can we leave the monster alive?

Jinx defending Vander so quickly and consistently because she understands what it's like to be changed. To have your mind altered and become violent and confused. To not always have complete control over your actions, to not be the same person, but to still be *you.*

Vi learning to accept Jinx through accepting Vander. Learning to understand Jinx on some level through understanding Vander. Vi learning to create a new family with new dynamics that better fit them now, through watching this new little girl become family.

It's also cold in Gaza at this time of year, but they have to deal with an ongoing genocide, and the daily difficulties involved in just surviving under those circumstances.

Take @ahedfamily, for example. He has to provide for his three daughters, dealing with enormously inflated prices for basic necessities. Shouldn't his three kids get to be safe, fed and warm during the winter?

Iman, Nour and Fatima deserve to be safe. Aahed deserves to be safe. It's absolutely, entirely fucked up that they have to deal with doing what is needed to survive Israel's horrific crimes against the Palestinian people.

They need money for food and shelter. It's winter in Gaza, and it's cold. You have the opportunity to help them afford blankets, food, and clothes by donating to Aahed's fundraiser, even if it's just a little. Every bit counts when crowdfunding, especially since many people get put off donating because they think they can't give enough.

If enough people who think their amount won't help donate anyway, it adds up.

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Vetting link (Number 229)

Hello, my name is Jaber Mohammad Al-Dahdouh. I’m 13 years old, and I’m sharing my story of how war has taken everything from my family and me 💔😔.

I grew up in northern Gaza, where we lived a life of comfort and love 💖🏠, all thanks to my mother, Maysaa ❤️, who has a heart condition 💔, and my father, who worked hard to provide a bright future for us 🌟👨‍👩‍👧‍👦. My siblings—Shabaan, Hanan, Ahmed, and my youngest sister Ameera, our little darling 👧💖—were my closest friends, and we shared dreams 🌈, laughter 😂, and plans for a life full of hope 🌅✨.

I was a student 📚 at the Rosary Sisters School, part of the Union of Churches. My school meant so much to me; it was more than a building 🏫. It was my second home 🏡, a place where I felt safe and happy 😊💛, surrounded by friends and childhood laughter 👦👧💫.

But in a single moment, our lives were turned upside down 💔😢. The war destroyed our home 🏠💥 and my beloved school 🏫💔, and we were forced to flee south under heavy bombing 💣💥💨. We took refuge in the Nuseirat area, hoping to find safety 🤲. Yet even there, we were not spared; fighter jets bombed ✈️💥 the very place where we had sought shelter. I witnessed family members being taken from us in that attack 🕊️😭.

I share my story today as a child who has lost almost everything: my home 🏠💔, my school 🏫🌪️, family members 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🕊️, and even my dreams 🌠. I am reaching out not only to share the pain 💔 but to search for a glimmer of hope 🌄 to help rebuild our lives.

I humbly ask for your support 🤲💖 to help me and my family through this tragedy 🕊️. My mother, Maysaa, is unwell with a heart condition 💔, and my remaining siblings and I need your support to rebuild from the devastation 🌈🌟. Your donations could be the only chance to restore a part of our hope 🕯️💖 and enable me to build a new future from the rubble 🏡✨.

Have you ever imagined going to bed hungry? Or have you ever imagined that you wouldn't be able to buy even the simplest food? I don't think anyone can imagine this, but this is no longer just a fantasy. My family and I have been living in this reality for more than 400 days here in the north of G@z@.

Can you imagine that one meal per person costs more than $100? How can I help my family and myself if you do not help me with that?!

Hi dears, it's Ola again, after more than 400 days of suffering, amidst the prices increased crazily and our inability to buy food, water, and clothing. We need your help. We need food, water and many important necessities all the time, So please help me provide my family needs.

I appreciate your sharing . But if you can make a donation even if it is small, if each one of us donated anything , this would make a difference in our lives, please do not ignore us, don't just stop at sharing. 🥺💔

Imagine yourself in my place! Please don't turn a blind eye to us, we need your help.

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Update on 11/27 my campaign has stagnated, The words are no longer valuable, I don't know what to say, but unfortunately now we can't afford to buy food and water and we can't provide our needs after the campaign has stagnated 💔.

My campaign has been vetted by:

@90-ghost here, @northgazaupdates here, and @el-shab-hussien and @nabulsi's spreadsheet of vetted campaigns #205.

@briarhips @mahoushojo @sar-soor @rhubarbspring @schoolhater @pcktknife

@sawasawako @appsa @anneemay @commissions4aid-international @wellwaterhysteria @mangocheesecakes

@7bitter @ot3 @amygdalae @ankle-beez @communistchameleon @komsomolka @neptunerings @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @heritageposts @watermotif @stuckinaprill @mavigator @lacecap @determinate-negation @deepspaceboytoy @paper-mario-wiki @kibumkim @chilewithcarnage @sayruq @turtletoria @emil @vampiricvenus @finalgirlabigailhobbs @sayruq @ghostofanonpast @akajustmerry

Please take a few minutes to read this post.

I am writing these words after losing hope in everyone… except for you, my friends. Just a short while ago, I saw that Tumblr has 100 million downloads. That’s an enormous number! But imagine, with all those millions of people, how would you feel if 100 million people saw you and ignored you? You’d feel deeply disappointed, right? Or maybe you’d even wish for death.

Have you ever wished for death? For me, I feel like I’d rather die than be ignored by everyone. If I wasn’t in desperate need of help, I wouldn’t ask anyone for it. I really need help—not for myself, but for my family. For my father, who is fighting cancer. For my one-year-old niece.

Imagine for a moment that you have a small child you love dearly, and you’re forced to watch her suffer in front of your eyes. This isn’t just an imagination for me; it’s my reality. My family and I live this pain every day.

Please, be our hope. Be our voice. Be the ones who save us from despair. Don’t ignore us. Donate, even if it’s just 5 euros.

There are so many people reading this post right now. I beg anyone who sees these words to donate if they can, and if not, to share this post. Please, don’t leave us behind.

Be our family, or think of us as members of your own family, and save us from this suffering.

To those who have already donated generously, I extend my heartfelt thanks and appreciation. But can you add more? If you can, please share a screenshot of your donation here. If you’d prefer to stay anonymous, feel free to send it to me privately.❤️❤️

No matter how small the amount, your help means the world to us. And if you can’t donate, share this post and add a few kind words to inspire others to help.

One day, you may find yourself in need of help. Help me today so that someone else might help you tomorrow. Your donation—or even just sharing this post—could save the life of an entire family.

We stay here all day on one meal that almost satisfies our hunger. Can you refrain from eating breakfast, lunch or dinner and donate money to us? This will be a simple experience for you from the pain we live in, and it will be generous of you to donate.

I want to tell you guys that my posts always get a lot of attention because of you. I kindly ask you to follow my account @abdalsalam1990 so that you can receive everything I post about our situation here. Although my posts get a lot of likes, we do not get donations. Please donate. Please share and donate.

Thank you so much, everyone. I wish you all the best.

Sincerely,

So that act 2 huh

(original doodle + smth extra under cut)

here she is