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Created to be perfect, godlike. Fulfill your role and you will be “loved” - the perfect puppet to be manipulated. Does it make it any better whether your strings are invisible or not? If you can see them, will it change anything?

You are weak, flawed and fractured. You cry, you feel. You are not supposed to. To be imperfect is to misbehave, to cause trouble with every tear. You cannot fulfill your role as the perfect son if you cause trouble to the woman who has made you. If strength is most valuable, you are a stain - no, a very crack in the foundation.

“The first to betray me was a god. My creator, my Mother.”

So you are tossed aside, abandoned because you weren’t good enough. At every turn, at every potential for happiness, you lose another person. You are left behind. Never strong enough, never good enough for anyone to stay.

Maybe, perhaps if you were different, things would change. Maybe if you were perfect as you were meant to be, you could be—

Loved?

Because isn’t that what you want most, you unnamed child?

Name him.

Kabukimono. Strange one. Kunikuzushi. Country Destroyer. Scaramouche. The Balladeer.

Wanderer.

Pick your destiny, one you choose. Throw away your impossible, self-destructive pursuit of perfection. Godhood, the chain to wrap around a puppet’s neck, does not fit one meant to be free. Sever your strings, your limbs have long been turned real. Though you have ripped out your gifted heart from inside you, don’t you still feel the well-wishes of those who loved you? Prayers do not die, and the love from 500 years ago is not so fickle as to fade from age.

Strength, yes, in the wind that now surrounds you. A symbol of your own power, no longer borrowed from a figure you are not. Fall and rise again to learn of a life finally of your own, a vision unbounded.

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With deep sorrow, we mourn the passing of Pope Francis—a man of peace, compassion, and unwavering humanity. His voice stood boldly for justice, and his heart was open to the suffering of people around the world, especially in Gaza. He prayed for my child, Qais, after he was injured in the war. Today, I humbly ask our Christian brothers and sisters: in honor of Pope Francis, please Donate to help save Qais. Let your gift be a gesture of love and mercy in his memory.

Pope Francis was a true beacon of solidarity:

1. He repeatedly spoke out against the violence in Gaza, calling for an end to the bloodshed and suffering of innocent civilians.

2. He showed deep empathy for Palestinian women, acknowledging their strength and pain as they endured unbearable conditions.

3. He reminded the world that every child, including those in Gaza, deserves safety, dignity, and care, regardless of borders or politics.

As we say goodbye to a spiritual father who stood with the oppressed, let us carry forward his legacy. I am just a mother trying to save her son. Your donation for Qais is not just charity—it is a tribute to Pope Francis's love for peace and justice. Even a small gift can help Qais get the treatment he needs. May your kindness be a blessing for his soul and a lifeline for my child.

Donate Now Here

Please stop ✋🚨 Pope Francis died today—you're the only hope to save a child’s life 😔😭

Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #64 )🍉🇵🇸

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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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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 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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Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫

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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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Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

hii saja! while im unable to give, i truly hope you and your daughter and whatever family you have can get somewhere safe🩷

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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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Hey there! ✨💛

I hope you’re having a peaceful day! 🌷

I’m reaching out to ask for your support in sharing my family’s journey. 🌹🤲

Would you consider reblogging the pinned post on my blog?

By doing so, you could help raise awareness and protect a family facing unimaginable challenges. 🕊️

Your help truly means the world to me. 💖

Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🌺

@momenalmdhounblog

hii im so sorry about the lack of response!’

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Hello! Have you ever heard of a "city of the dead ⚰"?

It's a place where the living reside, but they're dead! They're doomed to die, either quickly through direct targeting or slowly due to the absence of vitality in their city ⚚

Wherever you turn, you find nothing but death, displacement, homelessness, destruction, hunger, thirst, ignorance, disease, and rampant infection.

It's my city! It was fully with life until the butchers passed through it! Since the beginning of the massacres, I've been struggling to save myself and my family, but in these circumstances, your support alone has been and remains a lifeline for us. We still need you. The famine has intensified, and we're struggling to get even an empty loaf of bread. The displacement conditions have become more difficult than ever because we've returned to square one after the truce was violated. I hope you will not leave us alone, spread our voices to the world, please reblog and donate if you can. Thank you

>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters

Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people

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someone on pinterest told me ‘they’re minors💀’ to a post about a gor3-ish sketch of mine for an au im writing… the promised neverland is quite literally a horror.. 😭

people write angst and horror tpn fics (the ones i’ve seen quite literally were just gore w/no plot) but i swear - ONE AU of some kid from the escape group dying and they hit me with the ‘they’re minors💀’ hun im a minor too wdym

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this is my son

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NEED FERALNETTE TO BITCH SLAP HER!!!

The Other Marinettes React to the Sublime Incident

MariLan: (Her hand grips her sword, trembling) You bring dishonor to your family, and to our name.

Mari De Vil: Darling, you're vile! And I skin animals for pete's sake!

The Jestress: I may be a lunatic, but I'm a progressive lunatic! Back off girls! *Pulling out a vile of Jestress venom* This creep is mine.

Iron Gal: *Suiting up* Sorry, stalker. I got metal legs that aren't as easy to ruin.

Heranette: *Eyes glowing* Such behavior is deserving of a trip to Tartarus.

MariDeath: *A grim smile as she swings her scythe* Perhaps you need a reminder to fear the reaper...

Miss Fortune: So you like dressing up as an akuma to torment some innocent kid? Even I wouldn't stoop to your level.

Shadynette: Y'know, Sublime, if you ever need me to poison this bitch, gimme a call.

@artzychic27 @msweebyness @nerd-chocolate

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Holding onto Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab, and I just want to take a moment to say thank you. Your kindness, your generosity, and your willingness to listen have meant more to me and my family than I can ever express.

When I first shared my story, I didn’t know what to expect. I was scared, exhausted, and uncertain if anyone would care. But you did. You showed up. And because of you, hope feels a little less distant today.

💛 Our Journey So Far

With your support, we’ve been able to find small moments of relief in the midst of overwhelming hardship. Every donation, every share, and every kind message has given us the strength to keep going.

But our struggle isn’t over. Every day, we are reminded of what we’ve lost and the challenges that still lie ahead.

🏠 Still Searching for Stability: We are doing everything we can to secure a safe and steady future. 😢 The Pain of Loss Never Fades: The absence of 25 loved ones weighs heavily on us every day. 💔 Dreams Still on Hold: Survival takes all our strength, but we still believe in rebuilding.

🚀 How You Can Help Us Keep Going

Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

💛 A $10 donation may seem small, but to us, it’s a lifeline. 💛 A reblog can help us reach someone who can support us.

If you can’t donate, just sharing this post helps more than you know. Every share is another chance for someone to see our story, to care, and to help.

🙏 You Are Part of Our Story

Your support isn’t just about donations—it’s about reminding us that we are not forgotten. That there is still kindness in the world. That even in the darkest times, there are people who care.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for helping us get this far. You are part of our story now.

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and Family ❤️

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hey

my brother got disowned and we’re nc

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guys i need to get into welcome to eltingville how do i do it