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Hello friends 💗Thank you all for your continued support. I am very sorry to tell you that we recently experienced heavy shelling near us.
As a result, we lost everything. My handmade crochet work was burned and destroyed, and now I have to raise money again to buy the basic supplies I need, including crochet hooks, yarn, and threads.
The prices have become extremely high. Right now, I need only $200 to purchase the essential materials and start creating new pieces again.
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These are some of my previous handmade creations. I miss being able to make pieces like these again.
Hello my friend I am a mother of two little girls from Gaza, Sara (6 years old) and Ameera (5 years old) 💔Before the war, we lived a simple life with a home and dreams like any other family. Today, our home has been destroyed, and we are living in a damaged tent after long months of displacement, fear, hunger, and loss.
My daughters spend their days standing in long lines for water and bread instead of living their childhood 🥺 My husband was also injured while trying to bring food for us during the famine.
I created this fundraiser with a broken heart, only hoping to protect my daughters and give them a chance to live with dignity, safety, and hope again 🙏
Any donation, no matter how small, can help us survive. And if you cannot donate, sharing our story may help us reach someone who can, but please try to support us with a donation because my campaign is still new and my little girls desperately need your help 🌿
Hi, I am Max Langlois. I created this fundraiser for these two little girls. Please read their story below, share and donate if you can.
Please do not leave Sara and Ameera alone in this pain and suffering 💔
A/N: Ok this is my first fanfic and smut ever published, I am embarrassed but… I was so saddened by the lack of Waterboy x reader content I wrote it myself! Sorry if his stutter is inaccurate swear I’m working on it!
Tags: nsfw (sorry), dom reader, hand job, groping (ig?), vanilla except for a good boy in there
Wordcount: 3.8k
Quick before the fic warning for reader- I use 2nd person so no pronouns but reader is described to have breasts otherwise nothing gender specific. I also avoid anything to do with height- I myself am really tall and I HATE reading for the 4’11 y/n’s.
Waterboy or Hermy as you’ve come to know him was the only person left in the office, save for you of course. Everyone else had finished work and either headed to that god awful hero bar or left for home. He was scrubbing at a window whilst you followed behind him, spewing words about your days missions and your weekend plans or rather lack their off.
“What about you Hermy? You got plans?”
“P-plans? No no I don’t do— I never plan t-things. Things like p-plans I mean.”
You knew if you’d asked he would do something with you. The two of you wouldn’t go to a bar like you would the rest of your coworkers but something about his silly wet face made you want to fuck him sidewa— treat him better than anyone else in the office.
Sure, he would do something with you, but would he ever invite you? God knows not.
But everyday when you look over at him- making a mess worse with the over saturation of water and get pathetically flustered over that mistake- it makes you think about how he’d look as you’re kissing up his slick neck.
You hoped the pink didn’t show up in your cheeks as the thought pushed itself back in your head.
“How about I take you out?”
“Take- take me o-out? Like- like a date?!”
You wished you would’ve call it that. But if you did would he still say yes? Is it worth it to tease him or would he suddenly decide to grow a pair and leave you high and dry.
But getting to take in his bright pink face- more flushed and wet looking than usual- you forgot your insecurity. Fuck, Hermy was too cute, you had to have him before that stupid man running the Z-team took over his life.
“If you want it to be. You’re cute y’know. I wouldn’t mind going out going out with you.”
He didn’t seem to be able to answer or if he was trying to he couldn’t get it out. His mouth couldn’t keep up with his thoughts as they poured from his mouth- you noticed he’d drooled a little (or maybe just had a little water formed at his mouth) during his ‘response’.
His pitch seemed to shoot up towards the end as he stumbled through his words. You reached out for his rubber covered hand and found you could feel how damp he was through his gloves. Despite what one might think with the water constantly clinging to him he smelt quite good. You could smell him especially well this close to him, like clean soap and a fresh water creek.
“Ok.”
You nodded and squeezed his hand resulting in a squishy noise. He felt warm.
“O-ok?”
He stared at you with those stupid blue eyes that almost seemed to fill with tears under his goggles.
You thought he was beautiful… in a strange wet cat way.
Silence fell over the pair of you as his sopping rag sat unattended on the floor and he blinked in what you deduced was disbelief.
“You don’t think I’m messing with you do you?”
Heaven forbid he thought such, you wanted in his pants as soon as— you wanted to have a nice date with this cute guy from work as soon as possible. But it was endearing how little he thought of himself.
