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"The moment Palestinian journalists and photographers burned as a result of a direct Zionist bombing targeting their tent inside Nasser Hospital in Khan Yunis, south of the Gaza Strip.

The bombing was deliberate, extending to those who conveyed the truth through their lenses and cameras, turning their tent into fire, smoke, and screams.

They were targeted in the heart of the only remaining humanitarian space, within the premises of a hospital that was supposed to be safe.

At that moment, not only were their tools burned, but also the truth they tried to deliver to the world.

A tragic scene added to the series of crimes committed by the occupation against civilians, confirming that the free voice is one of the targets of this aggression."

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Dont skip 🔴

I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 37 years old, married, and I have a eight-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house. and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.

I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us.  I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it.  I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it!  We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!

.  My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.

  Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!?  But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us!  I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place.  How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this?  We are slowly dying every day.

Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact.  It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances.  Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.

I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families.  Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.

Warm greetings,

Falestine

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One moment please, this is an emergency.

April 10th will be my birthday. I will have a caesarean section. Unfortunately, I am from Gaza and I am suffering a lot. The situation is difficult and urgent. I do not have the expenses for the birth or even the costs of preparing the baby. I am now in dire need of your help.Please do not be stingy with your donation. I need your generosity. The situation is extremely urgent. Knock through the link on my page

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‼️‼️We will die at any moment‼️‼️

The war has returned after 15 months 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 afraid...The sound is frightening.😭

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. 😭🙏😞🫂‼️

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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# summary : your experiences as oikawa’s girlfriend.

# genre : fluff

# extra : reader is referred to as girlfriend, the use of the word ‘hell’, this is just a short drabble for one of my mooties

story under the cut. ♡

being oikawa’s girlfriend is no easy task. it's not like you guys have fights or anything, or you don't have time for each other... it's more like the fact that he does things that can be considered weird.. or romantic.

like on your first date. he told you to wait at the bench near the intersection by the cafe that recently opened. “i’ll still be at practice so you can wait there,” he said. liar, because he was there before you. he didn't have practice. he just wanted to get there first with a bouquet of flowers. romantic, right?

then the next incident was weird. you were over at his place for the night, since your parents were out of town visiting extended relatives. you were knocked out in his bed, drooling, body sprawled out, the most comfortable position as a pillow supported your back, stomach and head. by 11:30, you hear a sound from the bathroom. you assume it's just tooru, using the toilet, like any normal person; right? well, ten minutes past midnight you head to the bathroom—assuming he was finished. you found it odd, how he wasn't in bed with you, but you brushed it off.

as you turn the knob, the bathroom lights are on, blinding you—but your surprise outweighs it. usually the lights are off. maybe he forgot to turn them off, no biggie.

then your eyes land on him. oikawa tooru in all his glory, dressed in pajamas, his face lathered with a clay mask, all his usual skin care gathered on the bathroom counter which made it obvious he brought them in there.

“toru,” you start, struggling to contain a snicker. “what the hell are you doing?” the question leaves your mouth with giggling. “shut up, you were asleep and i didn't want to turn on the lights just to do this.” he says, washing his face with a slight pout. “i would've been fine with it,” you start to giggle loudly, your mind replaying the image over and over again. you only considered this as weird because he told you he had to sneak them in the bathroom like a theiving rat.

taglist: @kukki-kiji

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A CUPID'S ARROW !

# summary : after the text slip-up with tsukishima, you ignore him the whole day, until you receive a text message from a certain someone. part 1 here : cupid’s text

# genre : angst, w/ comfort

# chars : tsukishima kei — mentioned charas : yamaguchi, kiyoko, yachi

story under the banner!

23:44. you've woken up again. it's been an entire day, since he said it was the wrong number.

you can't actually tell who he likes. he seems nice to kiyoko, but he's pretty teasing to yachi. although he is teasing to everyone. you could ask yamaguchi but then it makes it obvious you harbor feelings for him.

maybe he doesn't like anyone, you think. that might be it, yeah. if he doesn't like anyone, you have a chance! girl you know damn well.

at this point, you may as well stop pining over a hopeless case. you feel like giving up, until your phone vibrates. you haven't used it in a couple of days, not that much since midterms are approaching.

with the lack of sleep and running on fumes, you lazily open it; lying on your side as you enter your password. there's only one notification.

1 message from tsukishima kei

oh gosh, oh gosh, oh my goodness— a MESSAGE!? from the guy you were just thinking about? maybe you're dreaming, you've finally fallen asleep and this is all a dream.

you pinch yourself. no it is not.

after almost a minute of your panic, you reluctantly and hesitantly open your messages app. at the very top, stands his name with a ‘+1’. with slightly shaky fingers, you tap on it.

