I've Received A Couple Messages From Folks In Gaza With Terribly Heartbreaking Stories. Personally, I

Our beautiful house has become rubble 💔😫

This house was more than just walls and a roof; It was a place bearing witness to childhood memories and dreams of the future. Today, as I stand among these ruins, I search for a part of my childhood or a memory that I might hold on to, but what I see is the devastation that has affected everything. 💔🥺

But despite the pain and sadness, there is still hope within me that we are able to rebuild what the war destroyed. I cannot do this alone, but with your support and donation, together we can rebuild this home, and bring hope back to my heart and the hearts of my family.🙏🏻🥺💔

@90-ghost @vague-humanoid @northgazaupdates2 @nabulsi

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Donate to Help Yasmin's Family Find Safety and Stability, organized by Nicole E

My name is Yasmin and I am 21 years old. The war completely changed the course… Nicole E needs your support for Help Yasmin's Family Find Sa

In order to cope with my impatience for the next episode, I decided to rewatch the iconic moment Cyrus came out.... and it still had that effect on me.

I love this show and it will always be groundbreaking. EVERYONE deserves to watch it.

Somebody pls make a TYRUS version of this 😆😙💚🍋

Please help Mahmoud and his family!

I'll make this brief -- I've been asked by my friend Mahmoud to organize his campaign. Mahmoud is a 29 year old schoolteacher from Gaza and needs your generosity and support to survive, along with his family. I've spoken to Mahmoud myself and I know that his situation isn't improving, so time is of the essence.

This campaign is brand new, so we're starting at exactly $0. The goal Mahmoud has asked me to set is $35,000. This may seem insurmountable, but I know we can do this together.

Here is the link to his campaign. Please donate if you are able to, and reblog as much as you can.

$0/$35,000

Tagging for reach:

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How cruel it is for a person to find himself in a situation he never imagined… to transform from a professional, from a person who works hard to earn a living with dignity, to someone who extends his hand begging for help, not because he wants to, but because he is forced, coerced, trapped between hunger, injustice and betrayal.

Begging… is not just asking for money, but it is the loss of a part of the self, the breaking of the spirit that used to give instead of waiting for giving. We did not get here because we made a mistake, we did not choose this path, but it was imposed on us by force.

Since when did we run after screens, looking for a glimmer of hope in donation links, sending message after message, enduring embarrassment, facing rejection, being expelled from some people’s conversations as if we were a burden? Since when did this become the reality we have to live?

Do you know what is harder than hunger? Not the lack of food, nor the loss of money… but to have your dignity taken away in broad daylight, to find yourself being fought from all sides, to feel that the whole world wants you to break, to become just a beggar on the doorsteps of organizations and donations.

But we no longer expect anything from the world… not from governments, nor from politicians, nor from those who draw maps with our blood. All that remains for us is you… you are the ones who feel for us, who understand our suffering, who realize that what we are living is not life, but a daily struggle for survival.

So excuse us… we have no trick, no power, except with God and then with you.

I was writing to myself on the drafts this instantaneous writings I called:

"Why did they make us like this?!"

I'm sorry and G.N 😓💓

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Donate to My friend Shahad Dahlan in Gaza., organized by Manar Ahmed

I am raising funds for my friend in Gaza. This fund is to help her leave Gaza and move to… Manar Ahmed needs your support for My friend Shah

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I was gonna ignore this cos I thought its the same teaser again but apparently it’s a masterpiece.

Best storyline TRAILER 😭 can’t wait for Friday

I joined all the promos scenes from the next episode

Yaaaaaaaaas heeeeeeennnnnyyyyy

To all my bi friends out there‼️‼️‼️‼️

💖💜💙

Love you aaaaaaaaaaaall‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

HAPPY BI DAY‼️

happy bisexual visibility day (september 23rd) to my fellow amazing bisexuals. i love all of you guys and we don’t deserve all the shit that comes our way. bisexuality is beautiful and you should absolutely be proud of it! our community is so diverse and amazing and our history and activism is rich and beautiful!

