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I’m currently marinating in the TWST fandom.
I’m still new to tumbler so please be patient 🙏
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Really, the answer to most 'so many cases of X didn't use to exist!' complaints is that THEY USED TO DIE.
Allergies? Gluten intolerance? Cystic Fibrosis? Seizures? Asthma? Diabetes?
THOSE USED TO BE ALL BUT DEATH SENTENCES.
Y'all ever notice that when people say "There were never that many X people before!!!" X people almost always seem to be Housebound due to Lack of Accessibility or Chance of Severe Illness, Unrepresented because no one Put A Name to the Demographic, Oppressed with Physical Violence and Societal Ostracization, or straight up fucking Dead?? Just me?
I am Kareman, a Palestinian mother from Gaza, and we are still alive after 475 days of war that began on October 7, 2023, and ended today. However, despite being alive, pain and sorrow have not left us. Everything around us has turned to rubble. I once said, "This pain will end one day, and I believe in that," but I never imagined that the pain would follow us in this way.
We returned to our home, only to find that the pain has deepened. Our home, which once embraced us, is now destroyed. The fishing boat, which was our only source of livelihood, was consumed by fire, taking away all hope. The fishing nets and equipment, which were our means of survival, have been burned. My husband, who supported us with his work, now has nothing but memories😭💔
As for me, I was a children's teacher, teaching them to love life despite the difficulties, but my school, which was once a place of hope, is now nothing but ash. We have lost everything, but we still hold on to hope thanks to Hamoud, who gives us the strength to keep going.
Today, we need you more than ever. We ask for your help in repairing my husband's fishing boat, as we have no other source of income. If we don't get the support to repair it, we will remain trapped in a cycle of poverty and need. But if we stand together, we can rise again.
Please, don't leave our families in this dark path. Every donation, no matter how small, represents a chance for us to live again.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your continued support, and I trust that hope will return thanks to your help.
Donation link through the campaign gofund
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I love thinking about what JamiKali’s dynamic would’ve been if things had gone differently. I feel like both Jamil’s and Kalim’s personalities would really shine in ways we haven’t seen before of them (though maybe later, who knows! There going through a lot of development in the main story so here’s to hoping 🤞)
Ramblings/analysis under the cut
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If anyone wants the Keta Twst line stickers
lil ol behind the scenes
first paint sketch
blender background references
and in the middle of process
”I drown as the black vile fills up my lungs and pours from every aperture.”
“I cry as the acid burns my skin and eyes. As it whispers the mistakes of my past into my ringing ears.”
“And I scream. My ears are ringing because the sound of my gargling voice is enough to pierce through the crooked reality of my life’s misery.”
“And I want to stop. Because I know I’m hurting someone. I don’t know who it is, but they’re hurting. I don’t know who it is, but I don’t want them to hurt. I think I know them, but I don’t know who it is.”
“I wonder who they are.”
“I wonder why they’re getting closer.”
“I wonder why they’re reaching out to me.”
“I almost want to reach out to them, too.”
“Almost.”
