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[randomrichards]

WHERE IS THE FRIEND’S HOUSE?

Boy walks through villages

To return classmate’s notebook

What he does for friends

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[dare-g]

Where Is the Friend's House? (1987)

[fashionartfilmalien]

These artists wore Artists 4 Ceasefire Pin. If only the rest of Hollywood were compelled to do this or more, there would more awareness, or care about Gaza. Oscar attendees in the early 1990’s wore red pins for HIV and AIDS awareness, but as time goes by celebrity fashion is less aware, less activist, less political. Poor Things’ Ramy Youssef, What Was I Made For’s Finneas O’Connell and Billie Eilish, Riz Ahmed, Ava DuVernay, Poor Things’ Mark Ruffalo. Anatomy of a Fall’s Swann Arlaud and Milo Machado-Graner wore Palestinian flag pins which was even more brave than the rest of Oscar attendees. #artists4ceasefire #gaza #palestinianlivesmatter🇵🇸 #celebswhoareaware #poorthings #ramyyoussef #markruffalo #finneasoconnell #billieeilish #whatwasimadefor #barbie #rizahmed #avaduvernay #milomachadograner #swannarlaud #anatomyofafall #oscars2024

[caradise1]

Playlist inspired by Poor Things

[ahmadkolab]

🚨🚨🚨I am Ahmed from Gaza

I take care of homeless cats, knowing that these cats lost their mothers due to war and lack of care💔🥺

I found these cats on the street in a difficult condition. I am very sad for these cats and I do not have anything to help them. Therefore, I ask you to help these poor cats and donate to them, even if just a little, to keep them alive.😭💔🥺

I hope to reach my goal🙏🥺

Donations link👇👇

Hi, my name is Ahmad I am an independant animal rescuer, lover, helping stray animals of Palestine, please help me take care of these animals in dire need of food medicine and shelter, your donations will be of great help, thank you kindly, anything helps

It has been an extremely difficult task to keep these animals safe, they require medical help, food, warmth, shelter, so everyday is a struggle to achieve this while we are being bombed and killed, but I am determined to keep them safe and my family safe, I just want to say that everything helps,nothing is too small, we are grateful for every little bit, it is greatly appreciated

I would like to say thank you for the donations, I’m filled with hope when I see the kindness of strangers, without your help it would be impossible to survive, i extend my gratitude in this very difficult time for us, I truly appreciate everything that you are all doing for us

[northgazaupdates]

Little Joan needs surgery!!!

Joan Al-Habil is has been repeatedly hospitalized due to severe gastrointestinal problems and overwhelming fatigue. This poor girl has been to multiple facilities and seen multiple doctors, undergone extensive testing (as extensive as is possible in Gaza’s collapsed medical system), even having to endure an unsedated endoscopy, which I know from personal experience is extremely uncomfortable.

She has now been diagnosed with severe gastritis due to starvation and hazardous living conditions. Remember, she and her family are living on the streets, which are cold and wet due to winter rain. Homelessness, stress, exposure to the elements, her previous injury when the IOF firebombed her tent, and malnutrition all conspire to sap little Joan of her strength.

Her condition is so serious that she now requires surgery. Gastritis very rarely requires surgery to treat, so this is an indication of how dire her situation is. In addition to surgery, she is going to need treatment to manage her symptoms.

The cost of this is very very high. One consultation alone cost $650 USD. Joan’s family is going to need your support to pay for her treatment.

Please, this little girl is in so much pain and misery. Her parents are watching her waste away as her condition worsens daily.

You can help Joan get her surgery and treatment ASAP! Her parents Maha @mahafamily and Ahmed @ahmed-family-1 recreated their GFM after their previous campaign was arbitrarily terminated. You can share this campaign by copy-pasting this link (https://gofund.me/85a1b400) in your own Tumblr posts and all across your social media accounts.

