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Hello dear friends! ❤🤍🖤💚
🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from an extended family of young children, women and elderly people ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days from an aggressive war.
Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.
So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we had lost all our sources of livelihood.Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost.
https://gofund.me/31c5cbe3
HELP A FAMILY FROM GAZA - VETTED HERE
Hello everyone, I am reaching you on behalf of @mahmoudayyads who is reaching out, asking for our help. The people of Gaza still need your attention, I hope you haven't forgotten the countless lives lost, I hope you haven't forgotten the fact that the people live in constant fear, surrounded by death. I hope you haven't forgotten that it will take 350 years to rebuild Gaza. I hope you won't ignore the pleas they scream, begging us to help them, save them from death. Or do you choose to ignore them, because its inconvenient?
Imagije watching as your family - children suffer and you feel powerless as you have no income to help them. Imagine fearing for your life every day- waking up to the sound of bombs. Imagine having no food or water, no health care yet disease runs rampant. That's is a reality for many in Gaza. They sleep damp, freezing and scared on the ground each night.
I am reaching you on a family from Gaza, please read her story in her words here.
Yoyr donation goes towards saving the lives of innocent children - your donation will directly help a family in need, your donation will offer hope, and a chance for a better life. You can help a family rebuild their lives, afford the basics and get to saftey, away from the constant airstrikes targeting civilians who have done no wrong.
23% OF GOAL RAISED
please support @mahmoudayyads , help get her voice heard to the world. Thank you.
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Every day at least 20-50 people are dying every day. No one spoke about them. They were wronged and died unjustly. The elderly, children, women, and young people died unjustly under the Zionist machine of destruction and genocide. Enough of your silence. Let one of you speak. Stop the war on us. Bring us food and water. There is no healthy water to drink. We drink salty water, and there is not enough food. We go to bed hungry and wake up hungry. The prices of available food are very high. We want to live a normal life, just like all of you. Don't ignore us. Here's a donation link for me and my family to provide us with food and water until the crossing opens and we can leave Gaza safely. Your donation means a lot to me and helps me a lot, so I'm asking you to donate. Please remember that every donation, even if it is 5 dollars, is a ray of hope for the families who have lost everything.
✅️vetted by @/bilal-salah0, @/90-ghost, & @/el-shab-hussein✅️
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commission for @ghostingcrowsst
#RAAAAAAHHHHHH#I FUCKING LOVE HAVING MONEYYYYY#screaming crying throwing up#on the floor dead#I love theeeeeeem#also ghostingcrowsst lmfao#God my guys#my goobs#my shaylas#FP
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Me when I point out a person whitewashing or being racist towards a character of color and for some fucking reason it always ends up with me being framed as the evil mean bad guy instead of the person actually being racist
#shoutout to the guy on twt who drew Spider-Zero#a dark skinned half black girl#so pale she was unrecognizable and looked like Mayday with a fucking hat on#but for some reason when I pointed out how pale she was compared to her canon appearance *I* was the bad guy#“YoU CouLD HavE jUsT sCroLLEd” I'm going to hit you with a comically oversized mallet you shit head#it genuinely truly baffles me how okay people are with being so casually racist in the SV fandom#and while yes this also absolutely applies to Pav I feel its important to note that a LOT of y'all like Pav and can get his skin and cultur#right but the way you speak about Hobie (and punk stuff) or Margo is actually truly abhorrent#ATSV#rant post#rant#sorry chat I'm in a mood today
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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.


My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
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"They’re not collateral damage — they are being targeted."
The image you see is not from a war movie. It's a real X-ray of a Palestinian child. A sniper's bullet pierced her skull. This was not an accident. It was a calculated shot — to the head. How many children must bleed before the world opens its eyes?
I see this, and I tremble. Because I, too, am a mother. My own child is injured. He cries every night from pain. He needs urgent medical care — but we are trapped under siege, under fear, under silence.
How long before my son becomes another X-ray? Another hashtag? Another number?
If you're reading this, you have power — power to share, power to donate, power to care.
Help me get my son out. Help save him before it’s too late. Gaza’s children are not targets. They are lives. They are futures. Please don’t look away
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
✅️My campaign is vetted by el-shab-hussein& Nabulsi's, my number verified on the list is ( #355)✅️ 👇
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Clawing at the bars of my enclosure rn because WHY IS HE LIKE THAT
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Don't skip 🚨Emergency
✅vetted by@gazavetters,(#365)✅

My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉
Please donate

✅vetted by@gazavetters,(#365)✅
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Been gettin really into them their cookies recently
#Dark Cacao has me giggling kicking my feet like a teenage girl#got to the end of Beast Yeast chap 3 where hes being all pathetic and sad#OH my days#crk
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Save our lives ‼️🚨
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔
The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭
We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔
On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.
I bled on the way.
I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭
The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.
Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.
But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.
I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."
And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.
“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I don’t want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.



My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔
But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.
The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭
I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭
I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔
Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.
As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.
He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔
Share my campaign 🙏
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We will not forgive ..
We will not pardon 🙂↕️🙌🏻
"We are alone" ‼️
"Every night, Me, my husband and my children , and I sleep in fear, praying that it won’t be our last night alive. We live with constant terror, and all we wish for now is to survive and find safety. Please, we are begging you—help us with any amount, even the smallest, so we can escape this nightmare and find a place where we can live in peace."❤️🩹
Your donation saves hundreds of lives.
Israel continues the massacres in Gaza.. 232 souls taken in less than an hour! We are dying before your eyes—please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something... protest, donate, participate. I don’t want to die!
In recent days, we have witnessed a dangerous escalation, with renewed bombings and stricter restrictions. The border crossing has been closed, preventing the entry of much-needed humanitarian aid. 😞💔
With essential supplies running low, prices have skyrocketed, making it even harder for families like mine to secure basic necessities. We are facing incredibly harsh conditions and holding on to any hope we can find, but we urgently need your support to survive these difficult times. 🥹🥹💔
If you can help in any way—through a donation or by sharing our campaign with others—it would mean the world to us. Your support has been a lifeline, and I cannot express how grateful we are for your kindness.❤️🩹🙏🏻
Donation link:
https://chuffed.org/project/123265-from-house-to-tent-nuha-needs-help





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We will die at any moment!!!! 😔🙏🏻


The war has been on us for a full year, six months, and 14 days of death and genocide. We have never rested. We are losing people every day, most of them children and women... The bombing is everywhere. Our children are scared... The noise is terrifying.
There is no food, no drink, no medicine. The crossing is closed, and everything is expensive.
We don't want to die. Please donate and help us so we can buy food and medicine for my mother and save ourselves from death. Just donate.
Donate.
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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.


🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
💖 What You Can Do
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
✨ Why It All Matters
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
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#RAHHHHHHHH#MY SHAYLAAAAAAA#Save me goldenclaw save me#I love having free will and poor spending habits
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Heads up to the like maybe one or two people that care but because of the ao3 scraping I'm putting all my fics on registered users only and will be using this setting until further notice for future fics as well
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