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Save my orphan children

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

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why have i been disgraced

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Hello love :)

I have a few flowers for you to choose from and because I like a riddle and they are very beautiful, you are getting images. Say the word and I will give you names instead, but if you choose a different prompt, I certainly won't mind, either.

You know which ships I like - there's just one of the flowers which doesn't really work for Marchingband (yellow with long stems), but, like, you could definitely find a way around that, too :)

Here they are:

Why what a wonderful idea, I loved guessing all the flowers, even if some took me a little while XD I don't know my flower names in English... (And I'm not great at identifying flowers, that should be something I could call my good friend for, the Identify spell ;) Just kidding <3)

Now, I do hope you enjoy this fic I have cooked up for you, as I have aimed to put not one but TWO of the flowers into one fic. It is unfortunately not MarchingBand, and I hope you will forgive me for that, dear... Enjoy!

Prompts: Yellow Carnation – I have failed you. Now what?; and Borage - *screams* I LOVE YOU, OKAY?!

Pairing: Thasmin (Yes well, not MarchingBand but I think you'll like this as well!), and actually also Thirteen/TARDIS and a bit of Yaz/TARDIS? Or even TARthasmin?

Rating: Teen and Up

Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort

Words: triple drabble 2k

Because I love you

Yaz felt her body lifted into the air in a single moment, higher and higher, and she knew that at some point, she was going down, not up, but there was no ground underneath to catch her, only an eternally dark abyss.

The Doctor had promised to keep her safe.

Now Yaz was falling to certain death, and she closed her eyes, that unspoken confession on her lips. She thought, for the last time, of the blue spaceship that had carried them here, that had protected and loved the Doctor for hundreds, maybe thousands of years.

Her body fell and fell, her consciousness drifting away already, detached from the physical harm she would take.

The world snapped into focus, and when Yaz looked around, she was… inside the TARDIS? Had she not been falling a moment ago? Looking down to her body, Yaz found it to be translucent, and she let out a sigh.

That was it, then.

She was a ghost, haunting the TARDIS and the Doctor after her death until she eventually degraded to a mumbling shell, a whisp of a time long past, caught up in the seconds before death.

“Yaz!” the Doctor yelped, quickly wiping at her cheeks. Had she been crying?

“Hiya, Doctor,” Yaz said, quietly, her voice raspy, and she didn’t know whether the Doctor could hear, not until she hurried over and attempted to wrap her arms around Yaz’s see-through form.

Understanding dawned on the Doctor’s face, and after the moment of vulnerability and relief, the Doctor’s face emptied, doors slammed shut as she looked away. She was muttering to herself as she paced in front of Yaz, and only when Yaz waved a shining hand in front of her face did the Doctor look back up. “Hey, what’s going on?” Yaz asked, trying to keep her tone light despite being fairly certain she had just died and was now a ghost.

“I’ve failed you,” the Doctor whispered, so quiet to try and hide the tremble in her voice, and yet overflowing with pain and sorrow. “What now? Yaz, I didn’t mean for you to get hurt, to- I’m sorry. I failed you. And now you’re dead down in that place where I can’t get you.”

“Ah, pf, the TARDIS can navigate anywhere, can’t she? You can do it, Doctor, I believe in you,” Yaz said, carefully putting more cheerfulness into her voice to compensate for the Doctor’s lack thereof.

Eyes gleaming furiously with tears bored into her, and the Doctor cried, “I can’t! Don’t you understand!? If I could, I would have! But the-“ In one breath, her anger went out of her, and all that remained was quiet resentment and regret. “The abyss is riddled with time storms that would tear the TARDIS apart in a heartbeat. I… can’t lose you both to that.” Where she stood, the TARDIS had materialised a beanbag for her to slump into, and the Doctor crumbled, shoulders shaking only barely, and more with the effort it took to keep herself contained than anything else.

“You know it’s not your fault, though, right?” Yaz murmured after a while. She had to the best of her ability settled cross-legged in front of the Doctor, looking at her distant, empty eyes. “That was always the risk of travelling with you. Accidents… happen.”

“Do you know why we were here?” the Doctor asked, her face impassive and lifeless as she spoke. Yaz sat quietly and listened, too scared an interruption would make the Doctor’s shell slam shut again. Too often in the months since Graham and Ryan had left, the Doctor would keep secrets and drag her into fights more reckless than any before.