“N-n-no well may-maybe a lit-little. Date- I’ve never- I’ve never been on a- a date.”
He cowered away like he was scared you’d admit to messing with him, like he’d have to go back to staring at you when you came back from missions because he could barely muster up the courage to speak to you himself, like he’d never get after work talks with you again.
“I’m not messing with you I mean it,” and just to be a tease because you oh so loved seeing his face beet red “you’re so cute Hermy. Why wouldn’t I want to take you out?”
It was pathetic the way his squeal sounded like a girls and his hand ripped away from yours to cover his face. You think he tried to speak up again but he choked on his spit, cute.
“What about tomorrow? You wanna do it then?”
“D-do it?!”
Dirty minded Hermy, you thought. You knew how you’d phrased it, obviously, god you wished you’d ‘do it’ in the closet he favored eating his lunches in.
“You know, our date, unless you don’t want to..”
“No! No ple-please I-I do!”
“Do you wanna come over to my place then?”
“I-I don’t know.. I’ll get it all-all wet.”
‘Oh god talking like that you’re getting me wet’ if you were brave enough you would have said that and probably would be the only woman to ever say that to him. But you knew with him it’s baby steps first.
“Hm.. I can work around that.” You would ask to go to his but you knew he lived with his grandma, not like you could try to be lovey around an old woman you don’t know. “Just come over, I'll water proof some stuff for you.”
You would have gone and written down your address but the paper would be mush by the time he got home.
“You got a phone number Hermy? Let’s make the date official.”
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True to your word you had water proofed a few things around your house, not your bedroom though, that proved too difficult a task. If you were doing it tonight it’d be on the couch or floor.
You’d prepared food to the best of your ability, take out Chinese food, a bottle of wine for you, and well… you weren’t sure if Hermy drank or not.
Your whole Saturday off the thought of his lanky body shrunk over to seem less intimidating wouldn’t leave your head. God you wanted your hands on him bad.
It was almost 6pm, when you’d told him to arrive, and still you felt your heartbeat quicken at your luck of getting to the mop headed man before stupid stupid Robert Robertson, what kind of name was that anyway.
The ring of your apartments doorbell shattered your thoughts about the man on the other side of the wall. Embarrassingly you nearly tripped scurrying over to the door.
Pulling it open you saw Hermy, head ducked notably without his goggles, soaked in water as usual, and in the same hero suit he always wore plus a tie around it. Cute. He held out a bouquet of flowers, not just of roses- ‘his grandma must have taught him right’ you thought.
“Flowers- uhm the-these flowers are for-for you.”
“Aw thank you Hermy, that’s sweet of you. Come in and we can choose a movie.”
He stumbled inside and seemed to shiver upon being allowed entry. He’s never been in any other woman’s place before- save for his grandma.
Hermy took a seat on the far end of the plastic covered couch and sat awkwardly with his hands in his lap. The way he stared up at you as you closed and locked the door made you want to squirm. Truly he wasn’t thinking anything terrible but the nervous blush on his face made you want to pounce.
“Do you drink?”
You pulled your wine glass out and gestured to the bottle on the table, the type likely did not compliment the take out Chinese food but it served its purpose.
“W-well I never- uh I don’t r-really- I don’t.”
“I’m not gonna make you Herm.”
You poured yourself a cup of courage and took a seat closer to him than he expected. The plastic squished when you went down.
After little to no debate with him (he just agreed to every movie you offered) you landed on a nice action movie with hero characters you thought he’d like. And he did like it, actually too much.
As you ate and drank he seemed to ignore food and focus on the TV. More than just ignore the food, he ignored you. You’ll just have to work harder..
You reached over and stroked his arm through his suit. He looked over at you again and blinked a few times. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was just you, but you pushed yourself closer to Herm and pulled his arm into yours. You could see him swallow his spit nervously and look away when your knees touched.
“Uh- uhm well- y-you ha. Uhm yeah.”
He let out a shaky breath and turned back to the movie. Though the blush on his cheeks and his eyes flickered back to you as you kept an arm on his and a hand on his knee.
“Hey Herm..”
“Y-yes?”
“Can I kiss you?”
His head snapped towards yours so quickly you were surprised it didn’t break. He whined so pathetically you bite your lip to keep yourself from your groaning.
