Every day, I watch my mother grow weaker, and it feels as though time is slowly taking her away while I stand here powerless.
The doctors have told us that her treatment can no longer be delayed and that she needs it urgently.
I am begging you from the bottom of my heart—if there is compassion in your heart, please don't leave us to face this alone.
Help us get my mother the treatment she desperately needs before it is too late.
Even the smallest donation can make a real difference, and even sharing this appeal could reach someone who is able to save my mother's life. Please, don't scroll past our plea in silence.
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Art and other rewards being offered for those who have proof of donation (such as a screenshot of receipt, probably with personal information blacked out) to the well-known vetting lists and a few other. I have collected an up-to-date list here. There is also links to other lists: for such as flowerpawarts's spreadsheet, you should make sure they accept the vetting list or are not just funding for a specific family
she has long been working hard for her family despite her health. please help!
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WHILE THE WORLD SPEAKS ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS, THIS IS THE REALITY.
For more than two and a half years, you have stood by me through some of the hardest moments of my life. Your support, your words, and your kindness helped us keep going when we were close to breaking. Because of you, we were able to hold on, and I will never forget that.
But the truth is, our story is not over yet.
We have lost everything, our home, our source of income, and the stability we once had. It feels like we are not just starting from zero, but trying to rise from below it.
Now things are even harder with my father’s illness. He needs ongoing care and treatment, while we are facing a complete lack of income. Even covering our basic daily needs has become a real struggle.
We are doing everything we can to stay strong, but we cannot do it alone anymore.
I am not asking for much, just for you to stand by us as you always have. Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference. It can help us cover my father’s treatment, provide our basic needs, and help us keep going.
And if you are unable to donate, simply sharing our story could help it reach someone who can.
Thank you for being there for us and for not leaving us alone.
Dear Esteemed Donors,
My name is Ahmad, and I am a 16-year-old from northern Gaza… Ahmad family needs your support for Support Ahmad’s Fami
📌📌📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account.
cw: fluff with minimal angst, reader and tsumu had an argument, msby4 is there, food mentions, probably bad writing like i just wrote this but i can't remember what i actually wrote which is a little alarming..., unedited and not proofread :,)
<bokuto3: hi it's atsumu
<bokuto3: WHY DOES BOKKUN HAVE YOUR CONTACT AS '<y/n3'?????? OUTRAGEOUS.
<bokuto3: anyways hi it's atsumu
<bokuto3: i miss u :( pls unblock me asap i'm sorry baby please i really am
<bokuto3: please don't be mad at me i thikn i'm lodsing my mind
<bokuto3: call me back. or text me back. unbloc k my email too thanx
<bokuto3: okay bye i luv u to the moon and back
<bokuto3: i'd do anything for u baby pls jyst talk to me again and i'd even swallow hot coals if you asked pls pls pls
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
<bokuto3: i love you
you: give bokuto his phone back. get back to practice. bye.
<bokuto3: LOVE OF MY LIFE
<bokuto3: NO Y/N PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH DON'T GO
you pocket your phone with a sigh, ignoring the way it continually buzzes with with messages and spam texts, probably just of atsumu professing his undying love for you and grovelling. pretty standard of him after an argument so intense that you had to walk out on before things escalated to places you would regret.
you can't deny that you miss him too, and it's been less than 24 hours since you saw him last.
in fact, you literally saw him this morning when sending him off to practice with a grumbled 'have a good practice' after he kissed over your forehead with a lightness rivalling a feather. a gentleness typically unseen from him.
really, the blond setter was just terrified of irritating you further.
then when you got up half an hour later, you're not pleased to see how atsumu was spamming you with messages, all conveying the messages he was scared of saying earlier. things like 'i love you', 'can't wait to go home to you', or 'did you see the photo of osamu's cat i sent'.
it's sweet, really; he is, but when you're still a little hurt from the harsh exchange you had last night, you didn't want him blowing up your phone this early in the morning.
so your only solution for a peaceful morning was to block him apparently.
something that clearly did not sit well with him because he then started spamming your socials and your emails with protests. did he not have practice to get to? where was all this time coming from?
you blocked him on those platforms too from the goodness of your heart because you had a feeling that he was skipping warmup in order to text you. if he pulled a muscle during practice, you don't want to begin imagining what a pain he'd be to look after.
glancing around the park you were currently strolling through to clear your mind, you only get a second to breathe when your phone starts buzzing again. this time, with a call notification from bokuto.
picking up, you immediately assume that it's atsumu who is bothering you after suffering the blows of how hard you've been ghosting him.
