#him: ‘strip for me’

[hayanahed]

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

[toleen-hassouna]

Help me get my life back, achieve my goal, and save the rest of my family

Education, which was young Tulin's passion, now seems like a distant memory, as there is no school, no home, and no safe place. The war has forced us to abandon our dreams and our work. Life as we knew it has stopped, swallowed up by a sea of ​​uncertainty, loss and despair

• My daughter Tulane is a radiant ray of sunshine, bringing joy, warmth and boundless love to everyone she meets. She has been through many health ailments.

• My middle daughter, Wateen, who is five years old, suffered a broken leg as a result of escaping during the aggression against the area surrounding us. Wateen suffers from osteomalacia and poor growth. I hope that this incident will not be repeated and that I will not see anything bad about it

• This is our house, full of our memories and moments of joy and happiness, which has now turned into ruins. His destruction

broke our hearts

Despite the darkness that surrounds us, a ray of hope appears in our hearts - a longing to seek refuge in the embrace of safety, and to find solace in a land untouched by the scourges of war. Egypt beckons to us as a beacon of hope, promising safe haven and the opportunity to rebuild our shattered lives. However, the path to freedom is fraught with obstacles, and we are unable to afford the journey that might lead us to a new beginning.

My family and I are looking forward to evacuating to Egypt, but as you know, a lot of money is needed to pay for the coordination costs in order to cross the border, and we still need money to get the total amount required so that we can travel.

With each passing day, our burdens grow heavier, and our pleas for help become more urgent. We long for the warmth of a safe haven, an opportunity to regain what we have lost and forge a path to a brighter future

My family and I are about to embark on this journey of hope, but we cannot do it alone. Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a big difference. Your contributions will help us provide safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life and we humbly appeal to you, kind souls, to extend your helping hand. Your generosity may pave the way for us to escape this nightmare, and give us a chance to start over

Please, consider helping us during these critical times. Every donation, regardless of size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability and the opportunity to rebuild our lives

With gratitude from the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for every donation, every engagement, and every ounce of compassion you provide to our cause. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn our story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

My campaign number is 320

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your concern

My campaign was vetted by ✅90-ghost🫂

[jojo-the-dogg0]

[inkedberries]

expanding on the thought of kudou getting the call sign 'hero' and afo getting irked by it for some reason

[noahnecromancy]

My dear friend Siraj in Gaza has nearly reached his goal.

Please help him get to $70,000, he only needs about $1,000 more! Donate and repost as much as possible. This is to benefit his family and rebuild their home once again🍉🇵🇸

[ahmadashi1]

My family is being destroyed, friends.

Here is my story. My name is Ahmad, a 25-year-old from Gaza. Today, I am suffering from hepatitis due to severe contamination in the water and food. My mother, who is 65 years old, also suffers from multiple chronic illnesses, which adds to her struggles.

We have endured harsh times, losing our homes and watching everything we worked for fall apart. Now, we have almost nothing to live on—no food and no clean water. Our lives have been completely destroyed, and we have no one to turn to after God but you.

We appeal to you to help us reach our fundraising goal so we can buy essential food and medicine to survive these difficult conditions. Your support is our only hope to continue living.

Please donate to his gofundme or chuffed so they can afford the medicine they need.

10 USD = 103 SEK. gofundme takes 3 SEK off each donation. 5-10 SEK means giving pennies. Feel free to spread this message, add your voice, or reblog it to help a family in need. Every share can bring us closer to the support we desperately need. vetted by : @90-ghost @bilal-salah0

Our home was our safe haven, the place that brought us together in moments of joy and sorrow. Under its roof, we shared beautiful memories, from family laughter to the warmth of gatherings during holidays and special occasions. Every corner held our stories and memories; each part of it bore witness to a moment in our lives.

Today, nothing remains. The destruction took everything, as if all our memories vanished along with it.

#el-shab-hussein

@irangp

@tamamita

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Donate to Help ahmed family evacuate from the war & resume their live, organized by ahmad alashi

Note: 1 SEK equals 0.091 Dollar 1 Dollar equals 10.96 SEK D… ahmad alashi needs your support for Help ahmed family evacuate from the war &

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[bunnieswithknives]

OK JUST A LITTLE THING BECAUSE IM INSANE @cubbihue

Song: Plastic by Cheekface

[rivensbane]

CROW'S NEW LOOK in DESTINY 2: THE FINAL SHAPE.

[a2zillustration]

I'm stupid.

I'm stupid and it made all these cutscenes awkward I'm so sorry Wyll.

