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"I am a young child living with my family in a tattered tent. I haven't eaten since yesterday because of the high prices and scarcity of everything. My stomach aches from hunger, and I can't sleep most nights because of the hunger and the shelling around us.
The image before you of our burning tents is heartbreaking, and we are here, caught between hunger and fear. Please d0nate, don't ignore our plea. Your d0nation can provide a morsel to satisfy my hunger and save a child facing de@th. D0nate now to save us,.please don't leave us to perish."
He was a dog but that was what all Custodes were for the Emperor. They were all attack dogs and sure he made them all proper and posh but the heresy ripped the muzzle free of Apollo as he watched his beloved Emperor fall into decay and ruin for an Empire that loved him wrong but they needed something to believe in because that was the fatal flaw of humanity is they needed something to believe in.
He's seen the ancient temples to gods that are forgotten by his time and yet their impressions are felt ages beyond their original time. And yet he was here... thrown into the past... thrown into combat... thrown to Aurora. Apollo knew he was grasping tightly on something... he was holding this bond tightly because he too needed something to believe in.
He needed her smiles... the way she drags her hand on his face... the gentle kisses to his cheeks or forehead. He needed her to ask him to help with her needs and wants. He needed her to look up at him with those golden eyes of hers... to look up at him as she rides him. He needs to hear her beg him for a relief he can provide. He needs her to need him beyond the eternal guardian. Perhaps it is not his place as one of the Dread Host. But he needs her to need him for so much more.
To hear her sigh in his arms the way she sighs reading to books she is fond of... the ones of fantasies he is able to complete. He just needs her to see him beyond his silent guard... to be able to bring her to completion and feel those lips upon his mouth. But he is left unable to impose such will upon the little Empress so he is simply left here... yearning and hoping that she utilizes the tool in her possession.
My name is Nouran, I am a 21-year-old university student from Gaza. Before the war, my family of nine lived safely in our home and had simple dreams like any other family.
But the war took everything from us. We were displaced more than eight times, our home was destroyed, and we now live in a tent under extremely harsh conditions.
The children in my family are suffering from hunger and fear. My little niece Nouna is only six months old, and she has to live through these terrible conditions. 💔
My little brother Abdo, who is only 10 years old, recently suffered a serious hand injury. The tendon in his hand was completely cut, and he urgently needs surgery. Without it, he may permanently lose the ability to use his hand. 😭💔
Please help me save Abdo, feed my family, and protect the children. Any help, no matter how small, could make a real difference. If you cannot donate, please share our story. 🙏🏻🤍
I have no money to save him. I don't want to see my little brother lose his hand while he is still just a child.
We don't ask for much. We only want to live safely and with dignity.
أنا أستخدم مترجما للإنترنت لذا آمل أن يكون هذا منطقيا. يحتوي هذا المنشور على المدققين ومعلومات الاتصال الخاصة بهم في الأسفل. إذا تمكنت من الحصول على المزيد من الشيكات، يمكن أن يساعد ذلك حملتك في الحصول على المزيد من التبرعات. إذا كنت تعرف شخصا آخر تم التحقق منه ، فيمكنه التحدث نيابة عنك وسيتم التحقق منك من خلاله.
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Hi, my name is Goedele. I live in Belgium. I am organising … Goedele Caluwe needs your support for HELP.. Maryam and her family survive a
If my father dies, I will never forgive anyone, because I begged the whole world to help me save him. His condition worsened, and he was taken back to the hospital.
Unfortunately, my father was taken to the hospital after we discovered he was bleeding heavily. He urgently needs to stay and receive the medical care he deserves, but the amount needed is too much for us to afford. Please help us and donate.
I have no other recourse but to ask for help and donations to save my father. Please don't let me down, don't leave me alone, and give me whatever you can. His treatment and hospital stay in Gaza are extremely expensive, and I cannot afford it all. Please donate now.
Donations have stopped for a while now, and there's very little money left, not even enough to buy my father's medicine. Please donate now; save his life before it's too late.
Nader's father needs pain relief. Donate what you can. This is campaign number 4 on the @gazavetters account. I personally assure you that your donations will go directly to Nader, his family, and his ailing father.
Nader is a dear friend to me and his tumblr account was recently banned again by this website's callous, racist zionist-sympathetic userbase. His father is still battling a multitude of health problems with no functioning infrastructure in place to meet his needs. Please consider lending him financial aid if you have the means to do so.