"atsumu for the love of-"
you're cut off of your own sentence when you hear somewhat muffled voices in the background.
"damn you messed up big time!" comes hinata's bubbly voice. you can indistinctly hear someone agreeing in the background- bokuto?
"stop rubbing it in!" atsumu exclaims, whining. you can picture him in your head right now, slouching against the wall as he deflates with each reminder of his mistake.
bokuto must have pocket-dialed you. you're about to hang up until you hear:
"how about you stop being miserable? your relationship with y/n will be fine as long as you apologise, this isn't the end of the world," lectures sakusa.
"for you maybe! ah already feel like y/n's slipping away from my grasp," cries your boyfriend. "and y/n is my world. so really, it does feel like the end of the world."
"you know what they say. love kills," mutters bokuto.
"literally no one has ever said that," sakusa deadpans.
"someone's probably said it."
"well if love does kill can it hurry up with atsumu?"
the dark-haired's simple statement makes you laugh, one that bursts suddenly before you have to cover your mouth from shame, hoping that it didn't disturb anyone.
"hey!" atsumu huffs before you can hear him groan dramatically again. except something's telling you that this isn't for show. "can't ya show a little sympathy to the guy who is having the worst time of his life? my partner doesn't even want to talk to me! i might as well rot right here and now."
"don't do that!" protests bokuto. "i'm sure y/n isn't as mad as you think. just talk to-"
"-what do you think i've been doing this whole time? i've been grovelling-"
"-no, you've been a bitch. i don't think telling y/n to 'text you back' counts as a proper apology."
the setter 'hmphs' and you can imagine the way he's crossing his arms. atsumu never did lose that immature side of him, but he tries, and you adore him for it. "is proclaiming my love not enough?"
"you can say 'i love you' to everyone, idiot, and you can confess your undying adoration for y/n any time. you do it on a regular basis anyways, atsumu, you don't need to double down on it just because you had an argument-"
"-but i'm scared that y/n will forget!"
the blond's outburst stuns everyone into silence. you hear a sniffle.
"what if i'm not worth the time? sometimes i get really scared that y/n might pack up and leave me because there's someone better out there. someone more patient and less of a hassle?"
it's so painfully silent, but each word that atsumu mutters is like a knife to your heart. how long has he felt this way?
hinata is the first to break the awkwardness. "c'mon man, you're literally high school sweethearts. i don't think you have anything to worry about."
"yeah, you're being silly right now, tsum-tsum!" bokuto agrees. "after all this time together, i think y/n has a reason to stay with you!"
"apart from my dashing good looks?"
"stupidity is temporary. get better soon," sakusa grumbles.
"omi-omi you're so mean!"
you hang up the call when you hear atsumu's chirpy tone again, unable to stop a smile from appearing on your own face. so long as he was happy, you were too.
that's what happens when you're soulmates, you suppose.
it's the same soulmate bond responsible for the fact that you were currently waiting outside the gym where msby practices were held, impatiently leaning against a small pole as you pass time on your phone.
then, just as you look up to check if anyone has left the building, your heart stops at the sight of a familiar faux-blond, animatedly chatting to one of his teammates. but when he meets your gaze, it takes him less than a fraction of a second to charge towards you.
instead of bracing for impact, you open your arms for him to tackle into, an offer he takes immediately.
as you both stumble backwards from the momentum, atsumu revels in your laughter and cherishes the feeling he gets knowing that everything is okay between you two. you chose to greet him after practice, you chose to go the somewhat inconvenient route all the way to his gym, you chose him and he hopes you never consider another option again.
and you won't. atsumu loves too hard and too well, warming you from the inside out to defrost any pain the coldness of life might leave you with. although he sometimes gets insecure about this overbearing trait of his, you get to show him each time just how beautiful it is; to wear your heart on your sleeve and love the world for what it is.
to love you for who you are.
"i'm sorry," he begins. "for what ah said last night, i was a real dick."
you smile. "well if you're really sorry, you'd let me take you out for some food, right?"
"only if it's your favourite."
"okay, sap. let's go then."
you think you hear atsumu whisper a 'thank you for letting me love you' before pulling him away.
Amal's tent was torn into by shrapnel and she barely fled with her life.
