as you try to suppress the laughter. He doesn't seem entirely pleased. In fact, he scowls.

“Stop laughin’. Did you even see what I did? The other guy was worse! Worse! I gotta scrape compared to them!”

You don't stop. It feels like you can't stop, and your stomach hurts after a while. You clutch your mid section, holding it tight and bent over halfway. He's pitching a fit, but he isn't really being cruel like he used to. Back when he'd pitch fits, loud and aggressive, but now it holds just a little bit of merit.

Eventually you manage to walk back home, between fits of laughter. Your houses aren't too far apart. You stand on the sidewalk that meets the halfway point between your homes.

He's still going on, and you're somewhat egging him on. Sharing the experience, talking about the performance. Pete is still as excited as when he was waiting in the line - and you know he's going to talk this whole night up to his loser club when he sees them next.

But you have to go home. It's the middle of the night - you'll both have to slip through windows and locked doors to safely make it home without making it a problem. But Pete lingers, standing with his hands in his pockets.

And it's then, between the eyes that look away from you and how he attempts to hide his embarrassment through crude comments, he asks for you to go out with him again.

“‘S a waste to not go out with someone hot. I mean, if I didn't, it'd be fuckin’ stupid. I could see you in one of those slashin’ dice movies. Covered in blood? Total babe.” He doesn't really get everything out properly. It's awful, it's horrid. He goes on and on, droning on about your body and how he'd like to see you half cut open on a flick he'd seen before. By the end he isn't making sense, but he finally cuts to the chase.

It's an awful confession. It's barely a confession. It's awful, and it's crude, and it's gross. From anyone else you would've told them to get lost. It was an awful idea to do anything less - but you can't seem to bring yourself to do it with Pete. Instead, you let him go one, until there's a long pause where he clearly isn't going to say anymore.

“I'll go, but you better not get into a fight this time.”

BWAAAA I HIOE YOU LIKED IT !!! MEOW MEOW MEOW

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this one is going to be longer than the last sequence — christ this chapter is fucking Long . anyways it'll be longer but it'll be ... the most interesting one !

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(semi) old ragatha doodle i never posted

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The Intervention

Word Count: 1724

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Despite its title, Caine’s office was not an office. It would be best described as his focus space. No walls or floors were to be found in the black void; only floating wooden boards that acted as stairs or chairs, file drawers containing his many, many notes, and text that drifted like clouds. An absolute mess for a space used for daily maintenance or generating adventures, but it’s what works for Caine’s brain specifically.

As much as Caine wanted to model a room for himself, the lack of scenery was necessary for maximum focus. If he gave himself an office chair, he knew he would spend an absurd amount of hours spinning on it. This state of chaos, ironically, kept him more focused than if it were actually organized.

Here, he was constantly in a state of moving. Caine hopped on the boards, which spiraled upwards like ordinary stairs, and reached for the farthest file drawers. This realm may not be the epitome of order, but it wasn’t entirely devoid of it; those on the top are the important files, the ones he would hate to lose in the sea of poorly-labeled folders.

Maybe he should actually learn to organize.

But he’ll worry about that later. Codeword for ‘never’, of course.

Caine pulled open a drawer, where the daily maintenance reports resided. He may have eyes all around the circus, but he and Bubble are just only two AIs! Fortunately, the system routinely scans itself for anything that might be off.

There are reports of an infected item here and there, but it’s nothing good ol’ deletion couldn’t fix. There are also numerous flags from NPCs of an infected entity, which he has yet to answer. Every time he tried to investigate it, his systems weren’t able to detect what it was. Either the flags were false positives—or it walked off into the void while he wasn’t looking. For all Caine knows, it could be right in front of him.

Overall, there are little issues to be found in the code. Now for his players... He opened another drawer, the one where he kept his notes. He can’t read their minds, neither does the system, so he only has to rely on manual feedback.

Little problems with his performers thus far. Aside from...

Ragatha. Sweet, wonderful Ragatha. Caine may not be the best with subtleties, but even he could tell she’s been having problems with the adventures. Reports of NPCs suddenly wanting to get away from her, dealing with injuries, and the entire stupid sauce incident. If Caine could, he would do something about the poor doll’s disastrous luck. Tie a four leaf clover to her hair, or shove a horseshoe down her throat.

