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@/muffin_art_m HAS DONE IT AGAIN ‼️‼️

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how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

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Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

🕊️❤️🌹🙏🏻

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Hello,

My name is Najwa, and I am the mother of a little girl named Salma. We lost our home due to the tragic events in Gaza 🇵🇸, and now we live in a small tent in southern Gaza, struggling to survive the freezing winter ❄️. Salma shivers every night, and I am unable to provide her with the warmth or food she desperately needs.

Please, I beg you, I kiss your feet and plead from the depths of my heart—could you donate even one dollar? This small amount could save my little girl from the same fate as eight people, including seven children, who recently died from the freezing cold in Gaza.

💔 Donation Link:

https://gofund.me/10052025

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Please help me save the lives of my family and children from the bitter cold. Your contribution, even if it is five euros, will save lives. 💔

Thank you for your courage. 🙏

https://www.gofundme.com/f/urgent-help-needed-a-journey-from-gaza-to-safety

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Ahmed Munir Al-Anqar: A Father's Cry from the Heart of Gaza 💔

My name is Ahmed Munir Al-Anqar, I am 34 years old, a father of four children: Qusai (12 years old) 🧒, Jouri (7 years old) 👧, Mohammed (4 years old) 👦, and Adam (1 year old) 👶. My wife, Heba (27 years old) ❤️, is my partner through this harsh journey. We are a small family who once lived with hope despite the difficult circumstances, but the recent war on Gaza has left us with nothing but pain and devastation. 😔

A Home Reduced to Rubble, Dreams Buried Underneath 🏚️

Our home, where we once felt safe, built our memories, and nurtured our children's dreams, is now nothing more than a pile of rubble. 🏳️ The sound of bombs and missiles was faster than our fleeing footsteps, and we barely managed to escape with our trembling souls. 😢

The Journey of Displacement�� From Destruction to the Unknown 🚶‍♂️🛑

We were forced to flee to the south of Gaza, seeking refuge in an overcrowded school 🏫. But here, nothing resembles life:

No clean drinking water 💧🚱

No electricity ⚡❌

No proper sanitation 🚽❌

No medicine for sick children 💊❌

My children sleep on a cold floor 🛌🥶, their little stomachs aching from hunger and thirst. 🍞 My youngest son, Adam, cries all night 😭, and Jouri asks me every day: "When will we return home, Daddy?" 🥺 And I… I have no answer.

A Father's Plea to Your Hearts ❤️🙏

I am not asking for much. I am simply asking for a chance at a dignified life for my children 🏠💝, a roof to shelter them, clean water to quench their thirst 💦, and medicine to ease their pain. 🩹

Any contribution, no matter how small, can bring us a glimmer of hope 🌟 and allow me to look into my children's eyes without feeling helpless. 🥹

Help us give our children their right to live. 🕊️

Every donation makes a difference. 🤝

Vetted by gaza vetters #7

Donation Link:Insert link here🔗

From the heart of Gaza, under skies raining fire 🔥☁️, I send you this message… Please help us. 🙏

Ahmed Munir Al-Anqar 🖤

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Hello friends, I hope you share this post in the hope of reaching people who can donate to help us stay alive. Happy New Year.

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I am Ahmad, and I am in desperate need of your help. I have four children, and we are living in extremely difficult conditions. My little children are enduring an unbearably harsh life, and my youngest, Adam, who is only one year old, is suffering from malnutrition. I need some money to buy him medicine and food. Please, do not ignore my plea. Even a small donation can help me save my little child. 😭😭

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In this harsh winter, the cold is always with us. Every night, I pull my children into my arms in a desperate attempt to shield them from the cold air seeping through the small cracks in our tent. No heating, no clothes to protect them from the biting wind. This is our reality, where one nearly forgets oneself in the midst of the fight for survival. ❄️

Each day carries a new fear. Will we manage to warm ourselves tonight? Will we find food to feel warmth from the inside? These were my daily questions, as I watch my children try to sleep in indescribable conditions. 😔

Our support campaign started as a lost hope in a storm, but with every contribution, no matter how small, I feel a beam of light illuminating the way. 🌟 It wasn't just donations; it was moral support that gave me the strength to continue fighting. Thanks to God, and to all those who supported us, we managed to overcome some difficulties. But the challenges are not over yet. 🙏

I need your support now more than ever. Every contribution, no matter how small, means so much to us. You are the hope we cling to in this harsh winter. ❤️

• ️Vetted by @gazavetters ( #334 )

Thank you from the bottom of my heart 💕

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Hi, I hope you are well. 💙

Please help me donate and share my story, contributions can save lives, 🍉🙏 from cold, hunger and disease, thank you

https://gofund.me/97d0fcfd

✅️My number has been verified by @gazavetters, and my number has been verified on the list (#282)✅️

Please donate if you can.