“You- you- you.” He squeezed his eyes shut and clench his hands sporadically “You- kiss yes- ah uh. Y-yes you can.”
“Oh good.”
You sighed and reached out for his sticky face and pulled his face towards yours connecting your lips. Oh he was inexperienced for sure he fumbled and stiffened. His hands shook as his put them on your shoulders and damped your clothes. You pulled away when your head started swimming with thoughts of putting your hands into his suit.
Herm stared at you like you were the only thing that mattered. His blue eyes blinked through the wetness on his lashes.
“Did- did I. Ok? Did I- I do ok?”
“… I can teach you. Try again.”
You swung your legs over his lap and straddled him. Holding his head in your hands you urged him to tilt it lopsided.
“When I kiss you,” you set a soft kiss on his cheek, it left your lips wet “I want you to move your lips against mine. But not too hard ok? Don’t want to bash our teeth in.”
He nodded in your hands and his face remained a sharp reddened color.
“I can- can do tha-that.”
You moved in again and put your lips against his again and he did his best to replicate your movements. He was definitely not a natural at kissing but thankfully his anxiousness kept him from being too eager.
You slipped a hand further up on his head and carded through his wet hair. After Herm squeezed your shoulders he reeled back and panted. He wildly took in the air he missed during the kiss. He let his head drop onto your shoulder and let a hand slip from your shoulder. You followed his hand down to his pelvis and covered in-between his legs. His hand still on you clutched you shoulder like his life depended on it.
“S-s-sorry. I don’t know-“ he look a deep breath of air, his head in contact with your shoulder started to soak through your clothes quicker than his hands had “am- am I o-ok?”
“You’re great Herm. You want to go again?”
You brought a hand to the back of his neck and caressed him softly. By now you couldn’t tell what was sweat and what was the water he seemed perpetually covered in. He whined into your shoulder and nodded, your hands scooped up his face again and you titled yours so slot in with his again.
His nose poked at your cheeks and the hand that was on you seemed locked in place, like he was scared to move it. While the two of you kissed, separated, and went at it again, you slunk your hand down to cover the one he’d left on his lap.
Either he didn’t notice or thought you just wanted to hold his hand because he didn’t stop desperately trying to please you. His lips stayed messy and he could hardly land them against your unless you directed him.
Suddenly he jolted up and— “Ngh!”
Your hand pressed down on his and forced his to push against his hard on. You kissed his neck quickly before pulling his head back with your other hand firmly in his hair.
“You wanna move your hand for me?”
“W-wait no no- no! I didn’t- no I- I didn’t mean t-to!”
“It’s ok Hermy I think you’re so hot like this.”
You admired your work, lip stick smudged over his lips and cheek, a dot of red on his neck where your lips attacked him, and tears bordering his bottom lashes that melted into the water constantly adorning his face.
Without looking- hoping to not embarrass him- you moved his hand from his lap and replaced it with your own. He was too nervous to look down and the hand in his hair kept him staring at your equally messy face while he whimpered at the feeling of your hand on his dick through his suit.
“That feels good right?”
“Good- yeah! Yes! Definitely! Real-really good!”
“Hmm want me to touch you more Hermy or stop here?”
Your hand ruffled his brown locks as you let go of him, allowing him to hang his head down. He regretted that when he opened his eyes on saw your pretty hand adorning his hard on through his suit.
“Plea-please keep going. I- beg. I’ll-I’ll beg.”
You moaned into his neck at his response and planted another kiss onto the side you were closest to. His hand on your shoulder still hadn’t budged and had left your clothes now completely soaked through. The one you moved stayed situated firmly on his thigh.
“You can touch me.”
“N-no I don’t I don’t want to make you wet.”
“It’s alright baby, my clothes are already soaked. My top might as well come off.”
His hands twitched like he was unsure if he was really allowed to.
“I know you’re nervous it’s ok- look.”
You shrugged his hand off your shoulder and took your shirt off. You threw it on the other plastic coated end of the coach were is splatted down.
You’d think the wind was knocked out of him when he got to see you in a bra. While he was busy admiring… you, you slowly started removing the gloves from his hands. You pushed your fingers under the white protective rubber and pulled one, then the other off, allowing his hands to be free.
You knew that meant more water everywhere but you had to feel him on you with no gloves. In fact the rubber of his suit was starting to peeve you too.
“C’mon Hermy my top’s off, let me take off yours.”