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I am writing these words with a broken heart. To anyone who reads this and chooses to ignore it, please simply scroll past. I am living through the hardest moments of my life. My husband, Diaa, is slowly dying before my eyes. Because of his severe injuries, especially the injury to his foot, he has been unable to eat or drink properly for more than a week. His weight has dropped to just 41 kilograms, and he is suffering from severe malnutrition that is threatening his life.
I watch him suffer every day, and I feel helpless, with nothing left to do but hold on to hope and pray. We urgently need help to provide him with the treatment, care, and food he needs to stay alive. 🙏💔
I write with tears welling in my eyes and a trembling hand. I'm not asking for the impossible; all I ask is a chance to save his life. Please, donate now, and share our story, so that, thanks to you, our voice may reach everyone.
Isn't it enough that I lost my mother, the most precious person I had, because of the occupation? They prevented her from traveling despite her having cancer. 😭
Or should I tell you about my brother, who was martyred in this war? He was the father of my nephew, who needs surgery. He was killed by a bullet to the head. 💔
Or about my uncle who was martyred, and half of my relatives and friends whom I have lost… 💔😭I'm trying with everything I have not to lose my husband too. 🙏💔Please, donate and help us. Don't leave us alone.Please donate, donate… 🙏🇵🇸❤️🩹
Please, help me save my mother.
Today is the final day to pay for her treatment, and we cannot afford to wait any longer.
All I want is for my mother to receive the care she desperately needs. Even the smallest donation could make a difference and give her a chance to receive treatment and survive.
My name is Suhaila, and I am a mother of five children.
I spend every moment beside my little daughter Mira's hospital bed, holding her tiny hand and praying that she survives. Mira is undergoing urgent surgeries, and her iron level has dropped to just 6, leaving her little body dangerously weak. She urgently needs medicine and specialized medical treatment. We have been told that she needs treatment abroad, but the border crossing is closed, and she cannot leave to receive the care that could save her life. As her mother, I feel helpless as I watch her suffer, unable to give her the treatment she desperately needs.
At the same time, my family is living through another heartbreaking tragedy. Our home was completely destroyed, my husband was injured and can no longer work, and my children have gone for days without enough food. We have almost nothing left to eat, and every day they ask me for food that I cannot provide. We are living under constant shelling, surrounded by fear, with no safe place to go. My children are hungry, my family is exhausted, and we are simply trying to stay alive.
I am begging you with all the strength I have left—please do not turn away from our pain. Your donation could help provide Mira with the medicines and treatment she urgently needs and help my family buy food to survive. If you cannot donate, please share our story with others. Your kindness could save my daughter's life and give my children hope during this unimaginable hardship. Please don't let Mira be forgotten.
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Suheila, who is a m… Mickey Dee needs your support for Support Suhaila's family in
I never imagined I would have to ask for help like this. My name is Wedad, and I am from P.a.l.e.s.t.i.n.e. My family consists of 7 members. Our home was completely destroyed, and now we are living in a torn tent with nothing left. My family and I have not had any food for the past 32 hours. Watching my family suffer from hunger is heartbreaking, and every hour feels endless.
My mother is sick, and my sister Mira is also sick. They both urgently need medicine and medical care, but we cannot afford it. I feel helpless watching them suffer while we have no food and no way to help them.
If you are able to help, your d.o.n.a.t.i.o.n can provide food for my family and medicine for my mother and my sister Mira. If you cannot donate, please share our story with others. Your kindness and support could give my family hope during this heartbreaking time. Thank you for reading my story.
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Hello, my name is Mickey from Michigan USA and I am raising funds for Wedad… Mickey Dee needs your support for Support Wedad's Journey to Sa
Every minute that passes carries with it more pain for this innocent child who silently struggles with the disease. His family stands helpless in the face of the exorbitant costs of treatment, and after God they have nothing but your compassionate hearts. With your simple contribution, you can be the reason for his recovery and hope again in his life. Time is running out, and our call today is the only lifeline. Don't be stingy with him by extending a helping hand
We can't stand idly by while this innocent child is in pain. The burden is very heavy on his family, and your solidarity is their last hope. Whether by direct donation, bank transfer, or even publishing the campaign to reach every compassionate heart; your contribution means a new opportunity for life. Participate now and be part of his survival
We cannot stand idly by while this innocent child is in pain. The burden is very heavy on his family, and your solidarity is their last hope. Whether through a direct donation, a bank transfer, or even by sharing this campaign to reach every compassionate heart your contribution means a new chance at life. Take action now and be a part of his survival.