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Call for Help 🆘🚨

Support a Mother's Struggle for Her Children 🇵🇸

Dear friends,

My name is Nasreen, a 37-year-old mother of four: Leila (13), Amal (8), Mohamed (4), and baby Samaa (1). We are a family of seven, living in Gaza with my ailing mother and my brother Islam. After losing my children's father, I became their sole provider, striving to offer them safety and a decent life amidst the devastation.

We lost our home, and our current shelter offers no protection from the cold. My children, who used to laugh and play, now suffer from fear and hunger. We lack food, milk for baby Samaa, diapers, warm clothing, and medication for my mother. My brother does his best to support us, but job opportunities are almost nonexistent, and we survive on scarce aid that barely meets our basic needs.

I now turn to you in a moment of desperation, asking for your help. Your support can provide my family with warmth, food, and hope. If you cannot donate, please share our story so it may reach those who can help us.

Thank you for standing by us in our darkest times 🙏❤️

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #334 )✅️

You can visit our Instagram account

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I'm not asking for a lot of money, I just need a little to buy bread and some vegetables for my kids and milk and diapers for my baby Sama. 💔🙏

My campaign is verified by @gazavetters, (#334)

https://www.gofundme.com/f/struggle-of-a-mother-for-survival

Please donate if you can

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Youtube comments are wild sometimes 💀💀💀

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weird girl !!

♡ : i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, d. kaminari

☆ : fluff, crack, suggestive (ish)

❀ : inspired by these rafe fics

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MOODSWINGS- S. GOJO

you'd been slipping away from gojo for weeks now. but he'd do anything to get you back. cw: angst, saddness, gojo being gojo, failing relationship, happy ending song: moodswings by 5sos

"I CAN TELL WHEN YOU'RE SLIPPING FROM ME. EVEN WHEN IT'S ONLY SUBCONCIOUSLY."

It had started small. A dull ache in his chest as he watched you slide closer and closer towards the edge of the bed, no longer sleeping in his arms. He couldn’t place the emotion but every breath, every glance that didn’t meet his eyes, every time you speed walked past his office, he felt you slipping away from him.

Gojo sat with his head bowed on the edge of your bed. His blindfold lay abandoned on the table, exchanged for his sunglasses.

His fingers twitched against his knees as he waited for you to come home from work. Despite working together, the two of you hadn’t come home together in a while. You used to walk side by side, laughing and sharing stories about your day, but those distant memories began to fade in his mind.

The sound of the bedroom door unlocking snapped him out of his thoughts and he straightened reflexively. Your footsteps were soft on the hardwood floor as you made your way to your bathroom, getting ready for bed.

“Goodnight, Satoru.”

You smiled as you climbed into bed, clinging to the pillow as you fell asleep, your body angled away from him.

It’d been weeks since Satoru last felt your warmth in his arms. Weeks since he’d woken up to the feeling of you pressed against his chest. He wasn’t sure exactly when you’d left his arms but the distance between the two of you continued to grow.

He missed you. Every morning when he woke up, he craved your touch. He craved for the sound of your laugh. But settled for hearing it across the break room when you spoke with Shoko. It wasn’t the same, but it was all he had left.

But it wasn’t until one night in the rain as the two of you waited for the first years to finish a mission that Gojo truly understood you and why the distance had first started.

“Satoru. Do you like the man you’ve become since high school?”

Your eyes avoided his, but your voice stayed steady. It caught him off guard and he let out a laugh, joking about he was the strongest.

He hadn’t noticed the way your fist clenched, and your lips pursed as he waited for your response.

“Right.”

He’d started coming home late last week. He told himself it was because he had missions but truly, he was just avoiding the emptiness of your home. You’d noticed but didn’t wait up for him. Now, his dinner sat on the counter- neatly cling-wrapped with sticky notes atop it.

‘Microwave.’ Or ‘soda in fridge’.

Nothing more than a few words, distant and impersonal. But with the care you had for him when you first gotten married. You always remembered his love for sweet foods and drinks.

As he sat in bed with you, backs facing each other, he wondered how this all started- trying to pinpoint when exactly you’d started slipping away from him. Your question rang through his ears.

“Do you like the man you’ve become since highschool?”

He didn’t have an answer. Not one he wanted to say aloud.

He came home early one day and saw you sitting on the sofa, staring at your wedding ring and twisting it around your finger. The sunlight lit up your face in a way that reminded Gojo of your wedding day. But there was a look in your eyes that he couldn’t ignore.

He crept up on you and asked you what you were thinking about.

“Just remembering.”

He hadn’t pressed further. But he wished he had. He buried himself in missions to pick up extra money. He had enough but he’d managed to convince himself that the more he provided for you, the more you wouldn’t want to leave. But that wasn’t the root of the issue.

Especially when he overheard a conversation you were having with Shoko during a lunch break.

