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Participated in a soul eater stamp rally at tokyo-x Houston this last weekend! This was my prize for completing it 💗

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PUNCH PUNCH FOREVER!

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Lifeweaver mains get your man (talking to myself)

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Couldn't get past the LW's Gothic skin from survey skins pack

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Happy Birthday, flower💜

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Urgent Humanitarian Asylum Request from Gaza – Coordination Required for Evacuation via ICRC

To the Honorable Embassy [Sweden, Norway, Belgium, France, Spain, Ireland] or any embassy who can help getting me out of Gaza

My name is Mohammed Majed Ahmad Al-Madhoun, born on June 20, 1999, currently residing in northern Gaza Strip, along with six members of my immediate family, and my married sister and her two daughters, who now live with us in the ruins of our bombed home.

We were displaced to southern Gaza between November 2024 and January 2025 due to the intensifying bombardment. Since returning to our destroyed house, we have constructed a makeshift shelter in which we struggle to survive.

I am a professional graphic designer, working remotely with a Swiss company, Bamboo Montreux, yet due to the lack of electricity and internet access in northern Gaza, I am unable to maintain a stable income or regular workflow. Many companies have declined to hire me under these conditions, despite my broad experience and strong portfolio.

Each day, we face the constant terror of airstrikes, drones, and bombardment. There is no electricity, no water, no connectivity, no safety, and no future. My dream of establishing a design studio and building a meaningful life has been shattered. All I now wish for is to survive — to be evacuated to a safe country where I can rebuild my life and contribute to society.

I am writing to urgently request your humanitarian intervention, by coordinating with the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) to facilitate my safe evacuation through the Kerem Shalom crossing, as this is currently the only viable route. I am unable to leave Gaza independently, despite several attempts.

Attached are:

My European-format CV

A motivation letter

Supporting documents and samples of my work

Identification and family details

In addition, I am sharing this link to my Google Drive folder, which contains all my academic qualifications, certificates, volunteer experience, and work samples to support my application:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1-5DYjCne25s6BWejGaZSCgWQb_96WbXZ

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1_i-QhybBJOb_DA7WueGsrxYY37r9fpxy

I kindly and humbly appeal to you to consider my case as one of extreme urgency and to grant me and my family a chance to live in safety and dignity under your protection.

Sincerely,

Mohammed Majed Ahmad Al-Madhoun

Gaza Strip

mhmdalmdwn23@gmail.com

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the girls are fightingg

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My OC who i want to put in an air tight jar and shake him around violently in

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God of Tides

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JOLYNE💙💚

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i like him, i like that autistic man. and would i be wrong if i ask him at dinner "is you autistic?" cuz i like that

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OC doodle dump

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BG3 art things💗💗

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For y’all’s consideration:

NOOO DON'T TURN INTO MARKETABLE POPSICLES NOO

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Furby uprising when

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

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.

With love and endless gratitude

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Unserious, arrogant, jerk characters who are actually miserable >>>