My Blorbo From 2015

“Auf wiedersehen, Sweetheart”

I finished reading this fic a while ago, literally brawling my eyes out and ugly crying on the floor

💬 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.

Chuffed

Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

✨ 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 ♥️

the nyos are on the brain.

Excuse me- The official Sealand page posting about Hetalia in the year 2024 was not on my bingo card 😭😂 we really all are being dragged back to hell !

the veraverse by george deValier

PROUD HETALIAN CERTIFICATE ⭐️

Reblog this post if you are an ACTIVE HETALIA FAN (2024)

I want it.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart By George deValier

Wordcount: 101,093 Rating: M

This is the first of three stories by George deValier that I bound. I used Italian bookcloth and Florentine papers for the end papers because it's set in Italy and it's the little things that matter.

As I was reading I realized, I wanted to have some very specific art added into this story. As I am not any good at drawing I looked into ways to edit photos and turn them into the art I was looking for. And I have to say I am pretty pleased with the results in this and the other two books.

Fonts used: Title Page: Deutsch Gothic & Gotische Missalshrift Chapter Headings: Deutsch Gothic Body Text Font: Crimson Text

I made three copies of this story one for each of the folks that wanted it and one for me! This is the first time I have made a set of the books for me to keep! But,I fell in love with the story as I typeset it and so I had to make one for myself, as well.

Thank you so much to @serinabloom-cosplay for sharing this picture with me. What a joy to get to see one of my books in use! Thriving in it's natural habitat!

I will post the other two soon. Time is tricky this close to the convention. But here is a preview of them all together!

We'll Meet Again's post and Besame Mucho.

Tschuss!

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