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Dust and blue hate each other

This is just a little doodle from yesterday lol

They hate me

@auto-correct-sucks I wuuuuvvv Auto soooo much :)

Magnus Archives au where Jon just REALLY loves birdwatching

“Supplemental, on my way to the archives today, I saw a bullfinch fly out from the hedges outside the cafe, it was a nice surprise. Anyways, I think all my assistants want to kill me”

Please, do not ignore my story💔😭

I am Rania Mahmoud, 30 years old. I live in Gaza City. I am married and have two children. I support my children and my family. My father and mother are elderly. I lost my home and was displaced more than once. Every time, I was escaping death amidst the screams of my children under war and death. I currently live in a tent in the heat of the summer and the cold of the winter.💔 Life is very difficult, like hell. I need to buy milk, diapers, food and drink for my children. I need your help to save my family and children from the war of extermination in Gaza.💔 I want them to live in safety, so I ask you to extend a helping hand to save them from death so that I can get them out of Gaza safely to obtain a safer life for them.💔😭

Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼

Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️

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Donate to Help my family in Gaza, organized by Rania Mahmoud

Hello, I am Rania Mahmoud, 30 years old. I live in Gaza City. I am married and have two children.… Rania Mahmoud needs your support for Help

In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

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They hate me

@auto-correct-sucks I wuuuuvvv Auto soooo much :)

A dear dear friend of mine REALLY likes megalosomnia

So I caved

Edit: I ALMOST FORGOT TO CREDIT THE CREATORAGH, THIS AU BELONGS TO @megalommi

@p4ll3t this is ur fault/aff

@p4ll3t THIS JS YOUR FAULT

Yeah. I'm definitely gonna be drawing more Baggs @megalommi

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Moss belongs to @p4ll3t

VOTE BLACK HAT,

PLEASE THERE IS NO WAY A FUCKING CLOCK IS WINNING OVER THIS MAN

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Urgent: Please help Asma to Survive this Genocide

I am running this campaign on behalf of Asma and Shahd in Gaza. Please, share and donate if you can! Here is a message from Asma.

Hey guys! This person came to message me, asking me for help to spread their link so they can raise more money! If you're able to, please donate through the link above or in their bio, and if you're not able to, please repost!!

Hello, I'm Asmaa from Gaza.

I was born in 1991.

I'm a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I'm the youngest.

My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.

I worked in a private job and received a salary that covered my expenses as much as possible.

We were happy until the war came.

The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.

Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing now.

My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.

My brothers, Mahmoud, and Ashraf stayed behind.

We cried several times because I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.

During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced down the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape. Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers. I lost my beloved son Mahmoud. Ashraf Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who are grieving, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without saying goodbye, without a kiss on their forehead, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better life and a dignified life. May God bless you all.