*squeals* gotta love this

i love butch lesbian fashion icon louis tomlinson and femme lesbian fashion icon harry styles

In my Gaza, I don't search for sadness among the rubble, but rather capture the sunlight seeping through the wounds, to tell the story of a city that does not break, but rather blossoms despite everything.💓🍃

I always prefer to photograph the bright side of things.🩵

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I am raising funds for my friend in Gaza. This fund is to help her leave Gaza and move to… Manar Ahmed needs your support for My friend Shah

For the word ask game: baby

Also I'm sorry for spamming ur ask box lol ily

the way i not only have nothing for baby but i also searched for babe and i have zero mention of that either. i’m devastated. what the hell have i been writing. as an apology to not only caswen fandom but to myself, i’m gonna write a snippet that’s connected to no fic at all lmao:

“Ow,” Ricky whines, jerking away from the antiseptic soaked cotton pad.

“If you keep squirming it’s just gonna take longer,” EJ tells him as he valiantly tries to hold Ricky’s chin steady to dab carefully at the cut on Ricky’s cheek.

Ricky huffs and re-settles himself on the edge of Ashlyn’s sink, rhythmically kicking his heel against the cabinet to the beat of the song he can hear playing from the party downstairs. Briefly, EJ presses a little too hard and it stings like hell so Ricky whines again, partly for the principle of the thing but mostly ‘cause he’s just a little bitch.

“Shh, baby,” EJ murmurs distractedly, and Ricky abruptly goes still.

It’s just a stupid pet name, it’s not a big deal, EJ probably wasn’t even thinking when he said it, but Ricky runs it on loop in his brain: baby, baby, baby.

When he and Nini had been together they’d laughed at pet names, thought they were cringey and lame; Ricky especially had thought he was above all that. Now he’s sitting in EJ’s bathroom, fixated on EJ calling him baby so casually and so easily that it’s making a flush creep up Ricky’s neck and his stomach flip over on itself.

EJ keeps cleaning the cut on his cheek, apparently absolutely unaware of Ricky’s current internal little freakout.

“You still with me, Bowen?” EJ says after a few moments, tapping one of his fingers against Ricky’s jaw. Ricky swallows, tries not to think about the press of EJ’s fingers, EJ’s thumb tilting his chin up like– like a prelude to something else. He can feel the flush rising into his cheeks.

“I’m swallowing my pain,” Ricky says, and it comes out a little shaky, a little low.

Ricky watches the corner of EJ’s mouth curl up. “So brave,” EJ coos mockingly.

Now that Ricky’s paying attention, he can feel the heat of EJ bleeding into his hoodie where he’s standing between – oh, god – Ricky’s spread legs. EJ suddenly pulls away, crouching down to dig through one of the under counter cabinets and Ricky takes the opportunity to suck in a shaky breath. Get it together, Bowen.

EJ pulls up to his full height again, this time with a bandaid. “Oh, I can–” Ricky starts, but EJ’s already leaning in again.

“I got you,” EJ murmurs, and his tone is so low, so gravelly, that Ricky’s stomach swoops again. EJ gently presses the bandaid to Ricky’s cut, smoothing down the edges.

And then he’s just standing there, between Ricky’s legs, cupping Ricky’s jaw.

“Thanks,” Ricky tells him. His voice sounds very small.

EJ studies him for moment and for one brief second Ricky swears EJ’s gaze drops to his mouth but then–

“Yo, are you done? Some of us have to pee,” Kourtney says through the door and Ricky fumbles back, EJ’s hand slipping from his face. EJ moves away to let Kourtney in, looking over his shoulder at Ricky like he’s about to say something but by the time Ricky slides off the sink EJ’s already gone.

Kourtney smirks at him. “What?” he asks, a little defensively. She reaches up to tap his cheek, just over the bandaid.

“Cute,” is all she says. He glances at himself in the mirror as he’s leaving and sees what she was talking about.

The bandaid’s covered in little hearts.