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Anti-cop poster spotted in Seattle

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I know you receive a lot of requests from blogs and such,

but this is real one

Islam, a 27-year-old from Gaza, is asking you to read his story and engage with it.

Even if you can't donate, sharing his story helps him be heard and

encourages others to donate.

His mother has cancer due to the ongoing genocide she is not receiving treatment and is very ill

Islam needs your support

He is vetted by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi list N.332

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10/10 dad joke

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Save us from the Gaza war

I am Diab, a medical student from Gaza. I was steadily moving toward my dream of becoming a doctor, studying diligently despite all the difficulties, dreaming of the day I would wear a white coat and treat patients. But suddenly, the war came, sweeping away my dreams as it did my home. I lost everything; all I have left are my books and a few papers. Today, I live in a tent amidst the devastation, trying to cling to whatever remains of my hope.

Life in Gaza is no longer possible, not only because of the destruction, but also because the future here has become uncertain, and completing my studies has become almost impossible. I appeal to those with compassionate hearts and humanitarian organizations to help me leave Gaza and complete my education in a safe environment, where I can realize my dream and one day return to serve my people and my family.

My father had a frozen food shop where we made a living. Now, there's nothing we can do to make ends meet💔💔🍉

We're living in a crisis. There's no food or healthy drink. Everything is expensive. There's nowhere to go amidst this war. We live in a tent💔💔.

Any help, no matter how small, could be the step that saves my future. If you can help or know someone who can, please don't hesitate to support and share.🍉♥️

Donate to us, even if it is a little.🍉

Thank you♥️

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🚨 THREE DAYS WITHOUT DONATIONS 🚨

It's been days... and the donations have stopped. 🍉‼️

💔 We are a family in Gaza:

- Father: Elderly and sick

- Us: Women struggling to survive

- Reality: No food, no income, no support

The situation is becoming unbearable. Prices are rising. Our resources are running out.

It’s been three days since we’ve received any help. 📉

💸 Even a small donation can make a world of difference.

👉 5 can give us food for a day.

👉 10 can help with medicine for our father.

👉 $20 can buy us essential supplies.

Your "support" can change everything. Don't let us go another day without help.

Even if you can't donate, sharing this message can reach someone who can.

Please, help us survive this. We need your help now. 🙏

*Vetted by:

»»@90-ghost ✅ here

*Donation link:

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Hey guys

This is old but it did well on twitter so I'm putting it here too now that I've moved.

Original colour version that I never posted:

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who remembers the glee kink meme and that one fic where klaine were cave men

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You can donate to the Al-Qazzaz family's Chuffed campaign here:

The Al-Qazzaz family has been vetted by @gazavetters and is (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.

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Due to some bullshittery on gofundme's part, Musab has lost access to all the funds they had previously gathered and is one of the many Palestinian who now must restart their fundraiser from the ground up at 0.

( VETTING: #520 on the Gazavetters document )

And due to Tumblr's bullshittery marking multiple posts as "sensitive content" for no discernable reason and targeting Palestinian fundraisers to hide them, I will instead hyperlink to Musab's fundraiser instead of a direct link in order to try get past the flagging.

Please donate if you can here. They're very low on donations.

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i had a fever dream about hrt gummies

[tip me im broke lol]

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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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🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨

I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.

My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.

💔 The war took everything from us.

In just moments, my entire world collapsed.

My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.

My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.

Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.

We used to live a simple life.

We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.

Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.

Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.

Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.

This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.

We are now struggling to afford even the basics:

A home, food, medicine, and safety.

Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.

Even $10 💵 can help us:

Buy food for the children 🍞

Get essential medicine for my father 💊

Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥

Give them a small sense of safety

If you can’t donate, you can still help.

🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.

You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.

We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.

🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.

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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