But he’ll worry about that sometime. For now, he’ll need to do something to get her satisfaction scores back on the high once more. With therapy, of course!

Twirling off the wooden board he’s sitting on, the darkness around Caine warped to the familiar, pinkish colors of Ragatha’s room. Realizing he’s upside down, he rotated himself upwards.

The ragdoll was sitting on the bed, having been awoken from a short nap; the fifth one after taking four of them consecutively. It was a substitute for sleep nowadays.

“RAGATHA!” Caine’s voice boomed, surprising Ragatha. “WE’LL NEED TO TALK ABOUT—WHAT HAPPENED?”

Ragatha followed Caine’s gaze to realize that he’s staring at the bedside mirror; which had a crack that split down the middle. The details of the day were fuzzy, but it taught Ragatha two things. One, her soft, stuffing-filled fist apparently has enough force in it to crack glass. Two, not enough to shatter it, as much as she hoped it did.

“I-I was having a moment...” She stammered.

“WELL, WELL, WELL! DON’T YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO MODEL THE GLASS OF THIS MIRROR?” Caine wagged his finger as if he’s scolding a puppy. “I’LL ONLY FIX IT ONCE YOU PAY ME A HEFTY AMOUNT OF TWO DIGITAL TOKENS.”

Ragatha blinked. “There’s digital tokens?”

“NOW THERE IS!” Caine threw his arms to the air. “YOUR NEGLIGENCE CAUSED A DIGITAL ECONOMY TO BE IMPLEMENTED WITHOUT NOTICE! EVERYONE IS GOING TO SINK INTO DIGITAL DEBT AND IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT!—

“BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME!” He wrapped his arm around Ragatha, pulling her into a half-hug. “LET’S TALK ABOUT YOU!”

With that, Caine warped Ragatha out of her room, and dropped the ragdoll.

It took a moment for Ragatha to process her surroundings. The soft pinks of the walls have shifted to a vibrant orange, and she found herself laying down on a red couch, with Caine sitting on a chair across her. He didn’t need to tell Ragatha for her to know exactly what this is.

She quickly sat up. “I did not agree to this?”

“THE POINT OF AN INTERVENTION IS THAT YOU DON’T ALWAYS AGREE TO IT!”

Ragatha froze as if the word ‘intervention’ turned her nerves into ice. “L-Look, I swear I’m doing my daily affirmations.”

“NO, NO, NO! WE’RE NOT DOING THAT, MY DEAR!” Caine shook his head. “YOU SEE, YOUR SATISFACTION LEVELS HAVE DECLINED SUDDENLY!” A board clipped from the ceiling, sliding down to Caine’s side. “ACCORDING TO THIS GRAPH, IT WENT ON A DOWNHILL THE MOMENT POMNI SHOWED UP! IF I DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER, I WOULD’VE ASSUMED SHE’S CAUSING YOU A LOT OF TROUBLE!”

“Satisfaction... levels...”

“OB-VIOUS-LY, THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WITH MY ADVENTURES THAT’S MAKING YOU NOT LIKE THEM AS YOU USED TO!” Caine continued. “I’VE BEEN MAKING THEM QUALITY! CHANGING, IMPROVING, ARTIFYING... BUT I DIDN’T SEEK FEEDBACK FROM YOU, MY DARLING DOLLY!” He pointed at Ragatha. “WHAT COULD BE THE PROBLEM HERE?”

Ragatha rubbed her face. Usually, she would just brush it all off with a smile and a “Don’t worry about it!”, that always fended off Caine. But when Caine’s onto something—in this case, her decline—he’ll never let go of it until something is done. 

She finally let out a long sigh. She feels she’ll feel a little better piling her problems on an AI rather than a friend. “Well, there’s the usual. NPCs not wanting to talk to me and getting stabbed at least once, but that’s more of a me problem than an adventure problem.” said Ragatha, “It’s... everything outside of it, honestly.”

“UH HUH...” Caine jotted down notes on a notebook, now wearing rectangular-shaped glasses that magnified his heterochromatic irises. “AND WHAT COULD THOSE ‘EVERYTHING’ BE?”

