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We are in the south... suffering from famine‼️, save us🙏

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, specifically from Al-Mawasi in the south of the Strip...

We are suffering from famine, there is no food other than flour and its price is 300$... It is very expensive, we cannot afford it...

I struggle every day in crowded queues to get bread to feed my family.😞💔

Help me and donate to me to buy flour for my family and satisfy their hunger.🙏

I'm nothing without you. You are my last hope.🫂😞😭

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Send me characters from the spread and I will yap about their timeskip designs.

Please I need this I have no yapping outlet!!

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Compress fans come get your crumbs 😩

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now and then she rereads the manuscript

AND THE STORY IS HERS NOW

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crying at the bus rn cuz wdym taylor owns all her work now?

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Devouring his son

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🚨Urgent and important appeal🚨

‼️‼️The crossing is closed‼️‼️

I'm Wasim from Gaza, as you know the crossings are closed and the situation is very difficult, everything is expensive, we cannot afford any food or gas and we are in the holy month of Ramadan and we fast for 15 hours and we cannot break our fast because of the high cost of food...😭😞

As you can see, we do not have cooking gas because the crossings are closed, and we suffer a lot when cooking...😔😭‼️

My mother also needs medicine and vitamins, but she cannot buy them because they are expensive due to the closure of the crossings and the scarcity of the quantity.😭

‼️Help us and donate so that we can break our fast in this blessed month and so that my mother can receive her vitamins...😔🤲🫂‼️

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I am Alaa… Can you hear me?

I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.

I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.

Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.

Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.

But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.

An airstrike hit our neighborhood.

Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔

We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.

Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.

Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.

It doesn’t shield us from the cold.

It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.

Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.

I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.

I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.

I am Alaa😓.

I don’t ask for much.

Just a chance to live with dignity again.

Just a moment of mercy.

If you hear me… if you feel my pain…

🌸Please help us🌸🙏.

Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.

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From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤��🫂.

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I think Togashi does an incredible job building his characters, especially in how they interact with one another. To me one of the most fascinating dynamics is between Chrollo and Kurapika. Not just because of their conflict, but because of how similar their circumstances are.

Both lost someone dear to them, and that loss became the breaking point that set them on their respective paths of revenge. In dedicating themselves entirely to that pursuit, revenge became their purpose, their reason for moving forward. But once their target was gone, they were left with a void. What happens when the thing that has defined your existence is no longer there? This might explain why Chrollo rarely speaks of his own motives, because even he doesn’t fully understand them.

This same question applies to the Phantom Troupe as a whole. I believe their og purpose was to avenge Sarasa, to eliminate the threat that had taken her from them which helped Meteor City as a whole. But once that was accomplished they had no more purpose, they simply continued doing what they knew—stealing, taking what they wanted. Over time, each member found their own path, only regrouping for major missions. But without revenge driving them forward, their existence seems more of a cycle than a journey.

This lack of direction may have affected Chrollo more than he lets on. Throughout the Yorknew arc, there's a stark contrast between how he acts with the Troupe and how he behaves when he's on his own. Would he have turned out differently if his friends hadn’t chosen him as their leader? If they hadn’t pushed him toward the darkness that was revenge, could he have been more like Kurapika, someone with grief, but also with a tether to something beyond it?

This contrast isn’t just reflected in his actions but in his very appearance. With the Troupe, his hair is slicked back. stiff, controlled, a perfect reflection of his persona. He presents himself as calculated, enigmatic, and systematic, his expressions so subtle they reveal almost nothing. But when he’s alone (+ when he was with Neon) his hair is down, and it seems so is his guard. He smiles freely, openly discusses his friends, and even cries when mourning Uvo’s death. But when the moment calls for it, he is able to act without hesitation, as seen when he knocks Neon out and calls for an ambulance, slipping effortlessly into the role required of him.

So then, was the emotion he displayed genuine? Did he truly feel those emotions, or was it simply another layer of his performance? does he even know so himself?

