I have so many plot bunnies but not enough fully fleshed-out plots. ðŸ˜
Updated: October 24, 2024
@mohammed-swierh: Link
Goal: Mohammad, husband and father of three children, needs money to afford evacuation and housing.
@heba-baker: Link
Goal: Help Heba's family with the high cost of living, and leaving the Gaza Strip. Her father suffers from heart problems and her mother from asthma.
@khlilspes: Link
Goal: Amina lives in Gaza with her three children, and donations will help improve their quality of life.
@ahmed79ss: Link
Goal: Evacuation. Walaa has type 1 diabetes, and no longer has access to insulin.
@maysaayahya85: Link
Goal: Secure an apartment, meet daily needs (food, water, etc.), and treatment for Fouad (physical therapy).
@ahmad-syam-blog: Link
Goal: Ahmed needs to be able to afford basic necessities for his family, including a newborn.
@emanabosedo: Link
Goal: Finding a safe place for Eman's children and securing basic necessities.
@shadowyavenuetaco: Link
Goal: Maher and their family have evacuated to Egypt, and need to be able to afford education, housing, psychological support, and debt repayments.
@akramamran: Link
Goal: Evacuate to Egypt. The cost for evacuation is $5000 per person.
@fatmafamily1991: Link
Goal: Fatma's family has been displaced five times, and they need your financial support to continue living under the difficult conditions of Gaza.
@jehad-aldahdooh: Link
Goal: Jehad requires financial support after being bombed and displaced.
@m0hammedashraf: Link
Goal: Mohammed's family requires medical treatment, but they need money to cover the cost of living abroad and medical treatment.
by Sylvia Plath
It is no moon to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,
The blue water-mists dropping Scrim after scrim like fishnets Though fishermen are sleeping,
The massive castle turrets Doubling themselves in a glass All stillness. Yet these shapes float
Up toward me, troubling the face Of quiet. From the nadir They rise, their limbs ponderous
With richness, hair heavier Than sculptured marble. They sing Of a world more full and clear
Than can be. Sisters, your song Bears a burden too weighty For the whorled ear's listening
Here, in a well-steered country, Under a balanced ruler. Deranging by harmony
Beyond the mundane order, Your voices lay siege. You lodge On the pitched reefs of nightmare,
Promising sure harborage; By day, descant from borders Of hebetude, from the ledge
Also of high windows. Worse Even than your maddening Song, your silence. At the source
Of your ice-hearted calling -- Drunkenness of the great depths. O river, I see drifting
Deep in your flux of silver Those great goddesses of peace. Stone, stone, ferry me down there.
He also likes his long paragraphs!
Man, does Dostoevsky love his ellipses.
Here to report that My Lady Jane is just…the best kind of fanfiction that you could make into a TV show.
It’s a shifter AU, arranged marriage, friends-to-lovers, 100K slow burn, canon major character death fix-it fic but with a big budget and a soundtrack and excellent costumes where everyone committed to the bit.
I do recommend.
people crashing out like gemma’s gonna die if she doesn’t have an escort to walk up the damn stairs
I feel like every time I come on here to post a snippet…it’s for a new WIP. ðŸ˜
current hyperfixation: eloise bridgerton and theo sharpemina | she/her | 21
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