It's in his nature and personality to protect his loved ones, to shield them from everything that could be a harm to them, they are what he treasures the most.
What do you expect the man to do, when he is the threat? If he's the one who's hurting them?
The moment he realized how ill he spoke of them, especially one fading star among them, what did you expect the Prince man to do?
(He chooses to die.)
hi! as some of you know, about a year and a half ago, my beloved golden retriever Luke passed away from cancer. he was my very best friend. my mom and I had finally healed enough, so we got another golden retriever, Honey, and she is just the sweetest thing in the whole world—she’s practically Luke reincarnated. we haven’t had her long, but we are already enamored.
unfortunately, my mom came home from work recently and Honey was limping badly. she was taken to the emergency vet, and it was $400 just to have her be seen and ended up costing $600. she has a serious fracture in her hind leg. initially, we were told we may have to consider euthanasia, then we were told maybe just amputation. now they’re going to do a surgery to see if maybe they can save her leg. if not, amputation may still be on the table.
this initial surgery is going to be at LEAST $2,000. right now, those kinds of unexpected costs are just a lot for my mom right now, and I’m fresh out of college with not a lot of means to help her out financially. I know times are hard for everyone right now, but if you had even $5 to spare, I know it would help us out so much. I created a GoFundMe here, and my kofi is linked here. and if you can’t donate, even just a reblog, or a thought or prayer is much appreciated!
if you’re invested in my writing at all, you can shoot me a message showing you’ve donated and if you send me a little writing prompt, I’ll try to get it written for you as a thanks. I’m willing to write irondad, harry & sirius or remus, chris pike & jim kirk, ciri & geralt—basically any sort of parental relationship bc I have issues, whoops. if it’s something I haven’t listed, seriously just ask.
anyway, I’m so sorry to be doing this and I know everyone is struggling right now, my mom’s just been hit constantly with shit lately and I want to help her in any way I can.
(Honey is the one on the right, with her head tucked into her sister. 🥺)
urgent / A chance to save a life at a critical moment
Please share and reblog to save my family 🙏🌹
🆘/To Alaa and my family in Gaza
My dear friends
I hope everyone will donate and share my story.
Here is the link to my new campaign for the third time after my campaign was deleted and my money was stolen and I did not take anything for my children. I hope you are well and help me with an urgent donation for my children. We need food, drink and shelter such as tents, tarpaulins and treatment.😢
Israel has launched violent attacks against the people of Gaza once again, with complete disregard for the supposed ceasefire they agreed to. The death counts keep rising and it's no secret that Israel not only kills Palestinian children, but specifically targets them. My friend Sahar @reallyoptimisticface was separated from her children before the current aggression started, and they have been living in Gaza without their parents for almost two years. She knows that they live in danger, and we both worry for them daily. The area they're currently in is an extremely dangerous zone and the lack of connection makes communication hard. Her older daughter Diana has been caring for her younger siblings, but she's suffered burns and wounds from being forced to cook over open flames.
As more news comes out and we see the extent of the Israeli violence, Sahar worries her children may be next. Please stand by her and support her so she can see her children again, bring them to safety, and be together as a family. No child should have to live through this. Your donations can give them some hope.
Read this post for her vetting info
Sahars campaign has been moving so slow, but her children can't wait on this money. If you are able please donate, it's the most effective way to help them.
" Hello , I am Shareef Alamoudy, I am from Gaza married and have twins children Husam and Ahmed, five months old, they came after four IVF. My wife and I came to Egypt in June to do IVF and my wife got pregnant and we got stuck in Egypt after the war, I was an employee in Gaza and my wife was a math teacher and now we have no income, my twins was born in April and one of them (Ahmed) has heart holes, needs custody, a lot of treatments and costs, and now he needs special milk and medication.
I also have herniated disc, I cannot work hard in Egypt.
I need an operation that costs 4000 euros.
I live in a rental apartment that costs me 200 euros a month.