“We were there because… I was looking for something. I almost got it, that encrypted data crystal that might hold the whereabouts of-“ The Doctor broke off, shaking her head. “What does it matter, now that you’ve gone already? I should have told you when you were still here, instead of hiding everything because it was… difficult. And not as cheerful as I wanted it to be.”

Yaz reached for the Doctor, her translucent hand resting on the Doctor’s. She could almost sense the warm skin under hers, and yet the sensation was beyond her now that she had apparently died. “Tell me now. I’m still here, aren’t I? Even like this. Tell me all you wanted to say before I- left.”

And so, hesitantly, the Doctor began. “I am looking for… a woman. Or any trace of her. Her name’s… honestly not important, but she was a… an explorer, a scientist.” Her eyes had glazed over, and as she spoke of the orange sky over Gallifrey, the twin suns running their course over the experiment lab, Yaz saw a glint of something ancient and long-buried emerge in the Doctor’s eyes. “I don’t know where I’m from, Yaz, before Gallifrey. And I just- I thought if I could find anything of that woman, I could discover all the memories of lives that were taken from me, hidden away. I don’t know how many lives I lived before those I remember, and Ruth, the Doctor, was one of them…” Anger flared in her features, and her lips twisted in a desperate smile. “I just want to know where I’m from. And I want to look the woman in the eye who took all of that from me, and ask her Why. Why did she do it, and how could she? How dare she steal what was mine, rob even my memories of it? I want justice, Yaz.”

Yaz, always one for justice in the world, gave her a soft smile. “Doctor-“

But she could say nothing more, because the TARDIS gave a painful groaning noise and buckled.

Both of them wheeled around, sheer panic now in the Doctor’s eyes. “What’s wrong, old girl!?”

Sharp wheezes and coughs came from the engine as the space within the TARDIS shrank, suddenly, as though the walls were pushing in.

The Doctor stood by the console, hands flitting over buttons and sensors failing quicker than she could press them, and she muttered comforting words to her spaceship.

“Doctor, what’s happening!?” Yaz asked, and, “Can I do anything to help?”

“She’s compromised, something’s attacking her and trying to rip her apart! Her soul is being torn in six different directions, and I don’t know! I don’t know how to help her!” With her arms wrapped around a crumbling piece of the console, tears spilled out of the Doctor’s eyes as she watched her beloved ship break. “Stop, whatever is happening, stop… Don’t hurt her any longer,” the Doctor muttered in a weak and feeble voice, all the confused little girl the Doctor had previously spoken of.

A strange tingling started in Yaz’s chest, and at first, she tried to ignore it and push through to the Doctor. “I’m here, Doctor, I won’t leave you,” Yaz promised despite the nagging feeling in her chest that tugged at her, as though someone had tied a string around her ghostly soul and was pulling her away.

“Please, anyone, help, help…” the Doctor whispered, eyes wide as she cradled a piece of crystal, the yellow glow in it fading quickly.

“Doctor, something’s pulling me away,” Yaz whispered, trying to cling to the Doctor with her hands, only to fail to grip onto anything.

“Don’t leave! Don’t!” the Doctor cried, panicked as she tried to reach for Yaz and hold onto her, too.

With a snap, all the atoms making up Yaz’s body came back together, materialised inside the TARDIS, and she crashed against one of the collapsing pillars.

Not a moment later, the TARDIS gave a weak whisper of the usual wheeze she made to indicate her taking off, and silence fell.

Pushing the fallen crystal structure off her leg and taking a note of the bruises and the sprained ankle, Yaz dragged herself closer to the Doctor’s hunched over form that was still cradling a part of the TARDIS.

“Doctor?” she asked, and she exhaled in relief when her hand didn’t pass through the Doctor but simply nudged her. “You okay?”

Slowly, the Doctor turned, cheeks wet with tears, and utter disbelief in her eyes. “You-“ she started, her words failing her.

Carefully, Yaz wrapped her arms around the Doctor. And perhaps her lips had brushed the Doctor’s cheek for a moment, but she would dissect that later. “I’m fine,” Yaz promised, squeezing in reassurance. “Really. Thanks to…” She glanced towards the console where the TARDIS was struggling to initiate self-repair programmes all by herself after the hit she had taken. “the TARDIS.”