I'm in despair that we weren't able to raise enough for her -a malnourished new mother, with an incredibly painful kidney stone disease- to rent an apartment so that she may recover with her husband and children.
Now even the tent was taken from her. She is in severe pain and is scared. Please, please consider pitching in if you can and sharing if you can't.
Every bit goes toward pain management, shelter, and feeding her new baby Mina, who is malnourished as well due to her mother's poor health.
The unbearable conditions we are living through in Gaza are slowly breaking me, and I have no strength left.
At the same time, my father is in critical condition and needs daily medication that we can no longer afford. Every day without treatment puts his life at serious risk.
We are living through something beyond our ability to endure.
If you’re reading this, please don’t scroll away. Your help could save my father’s life.
Please support us and share our story 🙏💔
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
Please guys I am a sick Please, what I have collected in my own campaigns, I put it in building the school, so please I feel sorry for this. I hope it's not a bad decision. Please donate to help me from here
I created this page to share my journey and my story with you, and to seek hope during a difficult time my children and I are going through. For the sake of my children... I will never lose hope.
Sometimes, time seems to move in a vicious cycle, repeating itself in a painfully astonishing manner, as if mocking humanity's ability to learn from its mistakes. Two images are separated by 79 years, yet they appear as though no time has passed, as if the gap between them is merely a few fleeting moments.
Hello, I'm Karim from Gaza, writing to you with a heart full of pain and hope. We are a family who have lost everything; our house was destroyed, and we haven't even been allowed to return to its vicinity. Our homes and land have been taken from us. We are homeless, living in a simple tent near the sea, facing harsh conditions day after day. Our suffering has worsened since I was injured in the war, fracturing my spine and leaving me unable to work or support my family. My father is elderly, and my siblings are young children who need constant care.
Today, we face a new danger: the owners of the orchard where we pitched our tent are demanding rent, even though we have no source of income. We are in utter despair and don't know where to turn.
I implore you from the bottom of my heart to look upon our situation with compassion and to support my campaign in any way you can. Your support could make a real difference in our lives and give us hope for survival. Thank you so much to everyone who has offered us a helping hand. 🙏🙏
Donate here👈👈
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and campaign number #192.
I need €5,000 for my campaign to cover rent, expensive medical treatments, and urgent basic needs for myself and my family. We have one month's notice from the landlord. Please help me pay the $150 rent. We have nowhere else to go, and there are no vacancies. 🍉🙏
I am collecting money to help my injured brother and my elderly father to get out of Gaza for treatment because he was shot in the neck with
Oh God, my wife has completely lost consciousness due to lack of medication. My wife is in danger; she could die at any moment. 😭
We have no more medication to help her. We are living in dire circumstances.
For four days I have been pleading with you to provide medication to save my wife, but no one is helping me, and everyone here is ignoring me. Why? Should my wife be deprived of treatment? The healthcare system here in the Gaza Strip has completely collapsed, and the situation here is catastrophic.
My wife and unborn child are in danger. I can't bear to lose her; I might die with her. No one is standing by me in my ordeal; everyone is ignoring me. I die a hundred times a day.
I feel like I'm living in hell. Death is more merciful than this life and this cruel world. No one cares about us.😭
My wife urgently needs treatment now, or she will die at any moment. Her condition is worsening every minute; she has become thin and frail, her face is yellow, and I can see the signs of death in her face. 😭
We urgently need 650 euros for treatment. Please help me, don't leave me alone, don't let my wife die, don't let us face death. Please stand with me, help me.
These may be my last words or the last time I write a post about my family, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.
Time is running out, there's nothing left. My wife is in a terrible state because of the lack of medication. We haven't been able to buy the medicine yet. My wife is going to die. Please donate quickly, we urgently need €540 now. 😭
osamu buys you a cow print bikini but makes sure the top is barely a size too small so your beautiful tits fall out of the flimsy material with every bounce in your step. just enough to let his imagination run wild. you contemplate wearing it to the pool regardless, adjusting the strings and knots until you see osamu leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his broad chest with a smug look, “ya know, i got that for you to wear around the house only.”
nsfw 18+ minors dni. f. reader, exhibitionism since it’s a halloween party, breeding, slight size kink, semi-clothed sex, slight angel/devil roleplay ig?