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[befuddled-calico-whump]

thinking about a whumpee on a forced march through rough terrain

hands tied in front of them, on foot while their captors are mounted, sleeping out in the open, forced to beg for adequate food and water

maybe they're barefoot, a captured royal in silken robes

maybe they're in a torn suit or soldier's uniform

maybe they were stripped at the start, increasing the exposure to the elements, the humiliation

are they a terrified mess from the beginning, or do they try to endure with dignity? how long before they're stumbling, barely putting one foot in front of the other? how long before they fall?

[canisalbus]

i would like to imagine that after machete dies, vasco starts collecting red things. red, like the soles of machetes shoes and the hems of his cassocks, the front of his nightgowns after a heavy nosebleed. or maybe he collects pink things, like machete's nose and ears and paw pads, or things white like his fur. he never collects anything black, however. red like the hems but never black like the fabric. black is too sad. it's grief, it's unfathomable loss and it means admitting machete is actually gone, stolen from the world. but ludovica is there, and she indulges his collections in little ways on the occasion. it's a small comfort, her love for her husband in their lavender way.

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[emedeme]

Solas was deeply humiliated first thing after he woke up from a thousand-year-long nap and he decided that one try was enough

(this was @thewritersramblings's fault, she's keeping me fueled with dragon age memes)

[yehiajamal]

🚨🚨Urgent🚨🚨

‏Hello

‏I am Yehia Jamal, working as a general practitioner at Al-Shifa Hospital in the northern Gaza Strip. After leaving the northern part of the Strip, I went to the south where I am currently located in the Deir al-Balah area specifically. I want to set up a fully equipped tent to treat the injured and sick for free.

This would be my way of assisting my people, but I lack the necessary funds to set up this clinic. I am asking for your help in equipping it and assisting this population in these difficult and challenging circumstances that affect everyone. Every donation will be the start of a new life for any injured or sick person who receives treatment at the clinc.

‏We are currently facing a shortage of medical resources, with all major hospitals out of service.

This is why we are turning to clinics like this one, properly equipped to treat the injured and sick, and help them recover.

The number of daily cases exceeds the treatment capacity in Gaza, specifically in the southern part of the Strip.

🚨🚨Every donation will help people to survive.

[s0fter-sin]

the 141 recovering brainwashed!soap but he’s just a shell of his former self; never speaking, never moving without orders. he never even blinks; just stares straight ahead with his unnatural green eyes.

empty.

but ghost can't accept that.

price and gaz can't stand watching ghost torture himself day after day; visiting soap in his cell for hours at a time, trying anything he can think of to bring back his sergeant.

he shows him pictures of the 141 but soap thinks he's being given targets and moves to eliminate them before ghost stops him. he brings him his journal, tries to trigger his innermost thoughts and feelings he never shared with any of them, but after he reads it, soap summarises it like he's giving a mission briefing. impersonal.

cold.

it's late when ghost finally calls it; low and defeated after another long day of being stared at with eyes that don't see him. he isn't thinking when he pulls his mask off and harshly scrubs over his face, grinding his palm into his eye.

"don't worry, johnny; we're still fixin' each other's problems," he promises, little more than a whisper as he tries to summon the energy to leave johnny behind. again.

he pushes himself to his feet, his hand on the door handle when-

"what's my problem?"

ghost freezes, something like grief - something achingly closer to hope - chilling him. he slowly turns and though soap is still starring ahead, there's a faint light in his altered green eyes.

"the mask," he forces out. "take it off."

he knows there's no way to remove the mask - the muzzle - from his sergeant's face. it's too high-tech, even for them; the biometric scanner too advanced for any bypass they know of.

it's just another way he's failed him; bringing him home still bound in their enemy's chains.

soap- jolts; a sharp, almost painful looking flinch jerking his body.

"show my face?" and his voice has changed; no longer the monotone delivery that's haunted ghost's every waking moment.

it's smaller. uncertain. recollection of a memory half-destroyed.

"yes, johnny," he breathes.

soap moves unprompted for the first time since they found him; running his finger along the edge of the muzzle where his skin bulges from the pressure, half-visible scars hidden beneath the harsh metal.

