Human Me!
Human me!
https://picrew.me/image_maker/92646 ‘I found this picrew from this thread: https://sunnflower-clouds.tumblr.com/post/651712090694926336/make-your-funkiest-wildest-self-make-a-version-of
And it inspired me to try to make a human version of me! I think it turned out well! Feel free to make this a thread of your own version of your human selves, fellow gems. Or, if you know any gems, try to make a human version of them, with their permission, of course!
Edit: I decided to add this version too, since I wasn’t sure which one I thought fit me more! Though I’m personally leaning towards this new one!
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(Ooc) sorry, I’m not trying to be rude or dismiss you, but I don’t really do roleplay. I still really I like your oc and blog though. Sorry again if this upsets you, I’m not trying to. I had in idea though, I could do the roleplay with you, but make it canonically a dream that blue Sunstone had. That seem like a good idea?
"Oh! Er, hello! Gosh, you're beautiful.. so shiny!"
(@askalesbianbulbasaur)
Thank you, that would be because of the freckles. They naturally glow a little, not sure why though.
Who I Am & Why I’m Here 💙
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.
That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
“what, no, I definitely exist. As for the poofing thing, it’s a term used for when a gem, which is the alien species that I am, takes too much damage.” She seems a little more comfortable now as she points to the gemstone on her left palm. ““this is my gemstone. It’s the only truly solid thing about me. My body is a solid light projection that my gem makes to give me form, like a hologram, except not see though and with mass. When a gems body, or form, takes to much damage, we poof, and our form dissipate and go back into our gems until we have enough energy to reform.” She hopes he understood all that.
She’s sneaking around corners nervously, flinching at every sound of gunfire and crashing. Someone had poofed her earlier and brought her to a war zone, and now she just wanted to leave. She soon noticed someone next to a parked tank eating some candy. They seemed trustworthy, but she kept her guard up just to be sure. “Um, h-hi?” She said quietly, trying to do her best not to surprise them.
-He finishes off the expired mars bar, before crushing the wrapper into a ball within his fist, and flicking it away- Only to suddenly whip his head around at the sound of an unknown voice.
"What the... Hell? ... Uh, hello there?"
Please don't let us die alone here. Donate, share, like anything.
The martyrs have become 1000 martyrs. Every minute we die here. Please interact.
Here we are, fleeing death, me, my husband and my children, in the last days of the attacks launched by the occupation forces on our areas.
Please help us and donate and do not leave us alone to die
#Free Palestine #We are now in a group ghada#Save us from death#Don't leave us alone#Please help us#Israel seeks annihilation#Please donate now#Save us from death#Trump #Israel#Free Palestine
#Free Palestine#Free Gaza#Save us from genocide#Save us before it's too late
#beginning#Trump#We are in a famine
#Don't leave us to die alone#A story of fear, horror, bombing, destruction and martyrdom in the streets#Donate to us#The final form of life remained#Save the genocide#Solidarity with Gaza#
#All eyes on Palestine#
Campaign checked by 90-ghost
🚨URGENT🚨
Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child🥺
My son Mohammed is in critical condition after being shot by Israeli drones. He has been taken to the operating ⛺️ and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
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✅️My campaign is vetted by el-shab-hussein & Nabulsi's, my number verified on the list is ( #355)✅️ 👇
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview
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Imagine waking up to the deafening roar of explosions, your tent shaking violently as the earth trembles beneath you. In an instant, everything is chaos—your children scream in terror, clutching onto you as you scramble to escape. The sky is filled with smoke and falling debris, the air thick with dust and panic. There is no time to think, no time to gather what little you have left. You run—barefoot, desperate, carrying your baby in your arms—praying that you will make it out alive.
Images: Hossam sent us images of what his family's tent looks like today after violent airstrikes in Gaza last night (03/17/2025).
Video: to further prove the validity of Hossam's story, we have included an Al Jazeera news report that Hossam sent to us, in which he briefly appears (at the 0:48 mark)
@bashar-qazaz
@hane-qazaz
@hanon-qazaz
Story written by @rumiandroses
For Hossam Al-Qazzaz and his family, this nightmare became reality LAST NIGHT (03/17/2025) when an airstrike obliterated their tent—their last refuge after losing their home, a casualty of the war in Gaza. With no shelter, no safety, and nowhere left to run, they are once again plunged into unimaginable uncertainty as the ceasefire in Gaza collapses and war reignites around them.
