Sick Sad World

6. BLUNT FORCE

Railway bridge in Perrigny, Franche-Comté region of France

Now fandom losers use it as a pejorative for people who don't share the opinion that fiction exists in a vacuum completely seperate from real life and pretend it's actually about censorship & puritanism (which a wide majority of people described as "antis" don't actually call for but you know). Like its weird that "fandom Olds don't teach fandom newcomers about etiquette" is right next to the option about "antis" when being "anti" anything in general in its original context was a pretty normal thing in fandom like in the early mid 2000s. Being "anti" ships for racism/pedophilia/homophobia/etc earns you a "uptight pro-censorship puritan" label when back then that would've been understood as just, a regular occurring option. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not saying fandom was once amazing & beautiful & puppies & rainbows because that's not true. There's always been bigotry of some kind (thus why I think its stupid there's no option for that here) looming over fandom, but haterism was also an accepted part of it that now fandom ppl kind of think you're just a big meanie if you dislike any part of fandom or the media for any reason.

A new morning begins, but we still do not know what restful sleep feels like.

The heat inside the tents is unbearable, and the insects never leave us alone. Imagine going to sleep exhausted after a long day, hoping for some rest, only to wake up suddenly because strange insects are crawling on your body, causing itching and skin irritation.

We spend the night awake, waiting for sunrise, because the night brings us nothing but more insects, discomfort, and suffering.

These are just some of the small details of displacement life that we endure every day, where even a simple night's sleep has become a difficult dream. 💔🇵🇸

I need a small help please 🙏

My children are suffering from hunger because of the war 💔 I lost my home at the beginning of the war three years ago, and I have been without work since then. There are no jobs anymore because of the destruction.

I am now living in a worn-out cloth tent that does not protect us from anything—we live inside it as if it were hell because of the intense heat of the sun.

My children suffer from hunger every day, and I am unable to provide food for them 😔

Please, my friend, help me even with a very small amount so that my four children do not suffer from malnutrition 🥖🍼

I beg you to help us 🙏 I know you may ignore me or block me, but my children are dying from hunger 😭

Please help if you can, and I’m sorry if I bothered you 🤍

Donation link in bio 🔗

My children are not asking for much—only the chance to live with dignity like other children. But without any income or source of livelihood, even the simplest necessities have become out of reach. Each day brings new worries and the painful feeling of being unable to meet their basic needs.

I humbly appeal to kind-hearted people for support. Any contribution, no matter how small, can help ease my children's suffering and give them the hope and security they have been deprived of for so long.

Please help my children access food, clothing, and a chance for a more dignified life. 🙏💔🙏🙏💔💔🇵🇸😭😭🍉

Been making blog posts about the joys (tribulations) of making "artist merch" at home 😅

Part one

Yes, food has entered the Strip…

but not as aid — it’s being sold to us at high prices.

Prices have dropped slightly, but they’re still far from normal. The same goes for money transfer fees — lower, yet still too high.

The army hasn’t withdrawn from most areas of Gaza.

Entire cities like Rafah haven’t seen the army move back even a single meter

Anyone who approaches Rafah or the so-called “yellow line” is targeted immediately — that line marks the areas under full occupation control.

Tens of thousands of missing people are still trapped under the rubble of their homes, waiting to be pulled out and buried with dignity.

No country or organization is helping. Civilians dig with their bare hands 💔

Thousands of detainees from Gaza remain in occupation prisons, including doctors like Dr. Hossam Abu Safieh, with no sign of release.

The bombing has never stopped — not for a single day

Every day there are airstrikes, shootings, and martyrs… while the world stays silent and hypocritical.

We still live in tents, worn and fragile, as winter approaches.

The rain and wind will soon bring another disaster.

Gas hasn’t entered Gaza; we only hear about it in the news.

We cook over open fires, and even firewood is expensive.

Meat, chicken, and vegetables are available in the markets,

but only for those who can afford them — a kilo of chicken costs around 50 USD!

Most medicines are gone from hospitals and pharmacies.

Those who find a painkiller are considered lucky.

Water is another daily struggle — we travel long distances to buy 20 liters for 10 shekels.

Since the ceasefire was announced, the world seems to think the war has ended.

Aid has slowed, attention has faded, and many have forgotten us.

But the truth is… nothing has changed.

We are still here, still suffering, still waiting for your voices, your prayers, your solidarity.

I had the incredible privilege to design this year’s Pride Shirt from Critical Role! It features our beloved Blue Boi Dorian Storm on his steed Coriolis. I snuck in a little favour of his lover, tied to his arm, and some sneaky Latin: “Amore fiunt homines” is Latin for “It’s love that makes people.”

You can find it in all the CR shops! I’ll be offering prints, too. https://shop.critrole.com/collections/new-products/products/how-do-you-want-to-slay-this-t-shirt