If you plan to spend any money for the holiday season, please save some back and send it to Joan. She is in absolute misery, but your support will go a long way toward extending and improving her life.

Please help this innocent little girl get the help she needs!!

Link to share: https://gofund.me/85a1b400

Link to donate:

[help-mona]

Have our cries reached you after a full year of war that it is still ongoing! 🚨🚨

Today, we have completed a full year of the fierce war on Gaza – Palestine – and the world is still waiting for all of us to die. 😔

We know that you are tired of the many messages and appeals that we send to you, but there is no other way, which I have to admit that it is not the ideal one, to conveying our plea and the suffering we are enduring.

To donate, click here 🙏

To donate paypal here

We can barely access the internet, so please try to help us financially or by spreading our story whenever you receive one of our pleas.🛜🛜🛜

Look at the picture, and you will understand how much we need your help and support during these difficult times we are going through.

Will we be able to resist the cold of winter in these clothes? what about our children? ???!! 👧👦😔

Winter is coming now, and we need essential requirements that we miss and lack because they cost money in these harsh conditions and the insane rise in prices.

Starting with:

*** Rehabilitating the tent we live in, which does not protect us from the cold weather at night and has deteriorated under the summer sun.

*** Winter clothes, especially for the children and all family members.

*** Winter blankets to protect against the cold night weather.

*** Medicine, especially for my daughter’s eye treatment and for my mother, who suffers from high blood pressure due to the poor living conditions.

How can you help us during these difficult times?

Even a small amount of support can help us, at least initially, to provide:

*** Winter clothes and blankets for the children.

*** A new tent that can protect us from rain and strong winds.

*** Some food supplies to help boost our immunity.

*** The chance to relocate when the borders open and secure a safe place for the family where medical care is available.

In this critical time, we need your support, even if it’s just a little, as it can provide for our basic needs and help us to at least survive and stay alive

To donate paypal here

Thank you for your generosity and compassionate hearts.❤️❤️🍉🍉

[nesmamomen]

Maybe her last wish before death‼️

Not to arouse pity, something happened to me today and I wanted to tell you about it. Today my sister shared with me a simple but deep and touching dream... She dreamed that she was eating chocolate - a small pleasure but dear to her heart. In all innocence, she told me that she wished to die so that she could eat everything she loved in heaven. Cuz for 400 days in this war we have not tasted chocolate and many things due to famine. Maybe it was a simple dream, but her thinking made me see life in a different way, how many small pleasures we sometimes deprive ourselves of, and now we realize them in the midst of this war.

Donate the price of the chocolate you love🤍

My family and I may die in this war but your help gives us happiness and hope in our lives and if we die the money will go to save the poor and treat animals as well♥️

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[khanger]

Please don't look away 😢 😔

I want to introduce everyone to Abdullah. He is the younger brother of @ahmedpalestine and his short name is Aboodi he is four years old and in the picture above. Aboodi is helping his family collect scrap wood to build a fire for cooking. He likes this, trying to help his mom with chores and, love, do anything for his family. Aboodi loves animals so much, and he always feeds the neighbors' stray cats and loves to pet them and play with them, and if not for the genocide that he and his family were trying to survive it, he would have adopted a kitty 💗 and poor things he wants to go back to his house, and he misses the living room and laying on the sofa to watch TV and to watch toyor aljana (طيور الجنة) his favorite channel and sing along and dance with them and please donate to help evacuate him with his family to safety .

