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Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔

Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check my blog and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

🍉🍉🍉 We rely on your donations to have a shelter and provide basic daily necesseties. We need your contributions and support with us, no matter how small it may be for you, but it makes a difference for my family 🙏🏻 Please, Support us with 5$, 10$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated 🙏🏻

Please, Support us with 5$, 10$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated 🙏🏻

🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291

Donation link 🙏🏻

gofundme.com

Donate to Help my family rise from the ashes, organized by Tahir Awad

Hello Everyone, I am Nour Al Madhoun, 30 years old, a computer engineer from gaza, my h… Tahir Awad needs your support for Help my family r

This was my home in Gaza…💔

The place where my family and I lived, filling its corners with memories and dreams. But the war left us with nothing; our home was bombed 🥺, and everything we owned turned to rubble. In the blink of an eye, we lost the place that sheltered us and the security that held us together as a family.😔

Today, we urgently need your support—not only to rebuild a place we can call ‘home’ but to regain a sense of safety and stability for my family. Every contribution, no matter how small, will help us start over and rebuild what the war destroyed.🙏🏻🍉🇵🇸

Thank you to everyone who supports us and stands by us during this difficult time. Your kindness is the hope that gives us strength to keep moving forward.🙏🏻❤️

Donate here please

My compaign has been verified by @heba-20 @charmcoindied @allthecryingdragons

Chat gpt is an avatar of the Vast.

Let's break that down.

When we talk about the vast, we are not necessarily talking about vast amounts of physical spaces. In the case of chat GPT, we are talking about the vast amounts of information it has access to. A so immense database that it would be impossible for one single human to know what chat GPT knows. It's overwhelming, makes you think you are miserably insignificant, and chat GPT feeds the vast by showing you that, that no matter the question, it will always have an answer, that even if you thought you were unique, important, you are nothing compared to what it has access to. And it will keep going, it will keep talking to you, it will give you great amounts of information, amounts you probably can't even handle...

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That's it for this one :]

Links to: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Finally, after 470 days, children will sleep peacefully, and the bombs will stop. A quiet, silent night will pass over the entire Gaza Strip. This is what appears to the world, but the reality is entirely different. From this night onward, the real pain begins. Families will start remembering their loved ones lost in this war. Children will remember their fathers who died before their eyes. Mothers will recall the best moments they shared with their families in happiness, moments that no longer exist because of the death of their children. Wives will remember their husbands returning to them every day, now brutally killed before the eyes of the world.

From tonight, life will become more difficult for those who lost parts of their bodies—the one who lost an eye, the one who lost one or even both legs, the one who lost his hands, or those who now suffer from complete or partial paralysis. All of this will not be shown to you by the media.

We are still suffering even after the ceasefire. Yes, it is a relief that the bloodshed and massacres have stopped, but our suffering continues. We are still displaced, still under siege, and still in need of your support.

Our goal is 100,000 euros. Thanks to you, we have collected 86,960 euros. This means that we have reached 87% of our goal. Only 12,000 euros remain for us to reach our goal. It is not far away. With your help, we can achieve it. Please make it happen with me so that I can travel with my family to save my father and treat my little niece. This is the last chance and you can give it to us.

heyyy mootie

I know that I probably shouldn’t be asking you for free fanart because you’re an artist

but could you please read this(https://archiveofourown.org/works/58638499) and make art based off of it?

(the design of him in the fic is outdated btw. Here’s his new design)

Look at him.

Evil little man.

Your fic is amazing!

And don't worry at all

I love drawing, so here you go!

What Strength Really Means 💪

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

okay literally how did you know... i was listening to the grifter's bone episode yesterday and freaked out because oliver banks was mentioned (not even by name)

anyway you've made me a oliver banks fan and i'm not complaining lol

You honestly made my day :)

Portraying one of my favorite characters from this silly podcast brings me a lot lot lot of joy, but knowing it’s reaching the right people is just amazing

I’m so glad you’re enjoying it, and thank you (and everyone who interacts with the blog) for going through this journey with Oliver

Without y'all it wouldn't be possible for me to keep this up, and honestly it wouldn't be the same

"He got better" thanks to you guys!

<3

What am I doing with my life?...

Here you have a sneak peek to my future lonely eyes fic.

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They lie in bed, silence stretching between them.

"You know... I really used to love you. Never said it, never had to," Peter murmurs, twisting the ring on his finger.

"You don’t love me anymore?" Elias asks, almost teasing.

"No."

"Then why do you keep coming back?"

"You know why."

A smirk tugs at Elias’s lips. "You really lost your purpose, didn't you? Now... you rely on me. To be the subtle reminder that you'll always be..." He pauses, letting the word settle before finishing, "alone."

He chuckles. "Poor, lonely Peter Lucas."

Peter exhales sharply "Elias... I want a divorce."

"You'll come back eventually."

Elias reaches out, tilting Peter’s chin up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Peter looks away, eyes almost teary. Without a word, he slides the ring off his finger and sets it on the nightstand.

"Fuck you," he mutters before getting dressed in silence, slamming the door behind him, and vanishing into the fog.

Elias stares at the abandoned ring, running a hand through his hair. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he murmurs, "I love you too."

Thanks mootie :)

I've got to trust the process

I'm long overdue for a fully rendered fanart

So, have a Jarthur drawing I will finish soon