“Reckless girl,” the Doctor murmured into Yaz’s shoulder, utterly spent.

In the moments of Yaz falling, the TARDIS must have scooped her consciousness into a hologram, located her within the time storms, and flown down on her own to gather Yaz’s body without a care in the universe for the damage that would do to the TARDIS herself. Yaz couldn’t say that she had quite understood what the TARDIS had done, but in the moment of her consciousness and atoms merging back together again, she had seen a glimpse of the complexity the TARDIS was, and of the strain she had put herself under for Yaz.

It wasn’t until much later that night, when the Doctor had, for once in her life, willingly gone to bed, that Yaz wandered back into the damaged control room. Her ankle had been tenderly wrapped, and with the ointment the Doctor had put on it, her foot didn't hurt anymore, and there was almost no swelling.

Yaz began quietly clearing away broken glass and bent metal, and as she approached the console, a small light flared brighter within.

The TARDIS’s heart.

Yaz let her fingers trail gently across the buttons, knowing precisely which ones to push to help the TARDIS enter the next stage of self-repair, and she whispered, hoping the ship would understand, “Why did you do it? Plunge yourself into something the Doctor said would tear you apart? Just to save me, one human of eight billion?”

A high note sounded, a noise Yaz couldn’t understand, and so she sighed. Pressed a button and flicked a lever, and some of the damage began to mend with what the TARDIS had at her disposal. They would need to get many parts, and it would be a while yet before the TARDIS could properly take flight again, but in time, all would be mended.

“I wish,” Yaz said, watching some of the gleaming hexagons on the wall properly light back up. “I wish I could understand you, like the Doctor does. But I guess that takes hundreds of years, and also a brain more adept at psychic communication.” She chuckled. She almost did sound like the Doctor, saying those big words that she would never have known a few years ago.

Suddenly, a wire extended, the end looking rather like an aux chord for a mobile phone. “Do you want me to plug it in?” she asked, already doing it before the TARDIS could respond.

“BECAUSE. I. LOVE. YOU. OKAAAAY?” the mechanic screen reader voice blared at her.

Yaz nearly dropped her phone and hurried to turn the volume down as it continued to repeat that message. “BECAUSE. I. LOVE. YOU. BECAUSE. I. LOVE. YOU. OKAAAAY?”

After the TARDIS had ceased repeating, Yaz sat quietly for a while, absentmindedly stroking the console she had tucked herself under.

“Thank you,” she said eventually, pressing her cheek against the gently humming machine. “I love you too, in a way, at least. I’m not sure it’s the same way the Doctor loves you… And I’m very glad you saved me. But!” She wanted to stand, and promptly hit her head on the console above her.

“But!” she began again after having recovered. “Don’t you ever do such a reckless thing again, it’s bad enough that the Doctor is like that!”

In her most innocent tone, the TARDIS gave a little hum before chuckling to herself.

“You and the Doctor,” Yaz sighed, shaking her head. “A match made in heaven, the pair of you… You’re both impossible!”

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"Trapped Dreams"

.help me family🍉🍉

https://gofund.me/409f63bb

In a small corner of Gaza, where the lights fade and darkness falls, Mahmoud sat alone, thinking. He was a young man like any other, dreaming of a better future, a safe home, and a job that would provide him and his family with a decent life. But the dream turned into a nightmare, and life into a daily struggle for survival.

Mahmoud's family, which includes 43 members, lived under the burden of siege and war. They lost their homes, and watched their dreams fade before their eyes. Every day was a new challenge, searching for a living amidst the lack of water and electricity, and the fear of bombing that could come at any moment.

"I saw hope in the eyes of my children, but the siege was taking it away from them little by little," Mahmoud says sadly. "They wanted to play in the streets, and go to school, but all that surrounded them was destruction and fear."

Mahmoud's dream now is simple, to get his family out of this hell, and to start a new life in a safe place. But the costs of migration are high, and far beyond their means.

Noha is a story of courage and determination. She reminds us that disability is not a barrier, and that anything is possible if you are determined enough.

“We need your help,” Mahmoud says, his voice trembling. “We need a chance to build a better future for our children.”

