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I am a young child, but my body is far weaker than my age. Severe anemia is mercilessly tormenting me, turning my days and nights into unbearable agony.
The pain tears at every vein and every joint in my body. I cannot sleep, nor can I find a single moment of rest. I scream and cry inside from the intensity of the pain. Dizziness makes it difficult for me to move, and vomiting has ravaged my stomach, leaving me weak and frail. I am afraid... I am terrified of de@th, which draws ever closer.
My condition is deteriorating rapidly and becoming increasingly critical. I cannot afford the medicine that would extinguish this fire in my body, nor can I afford the food that would sustain what little remains of me. I am withering away, on the verge of de@th, because I cannot obtain the medicine and food that could save me. I beg you, with every drop of blood and every tear I shed each night, to h@lp me by d0nating blood. Do not abandon me and leave me to face this pain alone. Your d0nation and urgent assistance are the only lifeline that could bring me back to life.
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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… 🙏🇵🇸❤️🩹
Author's Note: More of Torglite and his Bonded in Husbandry AU!
Warning: Past family trauma Implied death/loss of family members Implied Astartes-related violence Fear of violence / hypervigilance Trauma responses / survival behaviors Anxiety around an abusive or potentially dangerous figure References to weapons Implied bereavement Emotional distress Discussion of a character being "taken" / disappearing under ambiguous circumstances. LMK if you need to me to add anything else.
Summary: The Mechanic slowly reveals the survival habits born from a past marked by Astartes violence while trying to determine whether Torglite is truly someone they can trust.
There were some things you learned when you grew up around Astartes. You learned not to stand directly behind them. You learned that a Space Marine could turn faster than something that large had any right to.
You learned not to touch their weapons. You learned not to make sudden movements when they were angry. You learned that "I'm fine" could mean anything from I'm actually fine to I am currently deciding whether anyone in this room needs to die.
You learned to tell the difference. Most people didn't. That was probably why most people liked them. The thought makes you snort as you tighten the bolt beneath the workbench.
Torglite is sitting across the shop, one massive armored leg folded awkwardly beneath him because apparently there is no chair in existence built for a man his size. Several of his mechadendrites are occupied with a half-disassembled generator.
He has been quiet for almost twenty minutes. You appreciate that. Not because you dislike him. You're still figuring that part out. But because silence is easier.
Silence doesn't make demands. Silence doesn't ask questions. Silence doesn't make you wonder whether you've said the wrong thing. You glance toward him.
One of his mechadendrites rotates. You immediately know what it is reaching for. "Third drawer."
The tendril pauses. "You know where everything is?"
"Obviously."
"It is remarkable that you have memorized the contents of your workspace to such a degree."
You shrug. "It's my shop."
He makes a quiet clicking noise. Probably amusement. You return to your work. The generator gives a little shudder. You feel the familiar pulse beneath your ribs.
Not quite a heartbeat. Not quite anything physical.
The Bond.
You still don't know what to do with that. You'd spent your whole life hearing about Bonds. Everyone had. People joked about them. People romanticized them.
People complained about them. There were advertisements for Bonded households. There were entire sections of the city built with Astartes in mind.
You'd grown up knowing that some people had one. You'd also grown up knowing that sometimes a Bonded person stopped coming home.
Your mother had always hated that particular phrase.
Stopped coming home.
She never said killed.
Not when you were little.
Not when you asked where Aunt Mara had gone. Not when you asked why Uncle's room had been emptied. Not when you noticed that nobody ever mentioned the enormous black-armored man who used to sit at the kitchen table.
You learned not to ask. Not because anyone told you not to. You just learned.
Your wrench slips. "Fuck."
Torglite's head snaps toward you. You freeze. It lasts less than a second.
You hate that it happens at all.
His optics settle on you. "You are injured."
"No."
"You said—"
"I'm fine."
He is silent. You can feel him looking at your hand. "It's a minor slip."
"I see."
You return to the bolt. The moment passes. Good. You don't need him knowing how quickly your body reacts to an Astartes looking at you. Especially not him. Because Torglite has never hurt you.
That matters. You remind yourself of that often. He has never hurt you. He has never threatened you. He has never raised his voice at you. He asks before touching you.
He waits when you tell him to wait. He doesn't enter your bedroom without knocking. He doesn't interfere with your work. He doesn't demand that you tell him where you're going.
He doesn't— You stop. Your hand has gone still.
Torglite notices. Of course he notices. "You are thinking."
You stare at the generator. "That's usually how it works."
"Your pulse increased."
You look at him. "I don't like being monitored."
The words come sharper than intended. His mechadendrites immediately withdraw. Not dramatically. Just enough. "I apologize."
You blink.
He actually sounds sincere.
"...It's fine."
"I will disable the secondary monitoring function."
"No."
He pauses.
You swallow. "No. Keep it."