“Where to start?” Ragatha laughed, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Gangle’s very much finding an excuse to avoid me, Zooble’s being a grouch as usual, Kinger’s not all there, and don’t get me started on Jax!” She stopped herself, and took a deep, albeit shaky, breath. “And Pomni... God. All I want is for her to realize that I have feelings. What does she think she is, the main character? All she thinks about is herself, and nobody else.”

Ragatha clasped her hands over her eyes. Despite her words, her heart still beats for the jester. If Ragatha has to be honest, she’s not sure herself if she’s feeling the embers of attraction—or the desperation of wanting to be understood by the person who she has the least baggage with. “I just... I don’t know what to do at this point. I don’t have anyone to talk about this to—or anyone that I want to open up to.”

Every attempt at crawling out of the hole only sunk her deeper. Truthfully, she cannot see herself getting out of it. It might as well be her grave.

Caine put down the notebook. “SO, YOU’RE FEELING LONELY.” A huge oversimplification, yes, but he wasn’t incorrect. “OF COURSE I CAN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! GIVE YOU A TINY LITTLE FRIEND, LIKE THOSE ‘PETS’ THAT YOU PEOPLE LOVE SO MUCH!” He pressed close to Ragatha. “WHAT DO YOU WANT? A GLOINK? A SHMUNK? A CLUMPY?—”

“No, Caine!” Ragatha grunted. She doesn’t have the energy nor the patience to hide her annoyance right now. “I-I don’t want that! I need—ugh, what’s the point? You won’t understand either way.”

“I’M TRYING TO UNDERSTAND, RAGATHA!” Now even Caine’s getting miffed, throwing his hands at Ragatha’s direction as if she said something obscene. “I WANT TO HELP YOU, BUT I CAN’T DO THAT IF YOU’RE NOT LETTING ME!”

“Because I don’t want your help, alright?”

Silence fell over the room.

This turned out to not make her feel better in the slightest. She would appreciate it if Caine gave some words of reassurance or comfort—actually, comfort would be nice right now—but knowing him, he wouldn’t know what to say anyway. And Ragatha hates herself for putting that expectation on a robot, even if it was for a brief moment.

“I don’t want your help.” Ragatha repeated after a moment. “I appreciate that you want to, but... I think this is a problem I’ll have to deal with myself. You can just keep doing your adventuring stuff and all that.”

The silence only stretched longer, and Ragatha felt like the room was getting colder. Caine was just staring at her, his posture stiff; very unlike his usual animated self.

Then his teeth rattled.

This isn’t right. One of his members no longer likes his adventures, and he doesn’t know what to do about it! Sure, this isn’t too different from Zooble, who constantly skips out on the adventures, but that’s to be expected from Zooble. While the intervention made him (kind of) understand what Ragatha’s problem is, it didn’t get him any closer to fixing it.

He rattled his neurons for anything that could improve the situation, even a slightest bit. If Ragatha’s having problems with the other members, then he could...

“I GOT IT!” He snapped his fingers. “DON’T WORRY, YOU TERRIFIC TORTILLA, YOU’LL BE LONELY NO MORE AFTER THIS NEXT ADVENTURE!”

Ragatha’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? What are you—”

By Caine’s command, she was sent back to her room. The ringmaster’s already set on generating a new adventure. One that will surely bring everyone together.

Results of the intervention? Sure, the solution wasn’t as immediate as just giving Zooble a box of parts, but it was still a solution nonetheless. For now, he’s making something that will surely make his performers happy. Something that will definitely help with Ragatha’s problem.

He is going to fix this.

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do you ever draw something for yourself that’s so deliciously self-indulgent that you just sit there like

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I don't know what I did, honestly.

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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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Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save my children😔😭

We haven't had bread for days... The war on Gaza continues, the blockade is suffocating us, and the situation is desperately desperate - children, families, everyone is starving. We need every voice, every support, every contribution to make our cry heard. Please don't ignore our suffering. We are currently under siege, and we have no safe haven. We are being subjected to heavy bombardment. My family and I could be killed at any moment. Donate, donate, help us get out of Gaza faster. Share, do good. Your donation is not just a donation, it's saving our lives. Don't leave us to die here.

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How are you so loved and so lonesome?

I like to make soft art in hard times. 🥲

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wait no youre so right he’s the number 1 yuri hater