Support A Family In Need ❤️

Support a Family in Need ❤️

Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.

We’ve reached 16% of our goal (€3,224/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.

This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.

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Donate to Help Mohamad reunite his family and clear his debt, organized by Adam Bin Ali

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is faci… Adam Bin Ali needs your support for Help Mohamad reunite his family

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iminconstantturmoil

2 years ago

Early Concept Art For The Original Sequel Of Puss In Boots (2011), Entitled Puss In Boots: Nine Lives

Early concept art for the original sequel of Puss in Boots (2011), entitled Puss in Boots: Nine Lives & 40 Thieves

part 1 / 2

art by Peter Zaslav

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iminconstantturmoil

8 months ago

Hello,,

My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.

Beloved of my heart (Bakr)

Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.

My House before...

Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..

The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.

Our beautiful memories.. :(

We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.

Baker used to play with his dog.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

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Donate to Hope for Gaza: Support Ashraf's Family Rebuild Their Lives, organized by Ashraf Alanqar

Hello,, My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old.… Ashraf Alanqar needs your support for Hope for Gaza: Support Ashraf's Family

With deepest gratitude,

Ashraf & the Family

You don't imagine how support can help my family secure basic needs in these difficult situations and famine .🙏🏻🙏🏻

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Donate to Help Hassan and his family get out of Gaza, organized by Mosa Salama

My name is Hassan and I am from Gaza. For ten months, I have not been able to s… Mosa Salama needs your support for Help Hassan and his fami

Now I ask that you please share their story and donate if you can bc they're very low on funds!

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iminconstantturmoil

2 years ago

I could use some 💪 luck

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iminconstantturmoil

2 years ago

Muerte/Death x Reader:

Love?

Just a short one. I wanted to write after not being able to for so long, and this'll probably be the only one I'll post after a while because exams are coming and I have, like, 2 bedrooms and an entire loft apartment I need to design + an explanation as to what design principles I chose and why I chose them, all while I'm sick and need to finish my architectural plates. So yeah xD

She's never loved anyone before.

At least not like this.

Before, she used to think that maybe love wasn't meant for her. That it was something that she wouldn't be able to reach out to and fully grasp in her hand, feel it in between her fingertips and feel its welcoming warmth in her palm and press it closely to her beating chest like she was so used to hearing about in books and in stories. That it was only something she could look at from afar and watch as others would be complete with their hold of the feeling of romance so dear that they dared trust it near their heart.

And she wasn't going to lie. She was content with that. She was content with the thought of never finding love like the others. Because maybe, maybe that's not where her life was supposed to go. And yet even though she's told herself that a plethora of times that the words were engraved in her head and in her heart, that it replaced the prayers she muttered to herself in the morning or at night, she still looked at a couple happily holding one another with the burn of wonder and jealousy that the words she had engraved so long in her heart and brain would fade.

How would it feel to have someone you could trust enough with the darkest and most destructive part of you? Trust them enough to hold you so close in a way that you would be treated as the most delicate fine china that they'd ever seen, cup your cheek with the palm of their hand and brush the soft or calloused flat of their thumb against your cheek and feel the love in that single stroke before looking at you in the eye and whisper out those words of reassurance that she's never had the privilege of hearing.

"I love you."

The words that burned through her heart and cracked the thick stone walls she's built around her heart and engraved with the words she's told herself since she had the acceptance of her lack of romance, watch as those walls crack and crumble until she's buried underneath the debris of pain and loneliness she's protected herself from after all these years.

Now, she feels the way his arms wrapped around her form, holding her as if she's the most delicate fine china she never was, feeling him laying his chin atop her head as his evened out breaths were the only sound that mattered in the dark room. She could feel the warmth of his embrace surrounding her with more care than anyone has ever given her in her life and could only lean her head against his chest, too tired of trying to fight away the love he was giving her, too tired of denying herself something that she should be receiving in the first place.

She's never loved anyone like this before. And when she goes to wrap her arm around his form, smell the lingering scent of the smoke of incense mixing with her bath products from the amounts of times he's joined her in the bath before, feel the softness of his fur in between her fingertips and feel the tip of his claws tracing mindless circles on her back, she knew she finally found the comfort of a home.

And though poets will tell people not to think of any person as such because they'll one day turn your comfort into fear, turn that love into hatred, and crush the thought of home from your mind that the sight of comfort would make your insides burn with anguish, she could only look up at his sleeping face, let the smile grace her lips and watch with a strange fascination as to how he'd come to change her life, and give him her full trust that he will remain as her home for as long as he wanted to be, and she knew she'd be doing the same.

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iminconstantturmoil

2 years ago

Nah cause. Death having a phone is basically mothers having a phone. He deadass would stare at the said device like mothers do.

HE WOULD HELP I GOTAA WRITE A SMALL ONESHOT OF THIS IN FACT IM GONNA WRITE THIS JUST FOR YOU CAUSE I NEALY SPAT OUT MY DRINK.

They/ them pronouns small part of my previous death post to those who might see this one first.

“How the hell does that small box work”? The grey wolf asked sitting next to you as you just hung up on your friend from having a small conversation about their partner.

“Oh my phone, I actually don’t know how but it’s easier to communicate then traveling miles for a month to the next state over to tell your friend about the new pair of pants you got”. He chucked at the memory from even when you were born of the many people traveling in the 1800 to deliver a message.

“Well that’s true, but it still makes me wonder about how mortals come up with stuff like this”. You paused and you started to think about it also. “It does, hey why don’t I get you a phone”? You offered. He took a minute to think about it. “Please I’ll help you figure it out”. You said your eyes filling with a bit of excitement of how you could mess with him.

“Alright”. He replied and you smiled at him and simply got up from your couch and grabbed your wallet. “Where are you going”? He asked an eyebrow raised. “To the store to get you a phone I’ll be back in about 30 minutes”. You responded heading out the door. He simply watched as your car drove off. “Aye mortals are so interesting”. He muttered to him self while reaching for the remote. He knew how to work the tv. He’s chose a random channel and waited for you to return.

After what felt like an hour you pulled up into your driveway. As soon as he heard the door shut from your car he was standing near the door. “Sorry that took longer then expected traffic was annoying”. You stated putting your wallet down, he saw the plastic bag hanging from your forearm. “Oh here hold this while I got to the bathroom”. You gave him the bag and ran to your bathroom.

He took the bag and opened it, inside there was a phone, perfume, and a small dog plush. “Why do they need this is they have me”? He slightly grumbled at the dog. Walking back out of the bathroom you grabbed the phone and in wrapped it. You turned it on did all the stuff set him up an apple/ google account.

“Now let me show you the basics”. You showed him the general stuff of how to use the camera, the phone, messages, etc. “now you try take a photo of the plushie”. You said holding the small dog plush up.

He tried to take a photo only for him not to realize that the camera was pointing to him and he took a photo of his face instead. “Send that to me later”. “Mi Amor how do you send photos”? You sigh and help him out with sending you pictures. It’s gonna be a long night.

Sorry it’s not really focused on the main idea I got carried away in the first part forgive me.

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iminconstantturmoil

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