Hossam, a dedicated father of four, has already lost his home, his job, and his peace of mind due to the relentless bombardments in Gaza in the 15 months preceding the now,-collapsed ceasefire. Now, with nothing but debris around them, he, his wife Hanan, and their four children—Bashar (9), Hani (8), Diana (4), and 5-month-old Habiba—are now struggling to survive with no roof over their heads.
The suffering extends beyond Hossam, his wife, and his children. Hossam is also the sole caretaker of his elderly parents, aged 75 and 72, both in fragile health. His father is suffering from severe burns and urgently needs medical care, while his mother battles high blood pressure and requires constant attention. But with no home, no stable source of income, and skyrocketing prices for essentials like rice and cooking gas—driven by the border closures and the ban on goods entering Gaza—Hossam is trapped in an incredibly difficult and stressful situation.
Despite these unbearable challenges, Hossam is not asking for much—only the money needed to survive, and to be able to evacuate to safety when the border crossing opens again.
"All we want is to live in dignity," Hossam pleads.
This is where you can make a difference. Every small donation—no matter how modest—can help provide food, clothing, and medical care for Hossam, Hanan, their children, and elderly parents. It can help ensure that Habiba gets the milk and diapers she desperately needs and that his family is not left out in the open with nowhere to turn.
Please, if you can, donate or share Hossam’s story today. Your support can be the difference between survival and despair.
Please consider donating to the Al-Qazzaz family’s original fundraiser to help them buy food and essentials and rebuild their tent:
Our founder, Bethany-Grace ( @rumiandroses ) is also sponsoring a fundraising campaign to help Hossam, Hanan and their entire family evacuate to safety. If everyone donates a little, we might be able to get them to safety the moment the border crossing opens again:
Together, we can ensure that Hossam's family does not just survive—but begins to rebuild a life of safety, stability, and hope.
Hossam’s campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters, and (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.
My dear friend, 🌹
Welcome, I hope you are well. 🙏
I am writing to kindly ask for your support in reblogging my pinned post on my page❤🙏.
My name is Inas Imad from Gaza, and I am married and also pregnant with my first child. I may lose my child due to extreme hunger and the lack of medicine.😭😭
The situation is very dangerous in Gaza
In short, there are no minimum necessities for human life here. The situation is catastrophic and devastates humanity. Famine is intensifying, poverty is intensifying, goods are running out, and the danger of bombing is all around us.😟
I appeal to you and seek your help to share our story and our suffering through your pages, and to provide us with support and concern.🙏
Thank you very much.
Inas Imad from Gaza
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #425 )✅️🇵🇸🇵🇸
Campaign link🔗⬇️
https://gofund.me/ba6c3d2b
I’m sorry that I can’t donate, but I’ll be sure to reblog your pinned post.
Hello 👋
Please take a moment to read my story.
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family—my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak—have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,
Heba Al-Dahdouh.
““oh! Ok then!” She slowly entered the room.
““these are some pretty flowers. Did you plant these?”
Blue Sunstone was walking when she noticed the old building. Being curious, and against her own inner judgment, she got closer. Right when she was at the door, she thought she heard someone inside. At first she was nervous, but then realized it sounded almost like an animal. She got curious, and slowly entered the building. “Ugh, why am I doing this? I know better! This is such a bad idea!” Even though she said that, she slowly kept going.
*they were in the flower room, their first friend's former office, tending to the flowers and cleaning off the furniture*
Urgent 🚨 🚨
My mother makes us bread despite the difficult situation and the lack of necessities of life 😔
The war has entered its ninth month and everything is getting worse 💔
Please help me get my family out of there and protect them from war and bombing🙏🙏
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I'm Blue sunstone, my nickname is sparkles, but feel free to call me either one. I'm Blue diamonds former therapist, but any personal questions about our sessions will not be answered. I've decided to make this blog to learn more about the humans, animals, and plants that live on earth, and about the earth itself. This blog will also be used to log my own personal experiences on earth. I hope we can all learn something from one other.
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