“I don’t even know who he is anymore, Shoko,” you’d sighed. “It’s like he’s a completely different man than the one I married.”

Shoko’s response was drowned out by the thumping of his heart. The words felt like a slap in the face, even if they weren’t meant for him to hear.

He wanted to argue- to burst in the room and tell you that he was the same as the man you’d married. But was he really?

“Do you like the man you’ve become since high school?”

The question had haunted him for a while, playing on loop in his mind whenever he saw your face.

It’d been a while since you’d yelled at him. Arguments went unsaid between you two. Not until he came home battered and bloody after a mission. Hurt but victorious.

“Satoru, what the HELL? Why didn’t you go to Shoko?”

You’d rushed to his side to take care of him, using the first aid kid to take care of and clean his wounds. It would be a lie to say that he hadn’t considered getting injured again to feel your touch more often.

That night, he watched the rain fall and run down the side of the window as the two of you continued your dance of sleeping with your backs to each other.

He turned for a moment to reach out to you, his hand hovering inches above your shoulder as you slept. But he couldn’t bring himself to reach you. Instead, he let his hand fall back to his side.

From that day forward, he pledged to become the man you married. He started coming home on time, even offering to drive you home.  

You hadn’t seen the inside of his Tesla in weeks. It seemed the same but different all at the same time.

“When’d you get this pink umbrella?” you glanced to the side door of the passenger seat. “Got it for ya,” he kept his eyes on the road.

His comment wasn’t anything special. He’d gotten you things all the time before. But it stuck with you.

Small gestures like this became a routine with Gojo, something you now looked forward to. You felt yourself easing into comfort in his presence. The past rigidity you felt melting away as Gojo put in more and more effort.

Your dinners were less lonely than before, now consisting of talking about each other’s days. He asked about your day with a genuine curiosity and followed up about ‘that one curse that looked like elvis’ among other topics. Gojo had even managed to make you laugh multiple times per meal. And for the first time in a while, it hadn’t felt forced.

But what really brought everything home was the day you came up to his office during lunch instead of eating with Shoko, bento box in hand.

“Don’t forget to eat, Toru,” you placed the box on his desk.

He blinked up at you, his surprise quickly melting into a warm smile that made your heart flutter as if you were falling for him all over again.

“Thank you, sweet girl.”

And to an extent, you were falling in love with him all over again.

Gojo went out of his way to be present in your life, even in the smallest moments. Every morning that he didn’t have a mission, he would wake you up with plates of fluffy pancakes or scrambled eggs and your favorite tea.

But it wasn’t just the gestures that made a difference. It was the small moments- the way he’d reach for your hand subconsciously, the way he’d text you during missions to check in and update you, the way he’d sit next to you in the evenings even when you were both too tired to talk.

One night, as the rain slid down the windows, he turned to you in bed. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He reached out, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. For a moment, you stiffened before melting into him, your head resting against his chest.

“You’re warm,” you said softly. “Yeah?” “I missed this,”  you hummed against his chest. “Me too.”

© 2024 SEOUPS do not plagiarize, steal, translate or repost my works on any platforms!

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Hello 👋,

I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and I’m reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. 😞

The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. 💔

Your support can make a difference. Whether by reading our story, donating, or sharing our campaign with others, you can help us reunite, find safety, and start anew. 🙏🕊

Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for your kindness, compassion, and solidarity during this difficult time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/58268669 🔗

Please help Aziz and his family.

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Kuroo's knees would buckle the first time you surprise him with a kiss, especially in the beginning/before your relationship.

He would even use it as an opportunity to pull you closer, you know, since he lowered his body already. For the first time, you have your chest in the same height as his so you can feel his heart pounding against yours — still trying to understand what's happening, stunned for a moment, almost laughing.

However, his arms would wrap around you so fast. At first it was just for stability, just so he wouldn't fall over you, but then he feels your body between his legs and he doesn't even take time to adjust his height. Kuroo just pulls your body impossibly closer, trying to stand up straight as he brings you up with him; just then you remember how much taller he is, when you're suddenly on your tiptoes since he won't let go of your lips.

His touch is borderline heavy. It feels like he's pulling you down onto him like an anchor, his fingers digging your waist — and if you wrap your arms around his neck, his hand would part, one for your lower back and one for your neck, and he would pull you even closer. There's so much weight to it, to how he melts above you, fully leaning over your body; you'd be worried about falling back if his grip wasn't so steady.

You try to let go after what feels like hours for breath, pushing his chest away, “Tetsu, wait-” your face barely far enough for you to look back at him when you notice: he doesn't even open his eyes before pulling you back. Furrowed eyebrows, his lips shaping in a way you could feel him containing a smile against your lips, his grip somehow tighter as he starts backing you up against something — anything, really, to ground himself, because he has no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

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stop telling your teenage daughters who say they don't want kids that they'll change their mind