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Arthur Conan Doyle drew a little picture of himself hopping in the air with his medical diploma and captioned it “licensed to kill”. 1881 (x)

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cant believe im a real person what the hell. the good lord will just make anybbody

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Every single time someone mentions police role-playing in a sexual context I think of this tinder interaction and I instantly become absolutely stricken with laughter

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starting to suspect that tech bros actually just don’t know what reading is

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it’s so important to follow people on tumblr who watch tv shows that you do not watch because sometimes they will put gifsets of beautiful women on your dash and you get to look at them

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just in case you need to hear this today:

you are not a failure

you are not a waste of space

you are loved

you are wanted

I believe in you

you can do it!!!!

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Autism Speaks Canada is "concluding its operations" on January 31st 2025!

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while you’re here i’d like to draw your attention to @alkliliyfamliy and their campaign! they’re only 11% to their goal, and even a little bit helps!

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I am Imtithal an internship dentist from North Gaza, as everyone know the war is getting harder and harder our life become a part of hell so I started a GoFundMe donation link to try to help me and my family .💔🇵🇸

https://gofund.me/95a66563

https://gofund.me/95a66563

Iink, 🍉❤️🇵🇸

https://gofund.me/95a66563

I know that donations are not easy in these times, but I believe that every contribution has the power to change someone's life.

We was have our life I've recently finished my college and start to work then the war has started and we lose everything I hope I can get my work back but the war does not make it possible I lose my brother then we lost our home our beautiful one we will live 35 people in this house now we don't have a place to live in our younger children have to wait hours and hours to get us some water to drink they have to work in the streets during the war and the dangerous around them to provide us a little amount of money

that does not meet anything in this conditions because the prices is overrated and we cannot offer a work to stop them from work but this is the conditions that we are lived right now

I'm asking everyone who can help Indonesian in sharing to stand beside our side by help in sharing donation anything you can to do for us

https://gofund.me/95a66563

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My name is Hala, from Deir al-Balah, Gaza. I live with my four children, Abdul, Jaber, Mohammed, and Lian, and my mother-in-law, in a never-ending nightmare. Our home was bombed, and everything we had turned to ashes. Now, we live in a burnt house, with no safety or hope..

My husband, Adham, is stuck in Egypt, and I face this torment alone. My children suffer from hunger and illness, and we have nothing to protect them. Life here is unbearably difficult; every day is a struggle for survival.

I urgently need your help to raise $35,000 so we can escape, as each person requires $5,000. This money isn’t just numbers; it’s our hope for a new life away from pain and suffering. We are human beings who deserve to live, so please don’t let us drown in this nightmare.

Help us, as we are in desperate need of your support.

https://gofund.me/75b52b8a

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🌟 A Journey of Hope: An Update from Mosab 🌟

Hello dear friends,

I am writing to you with a heart full of gratitude and hope. Over the past few weeks, your support has been overwhelming. Together, we’ve raised an incredible €3031 towards our goal of €20,000, and I cannot express how much this means to my family and me. ❤️🌍

Life here in Gaza has always been filled with challenges, but the current circumstances have made it unimaginably difficult. As some of you know, my family has endured unimaginable losses – 25 of my loved ones were taken by the violence. 💔 Their memory is my driving force to keep moving forward, to survive, and to share our story with the world.

Your generosity – through donations, reblogs, and kind words – has shown me that even in the darkest times, there is light. ✨ Every euro donated, every reblog shared, every message of encouragement has made an impact. You’ve helped us cover basic necessities, keep our spirits alive, and dream of a safer future.

🛠️ How You Can Help:

💶 Donate – No matter how small, every euro helps. 👉 https://gofund.me/5ac9124f

🔄 Reblog – Share this post with your followers. Every reblog increases the chance of reaching someone who can help.

📢 Spread the Word – Talk about our story with your friends and family. Awareness is a powerful tool.

To everyone who has already supported us: Thank you from the depths of my heart. ❤️ Your kindness gives me hope and strength to face each day. You are not just helping my family survive; you are reminding us that we are not alone in this fight.

Together, we can reach the goal of €20,000, and with your help, we will. Please keep sharing, keep donating, and keep believing in the power of compassion. 🌈💖

Thank you for being part of this journey with us.

With love and gratitude, Mosab 🕊️

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