His head tilts. "You are certain?"
"Yeah." You look away. Because that's the problem.
You don't actually want him to stop caring. You just don't know how to let someone care without wondering what they might eventually do with that knowledge.
The generator hums. Rain ticks against the roof. Torglite quietly resumes his work. You do the same. Neither of you mentions it again.
That is another thing you learned growing up around Astartes. Sometimes surviving means knowing when a conversation is over.
I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and ignores me. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
My young nephew is ill and requires urgent, life-altering surgery that must be performed as soon as possible; any delay could impact his health and future. We are living in Gaza under extremely harsh conditions, and one of the hardest things we face is watching him suffer right before our eyes while being unable to secure the necessary treatment for him. 😭
My nephew is his parents' only child. He lost his father in this genocide in the Gaza Strip and has suffered multiple traumas during this war. Please do not leave him alone. Donate to fund his surgery. Please donate—please!
Now, if you want to help, my nephew is sick and needs urgent surgery. We need 700 euros for the operation, and it will be up to you whether you will help or if my nephew will end up like the young man in the picture.
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Someone has donated 7 euros, and we still need 693 euros to get the surgery done as soon as possible. Please, please do not ignore me; please donate. Save my nephew before any harm befalls him. Please donate, please donate. 😭💔
Three people have donated a total of 20 euros, and we still need 673 euros to be able to go ahead with my nephew's surgery. Please, please stop ignoring me; I cannot sleep worrying about whether he will get the operation. Please donate. 💔😭
Several people have donated around 70 euros, but we still need 603 euros. Please, save my nephew—please donate. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. Please, please donate. 😭💔
Someone has donated 50 euros, and we still need 553 euros to be able to proceed with the surgery. Please, do not let me down; please, do not abandon me. Please—I say it again, please—my nephew's life is in your hands. Please, do something; please, donate, donate. 💔😭
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abdulrahman-familyl1 12h Oh God, oh God—there are only five hours left until the surgery, and we still need 525 euros. Please, please save us—save my nephew. We have made all the preparations for the operation, but we haven't raised the money. Please don't let us down; you are our only hope. Please donate, please donate. 😭💔abdulrahman-familyl1 The doctor called to tell us that the surgery has been delayed by another three hours, and we don't know what to do. We still need your help; please, please save us and donate. I hope to be able to get my nephew the surgery within the next three hours. Please donate. 💔💔😭
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.... The procedure involves a very sensitive area of his body, and the doctors have confirmed that it cannot be delayed. If the surgery isn't performed while he is still this young, he could grow up suffering for the rest of his life, and he might even lose his future prospects and the chance to ever become a father
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Hello friends , how are you? I hope everyone is fine .
As you know, it is the date of collecting the monthly rent costs of the house we live in, I do it every month with you guys, so thank you to those who supported me in the past months, and they still help my family even a little.
Please guys, I need 700 dollars in order to pay for the costs of the house that shelters us all, and this goal is considered the most important for my family at the moment, because shelter is the most important thing in our current circumstances in the Strip, and it protects us from rodents, bombing effects and many things.
I try as much as possible to meet basic needs for my big family such as some food, drink and clothes, but the most important thing for all of us is to rent the house.
Hello guys, this fundraiser was created with the help of my friend Adam.
Our goal is to help … Adam M needs your support for Help Samir
The payment date is on 12/08/2026 and I only have 6 days to collect $700 before it's too late.
If I don't pay the costs on time, we will all be kicked out and we will all be homeless.
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Warnings: money problems, attempted past financial manipulation, grief, loss of a loved one, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it!
Summary: Phagia is confronted while grieving his bonded.
"I was told that I'd find you here at this time of day, lurking over grandfather's grave." A well dressed mortal called out, their well-tailored clothes and shine-polished leather shoes out of place in the partially overgrown graveyard that Phagia was currently kneeling in.
His brothers had convinced him to bury what was left of his bonded here, where his wife had been buried years before he had ever arrived on Ancient Terra. It was a wish that his bonded had spoken of, but in those first few weeks Phagia had lost himself in the mourning and did not know how much time had passed until one of his brothers had found him weeping and mourning.
Phagia was knelt beside his bonded's grave, having replaced the pot of his bonded's favorite flowers in the morning. The ancient death guard did not want to speak, but ignoring the mortal was not working.
The impatient tap-tap-tapping of their well-polished shoes and the increasingly loud huffing and stony glares being sent his way spoke to that.
"What do you want?" Phagia asked, having patience only for the passing of time, and the caring for what was left of his bonded and very little else.
"I want you to cede what grandfather left to you in his will to me." The young mortal answered, their chin tilting up a little, as defiance and purpose filled them.
"Why?" Phagia asked, tilting his head a little "So you can sell the land that he loved and cared for to those who would destroy every bit of what he loved of that place?"