Time is not in our favor, and every minute that passes doubles the danger to his small body. Illness doesn't wait, and every second delay can make the difference painful. Don't let time run out; your quick response now is the real difference between the extinction of hope and the survival of this child.
Hello friends, thank you to everyone who has tried to contact and help me.
My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am a children’s teacher, 24 years old, living with my parents and siblings. We all used to live a peacefu
We are struggling in every way. Everything is incredibly expensive, and we can't afford basic necessities like food and drink.
We are constantly in need of assistance. Imagine, the cost per person exceeds $15 per day, and there are eight of us.
I am very ill, and I am also trying to care for my mother and provide her with medication.
Imagine that I am the sole provider for my family. Perhaps $100 isn't a large sum to you, but it's what I need to save my family. I need $50 daily to cover at least my family's most basic needs, in addition to my mother's medication. If I ever lose my voice, I will still be able to care for my family.
I will never forgive anyone who could have helped and let us down. Please, all I need to raise right now is $300. If six people each contribute $50, I will have it by evening.
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Ahmed has been verified by @90-ghost for years now, but still he suffers in the Gaza Strip for as long as the occupation denies Gazans their independence.
Now, Ahmed’s need has worsened. He and his mother are in dire need of medical attention, and his brother (may he return safely) will also need your support.
We are urgently trying to raise $400 for Ahmed’s basic needs and, long-term, a minimum of $25,000 for his mother’s evacuation to and treatment in Egypt. Given the cuts taken out by G/F/M and the banks, $25,000 is likely underselling the true costs.
Ahmed needs your help. His family needs you. The most direct way to help him is to donate to the Pay/Pal he uses, as he will receive the full monetary amount this way. If you cannot donate to his Pay/Pal, there is a G/F/M that you can send the money to. And if you cannot send him money, then please share so that his plea can reach someone who can.
Go to paypal.me/AhmedResh and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
My name is Tiffany, and though I live in the U.S. thousands of miles from Gaza, … Tiffany Dickenson needs your support for Help Ahmed Rebuil
My name is Adham, and before the war, I lived a simple but happy life. I worked as a driver with my own car, earning an honest living by taking people where they needed to go. It wasn't a luxurious life, but it was enough. I was proud that I could provide for myself and look toward the future with hope.
Shortly before the war began, I got married. My wife and I dreamed of building a peaceful life together, but those dreams were shattered almost overnight.
The war took everything from us. Our home was destroyed, and the car that was my only source of income was lost. In a matter of days, I went from being able to support my family to having nothing.
Today, my wife and I live in a tent. Even the small piece of land where our tent stands is not free, and the landowner asks us to pay rent every month. We struggle every day to find food, clean water, and the basic necessities of life.
My name is Adham, and before the war, I lived a simple but happy life. I worked as a driver with my own car, earning an honest living by tak
As if losing everything wasn't enough, I was seriously injured during the war. A bullet struck my chest, and it still remains inside my body. I need surgery to remove it, but the operation costs far more than I could ever afford. Every day I live with pain and uncertainty, knowing that I cannot pay for the treatment I need.
I also had a fundraising campaign in the past, but unfortunately, I never received the support that was collected for me because I was deceived by the person managing the campaign. After that painful experience, I am now searching for a trustworthy person who can help me create and manage a new fundraising campaign so I can finally receive the support my family urgently needs.
I am asking for your help with humility and hope. Whether you can help by creating a fundraiser, donating, or simply sharing my story, your support could truly change our lives. Your kindness will help us cover our basic living expenses, pay the rent for the land where our tent stands, buy food and other essentials, and, most importantly, give me a chance to receive the surgery I desperately need.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking the time to read my story and for standing with my family during the hardest time of our lives. Your kindness gives us hope that we are not alone.
No donation is too small. If you are unable to donate, sharing my story or helping me find someone who can safely organize a fundraising campaign would mean the world to us.
Every day, I count the days until I meet my baby… but instead of feeling only excitement, I am overwhelmed with fear.....😢
I am now 8 months pregnant, with only a month and a half left until my due date. I still need $850 to cover the cost of my delivery. It may not seem like a huge amount, but for me, it feels impossible to reach alone.....💔😭💔😭😞
I don't want luxury. I don't want anything extra. I just want to give birth safely and hold my baby knowing we made it through this...🍉🍉
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From a future teacher to a homeless woman
My story and my hope to survive
My name … Maryam Awad needs your support for Help the famil
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Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
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Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
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Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
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Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
