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Did this after staring at that one cat meme that asked something similar-

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Hello, I hope you are well. Would you mind donating to my sisters? I am in desperate need of your donations. If you can, please donate 25 euros. This will help my little sisters a lot. 25 euros will save us and my family from death, hunger and destruction. 🇵🇸🙏 Save us from danger💔🥹 Please help save an entire family, even 1 euro is enough. We are living in famine and our situation is getting worse every day. We are under siege from all sides. I hope you can help me. Your donation will save us from hunger

We are in dire need of your help and donation my friend. The economic situation is very deteriorating in the Gaza Strip. Everything we own was destroyed in a moment. Help us in order to save our lives. Your donation, even if it is just one euro, is very important. Please, my friend. I beg you. My mother and father, we have no shelter. Our house was destroyed and we live in a small tent that does not protect us from the cold of winter or the heat of summer. My sisters suffer from weak immunity due to the lack of resources and the lack of healthy food and water. I ask you to consider us and donate a small amount of money according to your capabilities.🙏😭💔

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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.😭😔

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Jax fans: OMG HES SO FUCKING ANNOYING WHAT A STUPID JACKASS I WANT TO ACTUALLY KILL HIM. LIKE TAKE A SWORD AND STAB HIM IN HIS GUTS. HE NEEDS TO DIE. NAIL HIM TO THE WALL AND TORTURE THE LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER-

Jax haters: He's kinda mean >:/

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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.

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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

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Day 31: frog

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I can’t be this brainrotted cuz IS THAT ENGLAND-

51 Shades of Gangel Masks

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⚠️CHILDREN ARE BEING MOLESTED AT THIS HOSPITAL⚠️ REBLOG!

I don't care that i don't do this type of posting but one of my close friends was molested while having an appointment at this hospital. the doctor who was giving her a check up threatened to kill her if she said anything about it (i will update you if i get the name of her, she's not in the picture) and it absolutely enrages me that she has been working there for 20 years and nobody believes my freind was sexually assaulted .

⚠️ im not sure how this is meant to be done but please do anything, reblog, share, leave a bad review, anything to get this evil fucking hospital and it's disgusting doctors out of business.⚠️

this is not just for my friend but any of the poor people, children and infants who are being mistreated here.

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This might be the only picture I have of these two (besides fanart) oopsie-

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A professional in his fielda

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highkey lost motivation to draw so i forced myself to sit down and doodle anything

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The stupid sauce sketch reminds me of this so much I’m sorry-

Some Jax doodles from my Insta livestream

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“Please don’t tell anyone, but… I think I’m being haunted…”

“‘Haunted’? Like, by a ghost?”

“I don’t know… sometimes I see it when I dream. I think the scariest thing about it is that… I think it knows me.”

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it makes me happy knowing she’s happy

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Feast your eyes!!! On my Jax collection!!

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