"ugly," he murmurs.

ghost immediately shakes his head, almost stumbling back to the table; haphazardly throwing his mask on it. "quite the opposite," he insists.

it doesn't matter if he has no lower jaw left at all; johnny could never be ugly in his eyes.

agonisingly slowly, soap's eyes shift to the mask. he takes in the balaclava and hard shell skull like for all the times he's looked at it since his rescue, he never truly saw it. his lids fall in less of a blink and more stage curtains closing; slow, heavy, requiring effort and no small amount of strength to open once more

"good... to see you again..." he trails off, his hand shifting up to the top of his shaved head; nails digging unforgivingly into his scalp

"simon," ghost finishes for him; that horrid grieving hope tearing at his heart

soap's fingers flex and a drop of blood trails down his forehead, over the ridge of his nose to catch on the muzzle. "s-simon..."

his nails dig deeper, the drop falling to the table just to be followed by more and ghost aches to stop him but he's terrified to interrupt him. terrified to lose him now when he's so close to something.

soap's bloodied nails scratch down the crown of his head, following the line of his stolen mohawk until they come to rest on the back of the muzzle and ghost's heart drops.

they can’t get it off.

they can't get it off and he doesn't know how to explain that to soap; doesn't know if he can stomach watching soap pull at the monstrosity holding him captive, the inevitable bloodbath as the edges cut into his skin.

"show my face," soap repeats.

"johnny..." ghost begins weakly, reaching out to him but he doesn't know how, doesn't know if he even should-

the muzzle clatters onto the table.

the biometrics they couldn't bypass, the fingerprint they needed that they were so sure belonged to makarov.

it belonged to soap.

how cruel to torture him with freedom he didn't understand he could take; didn't even understand he could want.

just the kind of sick game makarov loves.

ghost doesn't know what's louder; his heart pounding in his ears or the long, uninhibited breath soap takes.

his eyes fall shut as he leans his head back with it, the blood still dripping down his face as he straightens through his exhale. his lower jaw is a mess of scars where he fought against the previous iterations of the muzzle, the corners of his lips cut through and cracked.

but the green in his eyes is duller; that light sparking brighter as blue struggles to break through the glow.

ghost's never seen anything so beautiful.

"good to see you again, johnny."

[m8hammed2]

A Journey of Resilience and Hope: An Urgent Call for Support ✊🏼💔

Hello everyone, 🌍

I am Mohammed Hussein Ismaeel, a 23-year-old Palestinian from Gaza. My life, and that of my family, has changed unimaginably because of the war. I write to you today hoping to find your support and assistance so we can overcome these harsh circumstances. 🙏🏼

My Family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

My family consists of five members: my mother Rajaa (51 years old), my father Hussein (58 years old), my sister Iman (18 years old), and my little sister Noor (13 years old). We used to live a simple life full of hope and ambition. Unfortunately, the war forced us to flee from our beloved home and seek refuge elsewhere. 🏠💔

The Beginning of the Crisis 🏚️

On October 7, after the war broke out, we had to leave our home and move to the Maghazi camp in central Gaza. We spent two and a half months there under unbearable conditions until missiles targeted the camp, taking the lives of two family members and injuring others. After that, our house was destroyed, and we lost all our memories and dreams. 🚪💥

Daily Struggles 🏕️

We fled to Rafah and then to Deir al-Balah, where I now live apart from my family in a tent that offers little comfort. My father suffered a hand injury, and my sister Iman contracted hepatitis due to malnutrition. I lost my job before graduation, and my studies in the MBA program were halted. Our lives have become a daily struggle for survival. 🍂

Hope and Prayer 🙏🏼

Every day we wake up hoping for the war to end, but fear continues to control us. We seek your help to get through this ordeal and return to our normal lives. We need your support to provide the necessary medical care for my family, resume our studies, and build a better future for us all. 🌟

A Call to Humanity 🤝🏼💙

We are in urgent need of your assistance. Any support you can provide, whether financial or moral, will have a significant impact on our lives. I ask you to share my story and help us raise the funds necessary to evacuate to Egypt and find safety. 🇪🇬

From the depths of our hearts, we thank you for any support you offer. We will never forget your kindness and humanity in these difficult times. ❤️🌹

Note 📝

I created this account because my previous one was restricted, limiting my ability to reach out to people. I've been blocked from making an urgent humanitarian appeal during a time when my family and I need it most. The war has taken everything from us, and now I'm struggling to have my voice heard. Please help us by sharing our story and supporting us through this difficult time. Your kindness could be the lifeline we desperately need.

This is the link to her other account.

Thank you,

Mohammed Hussein Ismaeel ✍🏼

[hakusins]

cw // suggestive

worshipped route for whitney the faithful (or fallen?) where he's preparing the sacrifice pc for weekly prayers~

whitney the faithful/swap au idea belongs to @just-dol-headshots