I need a diaperes, milk and medicine for children that costs me 200 euros a month.
Life requirements like food and other things 400 euros. " - Shareef, ( @sharifmoody )
Imagine your home city being reduced to rubble, and you find yourself in a new country, where every day is a struggle to get by - you need surgery for you and your child, and money for food, milk and medicine and rent on top of that. That is Shareef's reality. Please, stand with them during this tough time - be a light in the darkness, show some humanity and create hope.
Here are some medical documents shared by Shareef;
Medical reports for Ahmed, (child in need of surgery) (reverse image searched, seems legitimate)
I do commisions in exchange for proof of donations!! If you send me PROOF that you have donated to this fundraiser - you may receive -
€5 - a sketch
€10 - a drawing
€15 - a coloured drawing
€20+ - small painting
€30+ - large painting
Donation link you can support me through
Have you ever heard, of a story told in words
Painted in your mind, and burned into your heart?
Of each time a statement so significant, would not be forgotten by one, and instead cursed (or blessed) to never forget;
Where words to be heard, inspires the mind to bring out it's canvas, paint it's joys or sorrows away, and hang the painting up, for no one else but one to see?
I'll tell you a tale, of a woman no one knows the name of,
But her story is to be remembered, as a tale children hear, at night from their parents' whispers
Of a woman, who could not forgot, a significant line from those she held dear,
Both a blessing
And a curse
At first, it was her mother
The drip, drip, dripping of "Honey" from her lips
It trickled itself into her mind, fed her heart
It was syrupy, like a sweet treat after a hard day
It was her first love, and one that was to never to be taken from her,
Second, was from her brother,
"I hate you!"
It was discordant, all written in static, it hurt, she could see and hear the insincerity in this declaration,
She apologized shortly after, their small little quarrel, she'd rather never hear or see, that horrid line of hurt, much less would she want that insincerity, become no longer.
Next was her lover,
Name known to none but family and her,
"Sweetheart"
In a loopy handwriting, full of curled arcs and elongated inking, red, cherry red in color
She tucks this memory in her arms, and placed it high in her mind, never to forget
Last was her former love,
Name known to none but her family and her,
"I've found someone"
It was covered in roses, but with roses come thorns
And those thorns dug through her heart, wrapped itself around her mouth
Left her speechless and in tears,
A tale of a woman, who could not forget,
A tale of someone, who wishes to never paint any words again,
A tale that warns children
Be careful with what you say, because sometimes, people are cursed not to forget
A tale that warns them all,
Not all love will end sweet.
It seems I am wishing on the farthest star
To achieve what I, alone have earned,
The destruction of what once was home,
seems like a faraway memory, instead of a tomb.
I miss the hunger-smells, and the deathless soil
lively and untouched by the tyrannical hand,
I should've known
that I was wishing on the farthest star
in this lonely night sky,
where family is torn apart at the seams,
and little stars burn out,
and big Suns explode.
I am the slow burning fuse planted 'neath the earth of my home
Ne'er did they find the core of the tick, tick, ticks of time burning,
For the final bow was inevitable,
and this home of ours was never meant to be,
I am this slow-burning fuse,
Forever, lay the scent of TNT.
...Now, the reminiscent stench of gunpowder,
Clings to my coat like an old friend,
that once stabbed me in the back some time ago,
I frown when this sweater of mine smells of cigarette smoke,
The last remaining memory from Before,
tainted with the poignant, lingering smell of who I have come to be,
I chose this path myself,
Please, do not follow me.
Me and two friends need to raise $5000 by Monday 02.24.2025 for a deposit and we are missing $600, I offer digital art commissions for very flexible price and sell my prints and other Fandom merch on my Etsy and Bigcartel but if you can only spare a few dollars please donate directly on cash app or PayPal at ailexxichan@gmail.com. Without it they will be unhoused indefinitely. I will keep everyone updated and thank you for sharing this post