“I-I-I don’t k-know it’s w-wet.”
You grabbed his hands and moved them to cup your breasts through your bra. Your bra was immediately soaked through. Your hands over his squeezed, letting him mimic your movement you let go. He hesitantly squeezed once and kicked his leg out like a dog would when scratched right, it jostled you a little on his lap.
You let him distract himself with your chest, letting out small noises as he handled you softly. You reached the zipper on his suit and slowly pulled down. You finally got to marvel at his pale skin visible through the unzipped upper section of his suit. He was not muscular, not built for a fight in the least. He wasn’t thin to the point of bones sticking out, no you could tell he likes his grandmothers meals, he was what you would describe as a lean.
By the time you got his suit halfway open he had noticed and shrieked similarly to when you had asked him out and took his hands off your chest. Instead they flew to cover himself up.
“I promise I’ll make you feel good. Or we can stop that’s ok.”
“No! I- I want to..”
You put your hands over his and dragged them back towards you. You directed on to your waist and one to you chest.
“Touch where you want ok? But I can’t touch where I want until this-“ You tugged at the zipper on his rubber suit “-comes down a little further. Can I?”
He breathlessly nodded, easily giving into whatever you wanted just like you knew he would. You so desperately wanted to call him a good boy. Though you wanted to test the waters a little more before pulling out anything even remotely kinky on the poor man.
You tugged the zipper down until it rested just above his pale hips. Slipping away the rubber around his chest, you placed you hands over his chest and leaned in to kiss between his very unpronounced pecs.
“You’re so pretty Herm you know that?”
“Hgn n-no..”
He squeezed you involuntarily, beginning to squirm under you. He was so hard you could tell it must be starting to hurt under the confines of the rubber suit.
You left one hand passively on his left pec and leaned in to kiss his nipple. He yelped and did the same leg kick he had earlier. The hand on your waist dug in, had he possessed longer nails you thought you might have started bleeding.
You did the same to his left nipple before pulling off and kissing at his neck, your hands stayed rubbing up on his chest.
“You feeling good baby? Want me to touch you more?”
“Yes! Yes I-I do!”
He’s voiced was raised in a way that made his voice sound like a bark. A solider answering his commander.
“Where Herm?”
Your fingers pinch at one of his nipples and you stoke down his stomach and sides softly, only pausing to pinch somewhere sensitive.
“D-down t-there please. Hurts it- it hurts.”
You decided you would spare him the ‘use your words line’ partially feeling too bad to make him stutter through his embarrassment and partly because you wanted to touch him so badly it was eating you inside out.
His hand had dropped from your chest long ago and had started playing with the tips of your hair.
“Of course. I don’t want you to hurt, just want you to feel good.”
You finally yanked the zipper down and smiled at his soaked through underwear. You knew it was from his ability- you’d seen what happened when he’d clean. But it was pleasing to imagine part of is was from the pre seeping into his underwear where his dick rested.
You palmed over him with one hand and left the other to abuse his chest. You slotted your lips against his again, swallowing his whines and whimpers. You loved how loud he was, you were sure your neighbors would be complaining tomorrow but it was wholly worth it.
He shook his head wildly when you pinched his tip through his underwear. You kept your hand there and rubbed his through the wet layer of clothing. Herm squirmed and squealed all pig like when you touched him just right and wrapped his lanky arms around your waist. He seemed to regret it but couldn’t let go.
“I’m- I’m sorry. Agh! You did-didn’t say I- could Nghh! That I could t-touch.”
“I said you can touch me earlier. It’s ok baby.”
You reached a hand behind you to unhook you sopping wet bra and let it slip off your shoulders until Herm was face to face with you breasts.
“W-wow. Y-you’re perf-perfect. I’m I- can’t-“ You interrupted him by putting your hand in his underwear and pulling him out, “WOW! I- wait it’s so sososo so m-much!”
You kissed his cheek, the water that covered the both of you combined with his pre-cum was plenty enough lubricant to start stroking him up and down. He wailed and shoved his face into your chest, taking away your view of his dick before you could really appreciate it. The arms around your waist squeezed you harder as Herm sobbed into you.
He shyly kissed the side of one of your breasts though it mostly translated into slobbering on you, joining the water that he had already covered you in. You picked up the pace, giving special attention to the head where you’d discovered he was far too sensitive. Tears gripped his face as his fingers dug into your sides. His hips bucked into your hand uncontrollably as twitches of pleasure wracked through him.