Vetted by bilal-salah0 here

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[yeyinde]

kinda enamoured with the thought of our poor mc going to a dud of party but meeting Kyle and Johnny there (both looking as out of place as you feel) but instead of taking you home, they bring you back to Price and Ghost. a sweet little treat for them all to share.

and they're charming, of course. too charming. but alcohol numbs most of your inhibitions about how touchy they are. how physical. folding themselves into your space, leaning down to whisper in your ear when you can hear them just fine. hands on the small on your back. around your wrist. your waist. knuckles against your cheek—

god, you're such a pretty little thing, aren't you?

warm skin. breath that smells of thick, sweet cream and oaky black tea. hands curling under the hem of your shirt—shush, shush, doe, ahm jus' helpin' ye; yer hot, ain't ye? lemme help ye out o'yer jumper—thick, sunkissed fingers dancing over your skin.

you feel funny, you slur into his—Kyle, he huffs, grinning wide; wolfish: call me Kyle, sweet thing—neck, chasing the scent of spiced vanilla and wild, ripened plums. everything is spinning. spinning—

"god, he's gonna just love you—"

but they'll take you somewhere. home. you nod, nose tucked tight against his warm, steady pulse. "wanna go home—" you mumble into salt-tinged skin, and they laugh.

"oh, don't worry, beautiful. we'll get you right where you need to be."

you trust them, of course. let them usher you into their car, curled up against a broad, warm chest. lulled under a blanket of security wrapped tight in strong, firm arms. and if his hand wanders, fingers tickling the insides of your thighs. well—

you can't deny they're attractive. maybe you can get their number after and call them in the morning.

but that doesn't happen.

you wake to the sound of voices. hands sliding under your knees, around your shoulder. carried into a house that isn't your own—some strange cabin deep in the forest. the glow of the wood stove in the only light on inside, and you struggle to adjust to the thick orange haze.

"what's going on?" you ask, blinking at the sight that greets your liquid eyes.

Kyle places you down on a rug, holding your hips tight when you fumble. laughing, just a little, under his breath when you gasp.

sitting in an old, wooden chair is a man you've never seen before. big, broad. intimidating. his thick legs spread lazily—one kicked out against the rug, the other bent at the knee. and elbow rests on it. in his hand, a lit cigar. the other dangles, loose and lax, off the armrest. fingers curling, unfurling, into spasmic fists.

his eyes burn caeruleum in the flickering gold.

you fight back a shiver, but feel it slide like hot oil down your spine.

"what—?"

"my boys didn't explain it to you?" he asks, voice a rough, abrasive scratch in your head. gritty. porous. you feel it against your skin. fingers digging into your nape. bad girl. there's something about him that commands attention, and you give it easily as he tuts, pale lips pulling into a condescending sneer beneath the thick of his beard. "or maybe you just weren't payin' attention, sweetheart."

"attention to what—" sir almost trembles out. his lips twitch like he heard all the same. "i just want to go home—"

the hand dangling over the ledge flares to life. he flicks it careless around the room with a hum. "you are home."

"my real home—"

and then you see it.

he moves like liquid through the shadows. folds himself into the dark like its where he belongs. and you thought—and still very much do—the man sitting on his throne was large, intimidating, but it pales at the absurd height of this thing that slinks out of the corner with a heavy, laden gaze. powdered charcoal. endlessly black. flat, though. amused.

when he speaks, it's all brass. "what's this? Johnny brought 'ome a stray?"

"nah," you hear Kyle's grin. feel the phantom shift of sharp teeth against your neck. breathless laugher. warm hands. baby, you feel so good. "we found 'er in a club. lost little lamb."

"and you dragged her back to the wolf's den, mm?"

"you complainin', cap?"

it takes all of your willpower to tear your eyes off the man, but you manage. ripping them away until you find him—Price—again. he stares back with a lidded, heavy gaze. unflinching. hungry.

"not in the slightest."

Kyle purrs. "Johnny couldn't keep his hands off her, sir. might have some competition for who goes first."

cold air on your nape. dread bubbles up in your belly. "no—"

they continue like you hadn't spoken. like you don't exist. the man in the corner folds his thick arms over his broad chest, shaking his head a chainsaw-like grunt. laughter, you think.

but Price doesn't seem to find it nearly as funny. his teeth sink into the butt of the cigar with a growl. "gonna fight me for first, Sargeant?"

