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After visiting the hospital and seeing the doctor, it became clear that Ahmed needed urgent surgery, but the cost was expensive and we didn't have enough money. I don't know how long Ahmed will be able to endure the pain. Please help me get the surgery. Ahmed was born through IVF and was admitted to the incubator due to holes in his heart. He was exposed to artificial oxygen, which affected his eyesight and caused vision problems. You are my only hope with your donation and sharing this post.

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We need your help. The situation is very difficult. You are our last hope. Food, clothes, milk, rent, everything has become very expensive. My son Ahmed needs heart surgery and eye surgery. Save my son so he can complete his treatment and undergo the operation. In addition to my family in Gaza, my father, mother, brothers and sisters are living in very difficult conditions as a result of the war and continuous bombing. We hope you will help by donating and sharing the post 🙏🙏

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category is wet cat man named bob played by lewis pullman

THEY’RE HAVING A BOB OFF

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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"I am Nadine… an ordinary woman in an extraordinary place. A mother, just trying to protect a small life in a world that has lost its meaning." 🌸

Hello, My name is Nadine. I am a Palestinian mother to a little girl who has become the center of my life and the reason for my strength. 💖 We live today in harsh circumstances, unlike anything we knew life to be. Our home is no longer a home… we live in displacement, fear, lack of food, absence of medicine, and a lack of safety. 😔

Yet every morning, I open my eyes to my daughter's face, and I try again. 🌞 Because she is here, I must stay strong. 💪 Because she is small, I need to create a safe world for her… even though my world is broken.

We don't have much, but we hold on to each other. 🤝

I write these words to share a moment of our reality that you may not see in the news. I’m not seeking pity, nor do I want to burden anyone… All I ask is that my words reach a heart that knows compassion, and understands that help, even in the smallest form, can make a big difference in someone's life like ours. ✨

Life here doesn’t go as it should… but it goes on. We live on hope, the kindness of strangers, words of encouragement, and hands that reach out at the right time. 🌟 Maybe you can’t change everything, but you can change one day in our lives… And one day with dignity is all we need to keep fighting. 💫

Even a kind word, sharing this post, or a sincere prayer… all of that makes a difference to us. 🙏

Thank you… from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being here, for reading, for not turning a blind eye. To everyone who passed by here and left a kind mark: You are part of our strength. 🌷 From me and my little one: All my gratitude and all my prayers. 💖

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top gun silliness

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Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

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love can be fun, a hangster rodeo au

“No shit, you’re a Bradshaw Bradshaw?”

“Yup, Bradley Bradshaw, in the flesh.” Looking out at the crowd again, he nods his head at someone across the room who called his name.

“And you don’t ride? Because I would have known if you rode with a dumbass name like that.” Bradley just rolls his eyes. “Shit, what a waste of talent,” Jake laments, sipping his drink with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Bradley drawls, “I get my thrills in other ways.” Another salacious once over, enough to send a rush of heat through Jake’s body. The insinuation is clear, heavy. Jake grins like the cat that got the cream.

or,

summer romance montage, rodeo fic style.

Read now on ao3.

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bringing this back

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all this lewis pullman content that’s coming from thunderbolts has me so happy rn

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ok I’m currently back on my top gun shit and this is very important to me: people are always like ohh ice loves hangman and YES he WOULD but NOT bc hangman is ice’s parallel. Because hangman is MAVS parallel. Like— hangman and rooster are def parallels of Mac and ice but people tend to get it switched around and it rly annoys me like ice would HATE hangman if he didn’t ultimately have a ton of power over him😭 but ice is double his age so instead he’s like awww. Look at that fumbling idiot toddler. Reminds me of my husband.

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thinking about “wingmen” already being a euphemism for gay men before top gun.

thinking about them keeping in the “this gives me a hard on” scene.

thinking about “after chasing sunsets, one of life’s simple joys, is playing with the boys” (thank you kenny loggins)

i know what you are tony scott.

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i’ll never get over ice putting that fuCKING PHOTO in the entrance of top gun

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thank you customer who gave us random cds../.. neeeded this

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Rest easy, Val <3

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TOP GUN Tom "Iceman" Kazansky and his RIO, Ron "Slider" Kerner | 1986

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top gun silliness