“I’m g-gonna! I- oh please pl-please. You-you’re sooo good— you good to- to me. Yeah! I need- I need it so ba-bad.”
You let him ramble and all but scream into your chest as you stroked him faster and faster. You could feel wetness gathering between your legs but ignored it for the sake of the wet mess in front of you.
He shifted to lay only half way in your chest and looked up at you with those big blue eyes full of tears and pathetic desperation.
You kissed his nose, the view of his face obscuring the sight of what you were doing to make him shake like a leaf. The only proof of the debauchery was the slick watery noise of ’shlck shlck’ as you took your hand up and down his shaft.
“There you go.. you’re such a good boy you know.”
“Ugh! Y-yes! Me! I-I am I am! I swear ah! -it. I’m so good-good for you.”
Emboldened by his response you leaned down and licked up the tears and water stuck to his face. The lipstick from earlier still stained his face and the blush adorning his cheeks had only grown in deepness, you didn’t know it was possible to look that red.
“Go on good boy. Cum for me.”
“C-cumming- I’m I- oh thank-thank you. So so sosososo good mm- Ah!”
He seized and locked his hands around your back. Letting out a noise you could have sworn sounded like a sob it was so guttural. He was high pitched and whiny as you felt his dick twitch in your fist. When you expected him to stop after his violent shaking… he just couldn’t. Cum kept soaking into your hand like the water he secreted and he profusely apologized.
“I’m s-sorry. It- it’s not my fault. I can-can’ttt control it. The-there’s so much—“
He put his head back in your chest and drooled over your skin as his eyes fluttered through the endings of his orgasm. Maybe his power effected the amount he came because even if you couldn’t see it, you could feel the viscous watery substance slicking your hand.
“Shh you did so good Herm. Such a good sweet boy.”
A deceptively soft hand weeded it’s way into his water-sweat soaked hair and scratched his scalp as the other started to slowly move out of view along his length again.
A/N #2: To those who read! Thank you! This is my first fic like ever and I really wanna write more. I saw a headcannon on here that Waterboy has hyperspermia and they lwk cooked.
Is anyone else ever peeved abt short y/n, is it really so bad to be a tall stronger woman…
I am Jaafar from Gaza. I am currently in northern Gaza, and we have not yet been displaced to the south. Things are very difficult here — the cost of moving to the south is $1,000, and a single tent also costs $1,000, if we can even find a place in southern Gaza. The south is overcrowded, and renting a plot of land costs $1,000 per month, or even more depending on the area. 🙂😢
I started a donation campaign in the middle of the war and received good support, but due to personal circumstances, I recently created a new link, and unfortunately, I have only received a small amount of donations so far. 😓💔 I appeal to you to help me with my new campaign and donate whatever you can 🥺😭. Every amount you give will save the lives of my family and me and may help us cover the cost of moving to southern Gaza! 😓 Thank you, and I pray that God blesses you and provides for you 🧡🫂
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Hello, my name is Elizabeth Barnes and I am a US citizen organizing this campaign on behalf of my friend Jaafar, who is raising funds to sup
A mother's plea: Help us survive and protect my child who was born in war.
My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.
After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.
I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.
When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹
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I record this message in the 21st century, specifically in the year 2025, fully aware and in sound mind. I hereby testify, confess, and declare that a criminal entity ruled by violent gangs has revived the horrors of Nazism, and has even surpassed them. For over 700 days, it has committed one of the greatest atrocities of our modern age, in a place called Gaza. They murdered our children before our men, our women before our youth. They destroyed homes, displaced families, and starved the innocent. And this brutal campaign has not stopped—not even as I speak these words. The world today counts more than 8.2 billion people, Yet not a single force has been able to stop the bloodshed, or protect the defenseless.
I call upon every free soul, every conscience still alive, Spread this message far and wide.
Speak up. Act.
Support my people. Support my family.
Let your silence not be another weapon used against us.
Silence is complicity.
Solidarity is a duty.
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hey, im abt to have a million people hate me, but let me say this once. you bitches are racist. and if you’re not racist, your racist enablers, which indirectly makes you a racist. you bitches are nasty, evil, mean spirited, disgusting bitches who sit there with unwashed pussy, greasy hair, incest chins, and thirst over a hockey player or some mid ass white man who doesn’t give a fuck about you.