Johnny snorts, and rubs his finger under his nose.

"she's sweet," he murmurs, all wide-eyed and feverish. cheeks pinked under the warm spill of orange. "cannae blame a man fer wantin' such a pretty little thing—"

"back of the line," Kyle prods. and you wish his touch made your stomach churn, but that thread of intrigue, alcohol spooled want, still thrums in your veins.

"i just—" you stammer, eyes widening as real, tangible fear sets in. skewers into your belly. heart in your throat. the erratic echoes pounding in your ears. "i just want to go home."

"you are home, birdie—" he speaks and it feels like the walls shake. "didn't get a bright, did you, Johnny?"

"tha's mean, Lt—" his hands snake around your waist, pulling you into his hard chest. "didnae anyone teach ye 'ow tae chirp at birds?" the shorn sides of his Mohawk scratch against your cheek when he nuzzles, kittenish, against your face. "don't listen tae 'im, doe. yer th' sweetest, brightest lit'le thing—"

"mm, and such a bright little girl would know how to behave, wouldn't she?"

even with the alcohol dulling your senses—thoughts scattered and thin as two pairs of hands start pulling at your clothes, stripping you down to nothing—you can still see his words for what it is:

a threat.

as if to reinforce this idea, the man—Ghost, Johnny whines into your burning, stinging cheek, skin chafing from the graze of his buzzed sides: gotta 'ave a taste, Lt—moves, his body spilling out in a dizzying tumble of thick limbs. he stands by the door—the only one—and folds his arms over his chest once more, head cocking to the side as he stares down at you.

"don't worry, Johnny," he rumbles, lids slipping to half cresences over the ink black of his eyes. "i intend to."

the air stills when Price hums. your attention is pulled back to him instantly, but a part of you—all animal—halves it down the middle, keeping Ghost in your sights at all times. turning your back on him feels—

stupid.

you shiver.

Price shifts in the chair, reaching up for the cigar still pinched between his teeth. the look in his eyes is a startling, heavy thing. doom tastes like ash between your teeth.

"an' you're a bright girl, aren't you?"

it's not really a question. you nod anyway, feeling the fight in your body dissolve like wisps of smoke in the dense, thickened air. excitement, desire, hums—an electrical current—in the air, bubbling up between them. they move around you in a way that's dizzingly coordinated—a living, thrumming dance. stigmergy. as your clothes fall, as their hands grab your flesh, pinching and caressing, moaning in your ear about how soft you are, how sweet, one, horrifying thought thickens in the back of your head:

you know, then, that you're not going home.

"oh, sweetheart," Price drawls like he knows what you're thinking. a mocking little coo as he tucks his knuckles under your chin, lifting your head up to meet his burning gaze. there's something in there, you think. something awful. something hungry.

"you already are."

[dlxxv-vetted-donations]

VETTED URGENT PALESTINIAN EVACUATION CAMPAIGNS

Aug 13-20. Updated Aug 21. I am no longer focusing on promoting/updating this list, but I encourage you to share and donate. Thanks for everyone's contributions!!!

These campaigns are for evacuation and involve at least one person who needs to be evacuated for medical care as soon as possible. The health of other members deteriorate due to poor living conditions.

Falastin Iwais: @falesten-iw (shadowbanned), @falastin-iw (vet). Far from goal. Donations stagnating.

10USD = 105SEK. gfm (Google Pay, credit/debit): SEK 3,344 5,940 / 2,000,000

Mohiy-Resh: @mohiy-gaza (vet)

There are other members in this family but please focus on this campaign for now. Donation match USD 5.

gfm (Venmo, PayPal, Google Pay, credit/debit): USD 12,395 17,396 / 31,000.

Muhammad Al-Habil: Tent burned down, father and children injured (said here). @aya2mohammed and @alhabil (#166 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet)

gfm (PayPal, Google Pay, credit/debit): € 23,480 25,182 / 50,000

Walaa (child): Has type 1 diabetes and is constantly at risk of dying because she doesn't have insulin. Donations stagnating.

