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The Journey of Return

After fifteen months of forced displacement, we returned carrying hope, but what we found was harsher than we had imagined. Our homes were no longer homes. They had become silent ruins telling a story of loss. There were no longer walls to protect us nor windows overlooking the dreams we had grown up with. Every corner here whispered the pain of memories, the sound of laughter buried under the rubble, and the warmth of family that had become just a memory.

We walked 11 miles, nearly 18 kilometers, carrying what was left of our lives on our shoulders, treading over harsh ground that seemed to reproach us for our absence. The road was not just a distance. It was a lesson in patience and resilience. Our bodies were exhausted, but our souls burned with longing.

Today, we stand on this land, trying to gather what remains, to start again despite the pain. But the truth is, we can't do it alone. We need a helping hand, support to rebuild our lives as they once were, or even better. This land has suffered just as we have, yet it still holds the potential for life. And so do we… we just need someone to believe in us, to help us rise again.

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Hello, I am Umm Anas from the northern Gaza Strip. 🍉🙏😭

We are a family of 12.

We are in the northern Gaza Strip and have been besieged since the beginning of the war. There is no food, no water, no medicine. There is education for my children. Schools have been bombed and universities have been bombed. Our homes have been damaged. Food is very expensive. The prices are high. 🍉🙏

Please donate to me, the link is in my bio. 🍉

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INTRODUCTION!

Hi everyone! I'm a 18+ bisexual girl, i use she/her pronouns and I go by the name Lessi. I decided to start writing here on Tumblr for fun, and I do have a life outside of it so don't expect costant posts.

RULES:

Minors or ageless blog, do not interact with any of my NSFW works please, I know you can be curious about it, but trust me it's not good to be introduced to kinks, soft or not, at such a young age. Live your childhood and teen years, spend some times with your friends.

If I say I'm uncomfortable with something, please do respect my boundaries and, if I accidentally break yours or make you uncomfortable in any way, please tell me so I can apologise and not do it again!!

I don't want any racisms, homophobia, xenophobia or anything of that sort. I want this to be a safe place for people, so Don't be ignorant and respect others.

be polite and respect my time!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

I will write almost everything, including NSFW, for anyone as long as im are COMFORTABLE, I will not be breaking anyone's boundaries because someone is horny, sorry not sorry.

Now, talking about writing...

I TAKE REQUESTS!

if you are curious about what fandom i write, just ask me! im not writing them here because i get obsessed with new fandoms/sports/whatever every other week, so it would be pretty messy

give me time to write them

im always open for a chat about anything

also im not deleting my old posts, some people are still liking them, so ill keep them on my profile but just know that i do not write for mcyt anymore

MY BOUNDARIES:

respect me and everyone else

dont be rude, give me my time to work on the posts and still live my life

Dont ask personal questions like where I live, other socials, real name, etc.

thats it i think

Thank you everyone for reading! At the next post! <3

me when I write

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Sam Nook *heart eyes*

Hellooo, I just wanna ask if you write on sukuna? Cuz I just thought like what if there’s a Dorm Mate! Sukuna? 🤯🤓 He’s like dorm mate gojo but more meaner?¿ and more protective?¿ and like yuji will be like geto in those scenes lol (just a thought heh~ ✨)

Dorm mate! Sukuna

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A/N: AHHH I had so much fun with this idea!! Thank you for this!! Unfortunately I don’t think this will become a series but hope you enjoy! <3

Dorm mate! Sukuna is rude, arrogant and never cleans up after himself.

The only reason you and Yuuji haven’t kicked him out yet is because he picks you up from college with his car.

Although it’d help if he stopped revving his engine at you and catcalling you as you approach the car 💀

He doesn’t ask, but rather demands you to make him breakfast, claiming you should ‘make yourself useful to him’

But then he gets jealous when you make breakfast for Yuuji too, throwing Yuuji’s plate on the floor out of bitter envy 💀

ALWAYS walks around the dorm shirtless with grey joggers. Mostly because he’s trying to fluster you. He knows you like the tattoos littered across his chiselled abs and broad shoulders ;)

He’s so messy and useless, he never helps with the chores, instead he’ll fake fuck you from behind when you bending over to clean something

Also slaps your butt to piss you off

Arguments with him will never last long because you’re cut off when he starts angrily pulling your hair or bending you over the counter, threatening to ‘fuck the rudeness’ out of you

Manspreads on all the chairs as if he owns the entire place.

Well… he does pay your share of the rent sometimes, so I guess he kinda does…

Yeah, Sukuna may seem like an asshole, but his soft spot for you is undeniable.

Only reason he picks you up from college is because he wants to personally make sure you make it back safe.

He only dyed his hair pink after finding out Yuuji was being bullied for his pink hair, threatening everyone into silence.

And he’s now feared across the college after he beat up a bunch of frat boys that were harassing you <3

I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,

please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.

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Together for Mohammed in the North

My name is Mohammed, I live in a neighborhood in Shujaiyya, an area in the north of Gaza. I am 21 years old , the eldest among my siblings.

Support a Family in Need ❤️

Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.

We’ve reached 19% of our goal (€3,715/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.

This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.

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What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people