note. so this was the sole reason i returned to this blog honestly but maybe the horny in me will keep me here a little longer idk hmph :<
your pouty lips babble out a strangled whine of his name when you feel atsumu’s fingers flex tighter into the flesh of your ass under your skirt, pinning you even harder against the cold wood of the bedroom door behind you and you’re thankful for the thumping of the loud music outside.
his large hands keep your hips pressed tightly against his own while his fat cock continues to dip in and out of your cunt, the slight burn from the stretch of taking him only adding to the pleasurable fogginess of your mind as he restlessly ruts into you.
your eyelashes finally lift as you blink away the tears that glisten in your eyes, admiring the sight of the blonde infront of you— atsumu is almost hunched over you, the sheer width of his shoulders and back making you feel tiny.
his hair is mused underneath the plastic red devil horns still surprisingly stuck in the bleach blonde locks, a contrast to the halo that’s haphazardly thrown on your head. and even paired with his flushed cheeks you can still make out the specks of red glitter along his cheekbones and roots, travelling down to decorate the hard muscle of his chest that peeks out from under his shirt where he’s left it unbuttoned.
your breathing hitches when he tears his eyes away from your puffy cunt to meet yours, a handsome smirk immediately decorating his lips as he deliberately slows his pace— pulling you even closer to his chest as he lets out a breathless rasp of a chuckle, brushing the blunt head of his cock against the spot inside of you that he knows will have you creaming around him.
“ya like what ya see baby? shiiiit— ‘cause a sure do.” atsumu’s tone is soft and smooth, an almost hard contrast to sinful way his hips are moving against yours, paired with the playful glint in the chocolate of his eyes.
“t-tsumu—“ is all you can muster back, your nails clawing at the fabric of his shirt covering his shoulders as your eyes roll back, shoving it down to reveal more of him as you grab at the new smooth skin, the desperation of your actions causing a chuckle to rumble through atsumu’s chest “heh, pretty lil angel, s-so desperate for a little sin, t-that it? yeah?”
the blonde groans, leaning over you as he tries to bite back his own moans, feeling you thrash under him with every stroke “yeah, baby? feels good don’t it? fuckkk—yer always so fuckin’ tight no matter how much a fuck ya, let me hear ya, princess.”
atsumu grunts, clenching his teeth when he feels your thighs tighten around him, locking up beneath his large palms. “ya love this fat cock, don’t ya, angel?” he doesn’t even give you time to reply, fucking into you impossibly deeper as he continues to hammer away at the sinful spot inside of you, babbling a few hushed praises between pants as he nears his own orgasm.
you whine and grind up against him, greedy for another release. you feel atsumu’s fingers trace along your thigh until you feel his thumb flick over your puffy clit, the sensation immediately throwing you closer to the orgasm you crave until you’re kicking your legs at the overwhelming pleasure.
“who owns this fuckin’ pussy, baby? fuuuuck—who d’ya belong ta—shiiit—“ his words are more breathless this time, almost desperate as his thrusts turn sloppy. his fingers nails digging almost painfully into your skin as you feel the growing wetness spread between your thighs with each snap of his hips.
“yours atsumu—“ is all you can manage before you hear the blonde growl above you “that’s f-fuckin’ right, princess.”
atsumu lets out a breathy whine as he slams one of his palms onto the door behind you, steadying himself as his orgasm rips through him, groaning as he milks his cock inside of you. the sensation causes you to shake as you come undone beneath him, thighs trembling as you gush around him, his cock continuing to slide in and out of you.
your legs quake when you finally feel him rest you back down with a satisfied sigh, blinking down at you through the sweaty blonde locks that have fallen over his dazed eyes as he adjusts the horns on his head with a pink cheeked smirk, leaning in slightly to place a soft peck on your swollen lips.
Rats have filled our tent, eating the few clothes we own and destroying the floor of the tent that barely protects us.
Every day we wake up to new damage, torn clothes, and belongings ruined by rodents because of the harsh conditions we are living in.
Our children are living in fear, exhaustion, and insecurity.
We have no home to protect us and no clean or safe place to turn to.
Even the simplest necessities of life have become a daily struggle for survival.
With the arrival of summer, my children are in desperate need of light summer clothes after most of their clothing was damaged by rats and the harsh conditions of displacement.
It breaks my heart to see my children deprived of the most basic needs that should be every child’s right.
We are not asking for the impossible… we only want to live with dignity and protect our children from this painful reality.
Any support or even sharing our words could help us continue and ease some of this suffering. 🤍
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