Donation match: $6 CAD. @burningnightgiver (Walaa's mother, vet), @ahmed79ss (confirmed to be father here)

gfm (credit/debit): CAD 10,126 10,835 / 50,000

Mohammed Hijazi: @savemohammedfamily (vet, #475 in the ButterflyEffect Project spreadsheet)

gfm (PayPal, Google Pay, credit/debit): € 8,673 12,376 / 20,000

Ahmed Halas: @ahmeadhilles (vet, shadowbanned?), @ahmedhelllis. Far from goal. They are registered and are likely to be called to leave soon.

gfm (PayPal, Google Pay, credit/debit): € 5,004 9,174 / 80,000

Pinned campaigns

Survival costs are taking up most of the Haboub family's donations.

SEK 76,973 91,718 / 100,000 (Short term goal, $10 USD = 105 SEK)

The Alanqar Family's campaign is almost at its goal. Don't let it stagnate!

€ 55,342 56,882 / 58,000

Please share and donate if possible!

Check out my promotion masterlist and current promoted list for Euro campaigns.

[ahmedpalestine]

My heart breaks for my family. How many times must their hands burn just to reach a loaf of bread? And behind each loaf lies the harsh reality: flour infested with worms and insects, expired and damp from poor storage and transport. Yet they have no other choice they’ve already been forced to eat animal feed and wild grass.

Do you know the cost of this single sack of flour? Or how many children risk their lives gathering firewood from the rubble of destroyed homes under constant threat of bombing? Aboudi, for example, should be living his childhood in peace. Instead, he’s the one tasked with collecting wood for cooking.

Can you imagine how many children, how many people, wait eagerly for that single piece of bread, only to share it among so many? How much longer will this suffering and humiliation continue this war of starvation? Do you know how many children have died hungry in this genocide?

Silent solidarity will not save the children of Palestine. We must act and make a difference. Thanks to your support, we have raised enough to secure the escape of three of my family members from Gaza.

Please, continue supporting my family so we can secure the fourth as soon as possible. The border could open at any moment, and we need the funds ready to save their lives before we lose this chance.

Vetted by bilal-salah0

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[dvchvnde]

EXCERPT: alpha Soap x omega Reader

The call comes at quarter to six.

This deep in the mountains, poor reception makes the air crackle with static when it blooms to life. He answers with fingers numbed from the cold outside, offering little more than a grunt of his acknowledgement.

Spotted somethin' on the edge a'town. Person.

"Person?" He echoes, tapping his finger against the worn, shiny leather of the steering wheel.

It jars him. The idea of a person being out there is strange. Tourist season is over. And now the sky glooms with an encroaching winterstorm—murky brush strokes peppering along the horizon, taken from a washed out easel of a once bountiful autumn palette now muddy and blurred with use, blanketing harsh, dense clouds over the granite skyline. He can't imagine anyone wanting to be out there right now.

"Why?"

Not sure... Local spotted 'em runnin' barefoot through the forest. Ain't dressed for the winter. Omega, too—

Johnny sucks in a sharp breath, fingers tightening around the receiver. Everything sifts through his head, catagorically organised—snow on the ground, barefoot; underdressed—but it skips, snagging over that single word:

Omega.

He scrapes his tongue over his sharpened canines. The pain is grounding for a handful of seconds. Enough time for him to weigh his options: let someone else take it over—Kyle (unmated), Simon (mated with a territorial omega but one he liked to rile up), Price (divorced, unmated)—or taking care of it himself.

A bad idea.

But they all are, really.

His rut is there. Equinoctial. On the edge, the precipice. He can feel it crawling up his spine, tarlike tentacles curling around each vertebrae, jowls gnashing at the sight of his vulnerable stem in sight. Eager to sink it's teeth in.

