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Facing the Struggle as a Queer Transgender Refugee: We Need Your Help.🌈
Hey .
I'm AshleymilesPhil, a transgender queer refugee, and I come to you with a heavy heart today. I’m part of a community of LGBTIQ refugees who are facing unimaginable challenges. Life in the camp is beyond difficult. We have almost no access to food, clean water, medication, or even proper shelter. Every day feels like a battle for survival, and despite our resilience, the lack of basic necessities is pushing us to the brink.
It feels embarrassing to ask for help, honestly. I hate it. But the truth is, we’re vulnerable and we need support. Without the kindness of people like you, we are left to starve. We depend on the generosity of well-wishers just to get through the day. Lately, the donations we’ve received have been scarce, and right now, we are at a critical point.
We need your help, now more than ever. Your donation can make the difference between life and death for us. No matter how small, it helps provide food, water, medical care, and shelter for us. If you can, please contribute to our GoFundMe fundraiser and help us survive this dire situation.
https://gofund.me/4d80b32c
I know asking for money feels wrong, and it’s hard to come forward like this, but the reality is, we are desperate. We can’t do it alone, and we’re relying on the compassion of those who can lend a hand.
Thank you for reading and for caring. Your support means everything to us.
With gratitude,
AshleymilesPhil
everybody go donate!
hello! Please help this mother survive the w@r! If you can’t donate for whichever reason, reblogging can help spread the word, stay safe if you can🩵
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
Donations are very weak. Please help me by donating and participating so that I can travel and undergo my surgery and remove the metal fragments stuck in my body and get rid of the pain as soon as possible.
Please help me by donating. Please Donate🙏🥹💔
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Human TADC characters, my headcannon of kinger and Caine being besties before QUEENIE…. Main character angst aaaand me and my friends as BFDI characters. I’m a hatsune miku branded blue raspberry soda. Yes, that’s their full name.
Sparkle on! Don't forget DL6! The artist for the pfp I'm using is Yucheng Li
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