Everyone here on Tumblr you know that the war in Gaza is over but for me the war is not over because when you see yourself living in a tent that does not protect you from the rain and cold or you see yourself unable to provide food for yourself and your family and you see your memories become a dream and you cannot do anything and you are confused this is the real war your donation makes a difference in my life
@ahmad-ashi needs to care for his very sick mom in Gaza, but donations on his campaigns are very slow. Please help by sharing his campaigns and donating to him if you're able to!
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not immune to hexquad propaganda/lh
redraw i did for ask lol <3
The three kings hanging out perhaps? Just bros being bros
(for doodle request)
It took me so long to get to this, and for that, I am very sorry. I just had to take my time looking into the three kings so I can get a design I am happy with. And Hades was difficult, considering I don't really want to show him or Persephone ever in Desire for Peace, or at least their faces, just like how I don't want to show Ares' face before his kidnapping. My reason behind Hades and Persephone being the fact that they weren't really supposed to be talked about often back in Ancient Greece, which is funny considering how much they are talked about nowadays. It's basically me trying to reel back on it.
Father and son.
Rhys if he stayed with Jack. Asshole FEATURING HANDSOME JACK ART BY MY LOVELY FRIEND @dogfordog GO SAY HI!!
Honestly for the longest time the way a lot of characters talked about bandits bothered me and I wasn't really able to place why until now. Fl4k outright calls them more savage than the beasts on Pandora (despite them Literally Collecting Organs and other things from the people they kill) and even Troy and Tyreen, two characters who ARE technically Pandoran because of their dad and who are head of bandit clans seeing their bandits as less than nothing and cannon fodder. I think the biggest issue with me is the fact that like. Under different circumstances this could've been *you*. You could've been from a heavily exploited place and fighting to survive only to get treated as cannon fodder and disrespected. If Troy and Tyreen grew up on Pandora things could've been very different for them and they could've been treated the exact same as they treat their followers.
YEAH ITS SO. Man. You can really tell that most of the Borderlands writing staff is White and American from how the word 'savage' gets thrown around, but even more so to how the consensus on bandits seems to be that they're hardly even people It's especially upsetting because these were, by all means, already disadvantaged people (Prisoner, lower ranking employees of dahl, etc) who got dumped and forgotten in a dangerous planet and who are just trying to survive while insanity takes its hold (probably from the combined constant stress, heat and how Everything Tries To Kill You all the time). But the part about Troy and Tyreen especially kills me.
Troy and Tyreen willingly abusing their connections to a group of people they KNOW are desperate enough to do anyrhing for protection and familiarity and exploiting them even further. It's so sad to think about for too long like. What if that was you. What if the only reason that Isn't you is because you were depraved of a connection as a child, as a teen and as an adult too. They would've been treated the same as they treat their followers right now, exploited the same way they are right now, and maybe more given they're sirens. Man. I wish we got to see more human sides to Tyreen and Troy, maybe even some genuinely sympathetic moments where they talk abiut Pandora with some fondness, even if it was just as a way to manipulate the cult more, even if their intention of opening the great vault and destroying everything was still on there, because I think it would be so essential to showing WHY they're so appealing to bandits. They have this twisted idea about Pandora and about themselves growing up in it, and maybe they're almost a little sad that they didn't actually get to experience it before, that there was never community for them before that moment. Fuuck
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
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I drew mirror wrong
Time to kill myself
I’m katagawing out
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