"How fucking dare you! I was his favorite before you came into his life! I just had to meet with him once a month for a couple of hours, help him around the house and listen to the same boring stories over and over again and I got the best of what the old bastard had! Then you came into his life, and he changed everything! He changed the will so that me and the others get ten dollars each and everything else goes to you! The money, the land, the house. It's not fair! You tricked-"
"Do not defile what I had with your grandfather with your jealousy and violet-tainted avarice." Phagia growled, patting the ground that his beloved slept beneath twice in silent apology as he turned to face the mouthy mortal fully. "I never asked him for anything but for the time and care he was willing to give me."
The well-dressed little shit stamped their foot again "You don't understand! Those lands and money were supposed to be mine! For me! I was counting on being able to sell off that land when he was gone. You need to give it over to me. You don't really need money or land, you can live with the other big bastards. This is my last hope!"
"For what? What do you need the amount of money you believe is entitled to you for?" Phagia asked, tilting his helmet a little as he stared at the other. His proboscis flicked out, catching the scent of not just indignation and rage, but also desperation and fear. "Speak truthfully and I may be moved to aid you."
"I... Look... The restaurant business is really expensive, and I borrowed from some really... Not good people. I need to pay them back soon or they're going... I don't know what exactly they'll do to me, but it's not going to be. Selling the old man's farm would give me enough money to not just pay them off, but to keep the restaurant afloat until it gets super popular. A popular internet food-influencer is going to be visiting soon and I know they plan on visiting my restaurant. I just need to stay open until they release the video saying how good the food is and everything will be on the up and up." The mortal answered, desperation and hope perfuming the air.
"... I will not give you the money that you feel entitled to that was left to me by your grandfather, nor the lands that he wanted to stay partially wild, partially as a beautiful garden to feed those who seek it." Phagia answers. He raised a rotten hand as the mortal started to speak "Hush. But I will give you the number of a wealthy brother of mine. He can help you get the funds you require, if you agree to his terms."
"... and if I refuse? What if I contest the will?" The mortal demanded.
"With what money? It requires money to do this, yes? You already spoke of your desperation. I know that you do not get along well with your siblings and cousins, else you would have asked them for money - or tried to come with me as a united front." Phagia answered, his voice steady and calm.
"... Give me his number. I'll... Call him." The mortal answered, their whole body sagging as they surrendered.
The Death Guard smiled and gave him Hura's number "I will tell him to expect your call. Now, if you wish to spend time at your grandfather's grave, I invite you to mourn with me. Otherwise... Leave."
The mortal hesitated for a heartbeat.
Two.
And then they left, going back to the very sleek looking vehicle that they had arrived in a short while ago.
Phagia returned to his vigil over what was left of his beloved bonded's remains, crooning softly one of the hymns of sorrow and despair, allowing his grief to show in full once more.
does anyone have $10 or anything for a family of 7, 4 who're disabled, 2 kids under 15, in a abusive house for food and $41 for Dereks insulin that he MUST take to stay out of an er? im panicking as his dosage was upped last year this is URGENT he's been out a day please im begging yall we need help to get through this anything helps be it dollar or less. also please help me give these kids food to eat
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.
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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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Hello everyone, I'm Abdullah from the Gaza Strip, I'm 18 years old. I recently graduated from high school with a 93.9% average in the scienc
Hello everyone here 💙 I'm Abdullah from the Gaza Strip, specifically from the south. I'm the youngest of my siblings and I'm striving to complete my education. I took my high school exams this year and excelled, achieving a 93.3 average. Now I'm aiming to study dentistry, but my family lost everything in the war, and we're now on the verge of a new life. I need to pay a university placement fee of over $200. However, I'm absolutely certain that there are people who can help me because of their immense humanity. My words may not be very expressive, but I desperately need help.
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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's campaign has been subjected to repeated setbacks as his accounts keep getting deleted causing him to lose momentum. please help him out if you're able
What hurts me the most is not only what we have lost, but how every day now feels like another day filled with fear and worry. Displacement, loss, and not knowing what tomorrow may bring have all become part of our lives. Some of my friends have even started asking me why I have gray hair at such a young age. Honestly, I have no real answer for them. That gray hair carries the weight of everything we have been through, and there are things that are simply too painful to put into words
But the hardest thing for me is seeing my father in pain. He spent his whole life working for us, raising me, and standing by our family through the hardest times. Even during the war and displacement, he never left us. Now he is the one who needs our help. He needs surgery, and I keep asking myself if I will be able to afford it after everything he has done for us
For more than two months, I have been trying to reach our short-term goal. The surgery costs €1,500, and we have raised €801 so far. We still need €699. I don’t want to give up now. Even €5, €10, or €20 can bring my father closer to the treatment he needs. Every contribution means a lot to us and could help ease his suffering.
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My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
