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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

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Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

Yandere!Suguru, slight gore, manipulation

Previous drabble

During the first few months of your stay at the cult, you leave often.

Suguru was not a fan of this but tried to let you do what you wanted. He needed to let you drop your guard more, he needed your trust so he could keep you here with him and the girls forever.

But after two weeks of you leaving every other day his resolve snaps.

You are getting ready to go out with friends, the ones that were left anyway. His heart did soften as he saw your smiling face. Then he resolves himself to gently guide you in the right direction.

He doesn’t want to have to scare you like this but sadly some lessons have to be learned.

You only make it to the marble stairs when you feel something wrong. It was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Looking around you try to see if the spirits you thought were gone are back.

A garbled noise has you looking down to see a figure of a mangled woman clawing up the steps to you. She is covered in blood and is a mess of rotting flesh.

A scream tears out of your throat as you run back into the cult. Your heart pounds in your chest as you sprint to the one person you know can help you.

Suguru comes into view and you practically fling yourself into his arms. He was in his night clothes but you were too scared to pay any attention to it. He looks distressed by your tear stained cheeks as if he wasn’t the one to scare you in the first place.

He hugs you to his chest and rubs soothing circles into your back as you sob out what happened.

“Come on.” Suguru says in a soft tone and a gentle expression then leads you to his room.

In your tearful state he pulls you into his bed and has your head on the open part of his robe. The skin to skin contact grounds you.

After a while your sobs have faded into small whimpers as you are curled against him in bed.

“I warned you about those spirits that are after you.” He scolds you with an air of sadness, “They can only get to you when you are outside of these walls.”

“I am sorry for not believing you.” You sniffle and look up at him with a soft expression.

“You don’t have to apologise for learning a lesson, Angel.”

You fall asleep in his arms shortly after.

Good thing Suguru is the one to help you because any one else might take advantage of your trusting nature.

Everyone wanted to be thicc but nobody wanted to be fat. Everyone wanted the dad bod but nobody wanted to be fat. Everyone wants fat mommy milkers but nobody wants mommy to be fat. Everyone wants to be a bear but not like, an actual fat bear. You get what i’m saying

I love saying I write for multiple characters then having one obvious favourite who gets more fics then the others

Here is a snippet of Saint 🤭

reblog to bite your mutuals

Does anyone want to be tagged in part 1 of the outlaw Yuki fic?

Currently writing the reunion scene for Outlaw!Yuki and crying, the sad music I am listening to isn’t helping either.

two's trouble geto x f!reader x clone!geto

"who the fuck is he?"

or maybe, what would be more accurate.

he looked like your boyfriend. had all the same little mannerisms. the crooked smile. the glint in his eyes. he even sounded the same, the soft purr of your name and warm hum when he wrapped his muscular arms around you.

except - your real boyfriend had just walked through the door, unfazed and unbothered by (his twin? doppelganger? duplicate?) whatever he was, currently cuddled up to you.

"me," geto casually shrugged, his back to you and rummaging through the fridge as if this really was your average Thursday and there weren't two of him - and the one that wasn't him was slipping a cold palm inside your shirt, tracing up your waist and teasing against the edge of your bra.

"excuse me?" you squeaked, cheeks burning as your boyfriend that wasn't really your boyfriend leaned down to softly kiss your neck.

"you're always complaining that you're home by yourself when I'm on missions," he shrugged, like it was an answer in-and-of itself. like he hadn't just fucking cloned himself to keep you company.

"and?"

"now you have a second me," he hummed, grabbing a snack from the top shelf and rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. he didn't even acknowledge the other him sucking wet spots across your collarbone. just pressed a short kiss to your forehead before walking over to the couch. "problem solved."

something hard pressed into your ass.

how long would it take him to realize he created a brand new one?

Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