“hey. i just wanted to say that i feel bad about yesterday night, and that entire wrong contract incident. you were ignoring me today, and i wanted to give you space, so i’ll tell you this. it wasn't a wrong contract. it was for you. i actually like you.”

he sends another. “oh my gosh i sound so cheesy”

then another. all in front of your eyes. “yeah, uhm, that's it. good night.”

you almost squeal, but you remember you have your parents in the next room. instead, you squirm around in bed, giggling and gushing silently to yourself like a worm with salt showered over it. girl if you don't grab that phone

you remember, it's now your turn to text him. you sigh, mulling over the words you want to say, how you want to say them — how to convey your feelings. you tap away at the keyboard that sits on your screen, before hitting send.

“hi tsukki,” you start. you're cringing already, this sounds so cheesy. “i just wanted to say that i like you back, kind of since the start of middle school when i first met you with yamaguchi. i guess we can settle it in the morning before class starts, so i hope you have a good night as well :)”

you really hope he isn't going to run off at the fact you sound like a cheesy anime MC confessing to her perfect crush under a cherry blossom tree. oh gosh, what if you scared him off?

though, something stops your train of thoughts. it's the little text bubble on your screen, the three dots disappearing and re-appearing like a pattern, until you see a message. it's his reply. it's him. you recall that it's actually him speaking and you're not in a scarily realistic dream.

his reply reads, “why not settle it now?”

you nearly fall off the bed in giddy joy

long story short, you two were officially a couple the following morning. isn't that cute?

i’m jealous of my own fanfiction.

taglist: @kukki-kiji (comment if you'd like to be tagged ^^)

author’s note : “this isn't proofread or anything, so apologies if it sounds like it has no emotion, i just wanted to finish my last fic :) ”

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# summary : takeda ittetsu

WHY DOES NOBODY TALK ABT HIM HES SO CUTE ???!;!! ilovehimsomuch 🫶🫶🫶

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CUPID’S TEXT !

# summary : you’ve liked tsukishima kei for a while now. maybe since middle school. elementary.. but it doesn't matter anymore. you get so excited when he tells you he likes you , thru text , just for him to say it was the wrong contact num. :(

# genre : angst , no comfort. (fem reader)

# chars : tsukishima kei, shimizu kiyoko

# a. note : i thought of this while listening to magnolia by laufey 😓

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walking towards the school gate , watching as kiyoko , the volleyball team’s beautiful manager ; talk to tsukishima. your shoes leaving marks in the snow as it crunches — knowing it'll just get filled out by more snow later that night. it's cold, of course, winter has no mercy to those who forget their coats.

you chase him everyday , but he doesn't think too much of it , yet.

it's so damn cold, your breath is coming out through puffs.

so here you are, running home to reach the comfort of warm, welcoming food and your bed.

“i’m home!” you call out as you open the door, taking off your shoes before rushing to your room — the smell of soup filling your nostrils.

“i’ll be going up to study, i’ll be down for dinner though!” you tell your mother through the hallway, before going in your room, throwing your bag to the side, and immediately throwing yourself onto your bed.

6:38 PM.

tossing and turning isn't exactly studying.

quickly sitting up on the bed, until a ding hits your ears , and you overthink this : a notification , a text , or it's just the weather again.

“i like you.” 6:39 PM

oh , from tsukishima.

OH.

nevermind, it's neither of those options. your cheeks are turning red.

“what??” you send back.

“shit its the wrong number”

“sorry”

hahaha you wanna throw yourself down a pit it's not even funny anymore

“it's okay” you tell him.

no it's not.

tsukishima talks to shimizu so much , shimizu is beautiful — he probably likes her , how are you supposed to compete with her !?

you should give up chasing him.

everyday since middle school , you've been chasing him. but he acts nonchalant , doesn't acknowledge it , or both.

it hurts.

you don't know what hurts most. holding your tears in your throat , or your heart aching right now.

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introduction —⁠ ☆

“my name is puddink, although it's an alias. i’m a multifandom poster, w/ my fandoms being voltron, my hero academia, bleach, hunter x hunter, death note, dungeon meshi, slam dunk, sakamoto days, one punch man, kimetsu no yaiba, cowboy bebop, neon genesis evangelion, the disastrous life of saiki k, yuyu hakusho, dr. stone, assassination classroom, blue lock, kaiju no. 8, one piece, kuroko no basket, dandadan, chainsaw man, mob psycho 100, komi can't communicate, jujutsu kaisen, (former) genshin impact, migi & dali, fire force, and bocchi the rock.”

requests — !

“YES, I can/will write..”

- char x reader, char x oc, char x char

- fluff, angst, smut, comfort

- any genre, any topic, any kind of request

“NO, I will not write..” — tw!sensitive topics

- anything involving incest, sa, any type of abuse, murder or physical violence (adult topics like yandere exempted)

˚࿔ masterlist

- cupid’s text, cupid's arrow - when tsukishima kei texts you what he says was a wrong contact accident, you fall into a line of sulking and what feels like false hope. until one certain late night text goes your way... part 1 part 2

- your experiences as oikawa’s girlfriend - you recall the times you've had with oikawa that you consider weird, romantic, or weirdly romantic.