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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

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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[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

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 🤍

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[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Hello,

I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿

I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.

Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

@aboodfmly

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[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

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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[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Sorry for not posting, like at all. I've been like super busy and tired, and I'm moving.

I'm getting back into old fandoms, and tmnt is working my brain dry, but someday I'll write again

[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Help a Family in Need

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.

As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.

In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.

Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.

Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.

Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.

Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.

Adam

✅ Vetted by Association: @bilal-salah0

Donate & share: Donation Link

[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

THIS IS SO FIRE??

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Scary...

@spidamaan @z0e-f4ngs @strawberrydreqms @stray-d0gs

I am making so many “hey mutuals!” posts but this one is serious and it applies to everyone who sees this post actually. PLEASE REBLOG.

I just had to block someone with this flag as their pfp -

For those who don’t know, this is the MAP pride flag. This flag represents pedophiles.

Please reblog so people know that they are not welcome anywhere. Mutuals I BETTER see y’all reblogging this

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please consider donating to @save-amal-family.

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Hello, I am Tareq from Gaza. I am trying to save my family from the genocide happening here. I ask for your help in spreading my story and donating any amount, no matter how small. The situation is extremely difficult, and food prices have skyrocketed in Gaza. Please don't forget to share the latest post from my page so that compassionate hearts may see this plea and help spread the story to the world . Thank you.

https://gofund.me/481656bc

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I need to write so bad, but I'm literally turning into dust. I swear

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[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Dear Lesbians,

I am sending you this message because you are the kindest people in the world.

Please Help Me My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I am in desperate need of your help. My son’s life is hanging by a thread, and he may not survive without urgent medical treatment This was after he was shot by an Israeli drone He was critically injured in his feet.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him – either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

Please Donate now:👇👇

https://gofund.me/dd7ddc34

‎‏Thank you for your compassion and support during this critical time.

#free palestine

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Sorry for never posting. I've been busy with stuff :(

(I'll try to get a fic out for the holidays, but 3 fingers of mine are broken, so we'll see☹️)

[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Bay! Donatello x Reader

Warnings!

Suicide, Suicide attempt, depression, Reader needs a break, Severe worry, Yandere tendency, Yandere Donatello

Overall, dark content.

818 words

It had been a long week, a long month, a long year even. You were just so tired of it all.

It was the same shit every single goddamn day. Wake up, 6:30 AM, get ready for work, Eat to keep your iron levels up, text donnie you're heading out to work and that you love him, get on the subway at 8 AM, work your ass of until 9 PM, get back on the subway, struggle with your shitty lock cause your landlord refuses to fix it, change into home clothes and pass out. Everyday for the past two years.

You were so sick and tired of getting yelled at by customers, everyday. About the stupidest shit ever too.

At this point you’re just really fucking tired of being alive. You had talked to Donnie about it a couple times, he always said the same thing, that he was here for you and he’ll always help. But after so long that doesn't matter, It gets dilaudid to just words, their meaning being lost a long time ago.

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You weren't thinking right, your body moves aimlessly but swiftly, akin to a ghost.

You saunder your way to the bathroom, mind blank and fuzzy, but won’t shut up. Like TV static, Loud and annoying but quiet at the same time. You felt desensitized to your own body and mind. Before you could really think about what you were doing, you were in the bathroom, the medicine drawer open, the bottle of medication taken out and opened on the counter.

You slugged back pill after pill, leaning your head down into the sink to drink from the tap. You take a deep breath and flop down on the bathroom floor, the tiles cold on your flushed skin. It felt nice, cooling.

Your head spun and you gagged and held vomit down every so often. Your hand digs into your pocket, fishing for your phone. Taking out earbuds and some gum before getting to the cold device.

Struggling to work your hands, the phone drops and cracks a little on the tile. You let out a groan of annoyance but pick it up and eventually end up unlocking it.

Opening your missed texts from the last few hours well you were at work. A few from Donnie, nothing important, he had just been asking what you were doing. Ah he must have checked your location.

You struggle to type, but you manage to type what you can. Just a short “I love you, stay safe Donnie.” You let your phone slide off your hands to the ground. You wrap your arms around your torso. You really wished donnie was here… you hadn’t seen him in a couple days due to work and whatnot. Your eyes fill with salty tears and regret. You really missed Donnie.

The pinging of your phone keeps you grounded. Donatello was spamming you. Looks like he got the point of the message…

A few cold, silent minutes pass. You sit slumped against your bathroom wall. You quickly jump from your pretty much passed out state by the sound of the lock of your bedroom window being snapped off.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you hear Donnie’s footsteps racing to your living room, past the bathroom. “Sweetie? Please- where are you.” Godamnit he sounds like he’s crying. You can hear a small sniffle and his gear shifting along with him. Soon enough your bathroom door swings open with a very worried looking donnie staring down at you.

He sees the empty and discarded pill bottle, His eyes widen and he brings a hand to his mouth. Oh, how such a small thing tells such a gut wrenching story…. He bends down and places a cold hand on your jaw.

“Oh- honey..” He hugs you gently, rubbing your back in slow circles. He picks you up by under your arms, then brings you to lean over the toilet. He lifts the seat and bends you over the water. “Okay… just hold on sweets” He gingerly held the bottom of your jaw, prying it open before shoving two fingers down your throat, hitting your gag reflex pretty hard. Donnie quickly takes his fingers out as you gag and puke into the toilet.

“Good job, keep puking. You got it..” With your puke comes tears, you didn’t know what you were thinking, you were upset and didn’t know what to do.

A couple minutes of puking passes and you slump against Donnie, his cool plastron being nice against your hot and flushed body. He rubbed a hand up and down your forearm with sweet coo’s of reassurance.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice was shaky but relieved. “I think I’ve done enough.” You huff and rest against him. Too tired to hear or really care what happens next.

“Let’s get you home.”

[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

I love him so much omd

may I request a 2012 Donnie x reader where reader gets a lot of cuteness aggression over Donnie all the time. Like reader just thinks he's the cutest ever (cuz he is) and promptly gnaws his arm or squeezes him in the tightest hug the can manage, etc.

2012 donnie x reader

You cup Donnie’s face with your hands so gently. He immediately thinks that you want a kiss. He’s obviously eager to give you want you want. He leans down when suddenly, your grip goes tighter and his lips smush together from the force.

“You’re so cute!” You squeak, squeezing his face even harder. He stared at you, bemused.

“What are you doing?” He managed to get out before you let go of him and hugged him tightly around his torso. He stumbled with the force of it, surprised at the sudden strength you had. “Um?”

You had attempted to say something, but your face was pressed so close to his plastron that it was too muffled for him to understand.

He patted your back unsurely before choking on a breath when your arms tightened. You felt like a cobra snake tightening around his lungs.

“Are… you… okay?” He wheezed out, still worriedly looking down at you. You looked up at him with a large smile.

“I am so happy.” You rubbed your face against his shell, grip loosening just a slight bit. He gulped in some air. “Ugh. You’re so cute.”

“Thanks?”