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"Mama, Are We Next?" – The Reality of War on a Family 🥺🍉

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I never thought I’d hear my child ask me, “Mama, are we next?” But here we are.

In Gaza, survival is not guaranteed. Hospitals are gone. Medicine is rare. Clean water is a privilege. But through all the pain, we still believe in kindness.

What We Need to Start Again:

💔 $5,000 for the father.

💔 $5,000 for the mother.

💔 $2,500 for Khaled.

💔 $2,500 for Intesar.

📌 The rest is for the basics of life—shelter, food, and safety.

If you can donate or share, you’re giving us more than money. You’re giving us hope.

💙 Donate here:

or via my sister's PayPal

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We need an urgent surgery for my little kid 🚨🥺🙏❤️

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My baby ,Adam, suffers from club foot and will need an urgent surgery. It costs at least $3000 and he will need special boots fitted. This surgery is not possible in Gaza even without the war.

Please help us with any amount of money 🙏🙏🥺

I don't have many because I am a new nurse graduate and need to find a job and to live as anyone. I have a lot of dreams to achieve. I don't want to die or to lose my son or my husband. Please give me your helping hands and don't give up on me and my family. Remember that I depend on you and I trust on you that you will save us.

Please donate with any amount of money and this will greatly and surely make difference

You can donate here

or via my sister's PayPal

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‼️Helping me means helping 5 members of my family..‼️

🥶We're freezing🥶

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, in Al-Mawasi specifically... My family and I were displaced from Rafah after hardship, bombing, displacement, and hunger.😭😔

Now we have been away from our city and our beautiful home for 9 months. We have lost our house that my father built stone by stone and he worked 24/7 to build this house. But the occupation destroyed it, and no house remained in my beautiful city remained intact.😭💔💔

We are now living in a tent or semi-tent, which does not protect us from the cold of winter or the rain. Our lives are very difficult.😔😭

Thanks to your donations, we have been able to buy food and flour, and now I am asking you for help to buy a tent that will protect us from the cold of winter. We do not know what it means to sleep because of the extreme cold.🥶

This is our tent made of fabric and some nylon, not closed on one side. We are freezing from the cold. Help us to buy a new tent. You are our last hope.😭🥶🥶🙏

I also want to ask for help for my mother, who is the most precious thing in my life. Without her, I am nothing...

She has a back cartilage disease and is in great pain. She needs physical therapy, medicine, and vitamins, and I am unable to provide them. Help my mother receive treatment.🙏🙏😭

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A lot of leftist accounts are suspiciously quiet on the section 504 lawsuit, proposed medicaid cuts, and the "make America healthy again" executive order.

I know other leftists are not the enemy but if we don't have able bodied allies and general population support, there's no hope of pushing back against these ableist policies. These big accounts ignoring a massive minority at risk is scary. The current admin is the problem but there's no hope of a solution without allyship.

We need visibility. We need allies.

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“But my senator is a Republican”

Gamergate was like 200 people. And now look where we are. “A lot of emails” on a topic to congressional staffers is like, 20. Are politicians spineless idiots? Yes. Use that to your advantage! Is this the only thing you can be doing? No! But it can be the first.

The internet has completely short circuited our sense of scale. The number of people required to move almost any needle is remarkably low. Your involvement in local causes, political pressure WILL have an impact.

Ok, get out there.

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i have understood so many things about online leftist culture by the fact that when i said "your local community has people you will morally and politically disagree with but you cannot lock them out of accessing any tangible service you’re organising" one of the tags responding said "this isn’t about proshippers in here you’re not welcome" like. folks. focus with me. some of us are homeless here.

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Took this from Instagram because this is urgent US folks.

You need to call and email your reps no matter if you live in a red or blue state. This cannot be allowed to pass.

It will prevent anyone who has ever changed their name from voting (including their last name)

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The “That’s immoral you shouldn’t write that, we need to get that taken down” discourse on tiktok right now is PISSING ME OFFF

Wdym you want censorship for a literal ARCHIVE are you fucking stupid

Ao3 was literally founded to preserve works that were largely getting taken down due to censorship

Censorship is the opposite of what Archive of Our Own stands for

The TAGS and WARNINGS are there for a REASON. Use them and stop complaining

The universal rule—don’t like, don’t read

It’s THAT simple

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why so celibate

-the jerker

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me and gf were making out and i slipped my hand into her waistband for a second and burst into uncontrollable laughter because this fucking tweet appeared in my head like a message from god

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They're always eating everything

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i love poison omelette

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chess getting a huge update i see

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Broken Valentine

John wakes up reaching for the empty space next to him in bed. The cool sheets under his hand serve as a painful reminder that he’s alone.

He has been for years.

Drawing his arm back, he rolls out of bed to get ready for the day. It’s the same every day for him: cigarette, shower, coffee then drive to work.

It’s not until he’s halfway to PEIP HQ does he remember the date: February 14th. Valentine’s Day.

His heart sinks in his chest. He always dreads the holiday, especially since Wiley enjoys making his life hell on this day. It’s always something different: acid green roses, chocolates arranged in the shape of a skull, a teddy bear with a knife stabbed through it. The list goes on.

Not to mention all of the ‘gifts’ include a visit from Wiley himself, crooning at John about how much he misses him, how he could still join him, it’s not too late, they can still be together.

John doesn’t want to admit how often he’s been tempted by such offers.

Parking in his designated spot outside of headquarters, John lets out a sigh in the safety of his car. Today won’t be any different from any other Valentine’s since Wilbur went through the portal. He just has to be ready for it.

When he makes it to his office, he takes a deep breath before opening the door. He stares into the room, frowning at the lack of anything awaiting him on his desk. He enters warily, eyes darting around for any signs Wiley has been here.

Everything seems normal. The papers on his desk are exactly where he left them. His awards and medals shine from their place on the wall. Everything looks pristine.

John feels unsettled.

He sits at his desk, fingers tapping against the wood. He begins opening drawers, expecting something to be tucked away for him to find. His search turns up fruitless. All he finds is his regular office supplies.

His heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He should be relieved. Why isn’t he happy about this?

He knows why.

Swallowing, he tries to work. Sorting through reports, assigning agents, and making calls. Several times, he leaves his office to go down to the labs. He pretends he doesn’t hope that Wiley will turn up while he’s gone.

He never does.

By the time the workday winds down, his entire body feels on the verge of flying apart. Nothing, not even a stupid green apple.

He shuts down his computer as he stubs out a cigarette. His throat feels tight. It shouldn’t bother him, he repeats to himself, it shouldn’t.

It does though.

Cursing, he stands from his desk, trying to ignore the burning behind his eyes. He walks out of the office, giving one last hopeful glance back.

Nothing.

He turns off the light, plunging the office into darkness, before closing the door behind him.

He thought the torment hurt.

Being forgotten hurts worse.