This ambiguity ties into how Chrollo sees himself. He rarely identifies as part of the human experience, instead positioning himself as an observer—like a scientist studying the people around him as subjects.Growing up in Meteor City, where worth had to be self-defined, he may have decided early on that rather than accept the world’s view of him as “less than human,” he would remove himself from that category entirely. But rather than seeing himself as "less than," he sees himself as beyond it.

But despite this belief we can still see his emotions slip through. Whether he acknowledges it or not, he isn’t as detached as he wants to be.

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no way i’m gonna end the school year almost exactly like i started it

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Sukuna fanart [Mafia! AU]

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I am Alaa… Can you hear me?

I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.

I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.

Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.

Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.

But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.

An airstrike hit our neighborhood.

Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔

We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.

Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.

Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.

It doesn’t shield us from the cold.

It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.

Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.

I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.

I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.

I am Alaa😓.

I don’t ask for much.

Just a chance to live with dignity again.

Just a moment of mercy.

If you hear me… if you feel my pain…

🌸Please help us🌸🙏.

Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.

Donation link

From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤️🫂.

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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟

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Before everything I'm writing this and my kids are starving they don't have anything to eat. I'm begging you to save my kids from this famine 🙏🙏‼️🥺🙏

Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.

We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

💔 A Life in Ruins

The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.

With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.

✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨

I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.

🙏 How You Can Help

Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.

Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.

Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.

With love and gratitude,

Areej Kassab ❤️

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‼️Helping me means helping 5 members of my family..‼️

🥶We're freezing🥶

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, in Al-Mawasi specifically... My family and I were displaced from Rafah after hardship, bombing, displacement, and hunger.😭😔

Now we have been away from our city and our beautiful home for 9 months. We have lost our house that my father built stone by stone and he worked 24/7 to build this house. But the occupation destroyed it, and no house remained in my beautiful city remained intact.😭💔💔

We are now living in a tent or semi-tent, which does not protect us from the cold of winter or the rain. Our lives are very difficult.😔😭

Thanks to your donations, we have been able to buy food and flour, and now I am asking you for help to buy a tent that will protect us from the cold of winter. We do not know what it means to sleep because of the extreme cold.🥶

This is our tent made of fabric and some nylon, not closed on one side. We are freezing from the cold. Help us to buy a new tent. You are our last hope.😭🥶🥶🙏

I also want to ask for help for my mother, who is the most precious thing in my life. Without her, I am nothing...

She has a back cartilage disease and is in great pain. She needs physical therapy, medicine, and vitamins, and I am unable to provide them. Help my mother receive treatment.🙏🙏😭

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I know you see our pleas, hear our cries, and read our words written with the pain of hunger and betrayal, yet your hearts choose silence. I am not asking for the impossible, nor am I asking for more than you can give. I am asking for something that could be a lifeline for a child shivering in the cold or a mother burning with helplessness over her little ones. We do not have the luxury of waiting-hunger does not wait, the bombing does not wait, death does not wait... so why do you? Do not let your hearts die as our souls perish in your silence.🙏🏻💔😔

We are screaming a final plea from the heart of death. We are not exaggerating, not overreacting, not asking for anything—we are simply dying. Dying from hunger, from thirst, from the cold, from the bombings, from despair, and from the betrayal of those who could help but choose to let us die in silence.We do not have the luxury of waiting, the luxury of endurance, or even the luxury of tears. What we ask of you is not charity—it is humanity. So, is there any humanity left in you?

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This is not just a photo it’s our daily reality in Gaza.

I am a father of five, living under the harshest conditions imaginable. My children go to bed hungry most nights, and I feel helpless watching them suffer. There is no food, no clean water, and no safety.

I myself am injured from Israeli airstrikes, and my health is deteriorating. I’m in pain, physically and emotionally. I want to provide for my children, to see them smile again, to give them a warm meal — even just one.

What’s happening here is not a natural disaster. It is forced starvation. It is the slow death of innocent people, especially children, because they are being denied food and aid.

Your donation can change everything for us. Even a small amount can feed my family for a day. It can help me get medicine, water, and the bare essentials to survive.

Please, if you have anything to give, I ask you to open your heart.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

💔 Don’t look away. Help us survive.

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