(him, too, eager to sink his teeth in—)

The wolf that unmakes him each axial precession—vernal, estival, autumnal, and hibernal—prowls in the prison it's kept inside, waiting. Winter is always the worst rut for him. For most alphas, really. The urge to fuck and eat and sleep is a near constant pull in their hindbrain. And without the ability to swallow down tablets to dull the ache in his teeth, and sweat out the fever by running around the forest until he could think beyond the throbbing swell at the base of his cock, it eats him alive every winter.

Drives him mad.

"ahm oan it," he slurs into the plastic voicebox, pawing urgently at the keys in the ignition. He feels hot under his collar. Sweat gathering along his hairline. Condensation blooms over the windows as his fever thrums through his veins, warring with the frigid temperatures outside. Minus ten degrees celsius, his gauge reads.

He clucks his tongue in agitation. No one, much less an omega, should be out in that sort of weather unprepared. Mated or not, whoever's looking out for your safety is going to get the brunt of apologetic, rut-fueled anger.

(Price'd be proud, he thinks, huffing through the heat in his throat—)

The dispatch officer hesitates. The line filling with static briefly as if they, too, are thinking the same thing—

An unmated alpha running after an omega. Potentially unmated as well if they're barefoot and barely dressed in this weather. It feels potentially cataclysmic. Watching the tide recede on the beach and knowing that danger is quickly approaching but being unable to do anything to prevent it.

Natural devastation.

Still. Who else is out here right now that can reach them in time?

The line crackles with their last known location as he puts the truck in drive, and navigates the winding gravel path. An address follows—the omega centre in town, he knows—and it snaps through the truck like a warning.

Be good.

And he will be.

He'll find you, bring you to the shelter before the storm hits, and then find a pretty little thing to fuck the fever out on for the next week. The centre has willing omegas he can pick from. A win-win situation.

He gets to be a hero for a few hours, and then sink his knot into something sweet.

Sit tight, little omega, he thinks, tongue pressed flat to his aching canines. Rescue is coming.

[ahmedsd]

🚨 !! DONT SKIP !! donations urgently needed 🚨

✅ Verified campaign – please check the end of the story 🔍📌

Hello, I am Ahmed from Gaza, a high school graduate with a GPA of 80%. I dreamed of becoming a nurse.

Despite my family’s poor financial situation, I enrolled in the bachelor’s program in nursing at Al-Aqsa University. I had begun to achieve my dream, as had my sister who enrolled after me in nursing.

But on one day, October 7, our dream began to be lost and shattered. Like many people in Gaza, our dreams became a thing of the past and could not be achieved. My university became home to many displaced people. After a while, the occupation destroyed it and destroyed my sister’s university, the University College of Applied Sciences

. Our life in displacement:

The war forced my family to flee our home. In the first month of the war, we became homeless. We went to refugee schools, but we were also displaced from them.

We almost slept in the street because we had no shelter, but we found a small room where we stayed for several months. After that, we were displaced to a small apartment where there were four families. We sometimes slept on top of each other because there was no space. Of course, one time we were displaced, we miraculously escaped death, as we went out to the bombing and shooting. Over our heads

in the first two months of the war, there was a famine in northern Gaza. We were being killed and dying just to get a little bread. To this day, the famine is still ongoing in northern Gaza. Of course, in addition to the famine, there is bombing, killing, the spread of diseases, and the lack of medicine. Our home was destroyed, and our lives and dreams were lost at the beginning.

The reason I started this campaign

Therefore, my family and I are seeking to obtain an amount of 50,000 euros to help us leave Gaza and continue our lives and dreams in education. Most importantly, it will allow us to support my family, who have been severely affected by the harsh conditions and high costs of living due to the ongoing war on Gaza.

👉 Donation link:

🔗https://gofund.me/5eb5fe42

With deepest gratitude,

Ahmed totah

✅ Our Fundraiser✅

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #275 )✅️

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