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YOU BITCHES ARE BIRDS!!!
you don’t stand for shit. you can’t say you’re left leaning, a feminist, or a good person of any kind if you behave that way.
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that nasty, stank, grown bitch was sitting up here looking a hot ass mess, (some Brock faber account.) at a game posted up by the glass with a stuffed animal in her hand, forehead fuckin boomin, BABY IT WAS NEVER GONNA BE YOU!!!
(just giving ‘argue wit ya momma’)
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i know folks are gonna call me a pedo for this one, but i grew up seeing my mom and grandma naked. they had health issues and at times needed care and help showering. and i truly think more kids need to be shown the nonsexual reality of naked women at a young age. there is nothing sexual about my grandmothers breasts, they were simply body parts. more women die of heart attacks because people are too afraid of breasts to do real chest compressions, because they are scared to touch their breasts. the sexualization of our bodies literally kills us. i need people to be more normal about naked bodies and i'm 100% serious.
I’ve seen every woman in my family naked as a child. my mom, stepmom, my stepmoms sister, my grandma, even my step grandma. no health issues, just changing or showering. even my sisters. even now, my sisters don’t care, just not the genitalia part because we’re grown. my dad getting home from work, strips down to his boxers as he’s talking abt his day.
This link is to a petition on change.org to deplatform Carter Hart. He is currently the Las Vegas Knight’s goalie. He was acquitted on a charge of rape despite abundant evidence against him. Despite that, he is still allowed to participate in the NHL. This year he has made it to the Stanley Cup Finals.
If we get enough signatures on this petition, we can show Vegas just how unhappy we really are, and hopefully we can get him out of the NHL. Please reblog, spread the word, post the link places!
My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.
I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.
Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.
Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.
Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.
I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.
My name is Mohammed. I am 18 years old and live in Gaza City. I am still at the beginning of my life, dreaming of a better future. My father
Hello, I'm Ahmed, 23 years old. I was studying computer science at the Islamic University in Gaza before the war. I aspired to build a brigh
Hello friends, I thank you very much for your continuous support, but right now I am in urgent need of you and your help. We are now in the holy month of Ramadan, which requires a lot of expenses, and there has been a significant rise in prices.
I also need to pursue my dream after losing everything. I need your support greatly—I need more than $1,500 to pay my university fees so I can receive my certificate and apply for scholarships.
You can find the images below the post.
Therefore, I am in great need of your help. I support my family, and at the same time, I am trying to achieve myself and continue my education.
Najah, a mother of six who recently gave birth to twins, struggles every day to provide a decent life for her family. She needs support to give her children hope and a better future. Any help, no matter how small, can make a big difference.
💔After giving birth to twins, Najah has been suffering from severe weakness due to anemia and a lack of iron and essential vitamins, which has greatly affected her health and her ability to care for her children.
Despite her constant exhaustion, she continues to do her best to look after her family with love and strength.
However, her condition urgently requires proper medical care and nutrition to prevent it from worsening and to ensure it does not affect her baby as well.
Najah needs to buy medications and vitamins for herself, as well as milk and diapers for her twin babies. She requires $350 per week to cover these essential needs.
From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help… amelia romain needs your support for Help Wedad's family in
💔Najah is living with her children and her injured husband in harsh conditions after being displaced due to shelling, in an unsafe environment where microbes and infections are spreading. She is deeply worried about her family, but lacks healthy food, clean water, and basic hygiene supplies due to financial hardship. Despite everything, she continues trying her best to protect them.
💔Najah lives with her children in a poorly equipped tent that lacks the most basic protection and comfort, offering no shelter from the freezing cold or the intense heat. With the spread of rodents, her fear of diseases and infections continues to grow. Despite these harsh conditions, she does everything she can to protect her family in an unforgiving reality.
I want to buy a new tent ⛺️ to replace the old damaged tent 🏚️ in order to protect my children and provide them with a safe place. Please help me, as the cost of the tent is $500, which is beyond my ability.
💔Najah is suffering from the deteriorating health of her injured husband, who already had digestive problems before the war, and his condition has worsened, requiring continuous care that she cannot provide. Her son Ahmed also suffers from epileptic seizures, and she has been unable to afford his treatment due to financial hardship, which further increases her daily suffering and burden.
Ahmed’s treatment costs $150 per week due to the shortage of medications, but if 10 people donate just 15$ each, it is enough to secure his treatment and care for one full week.
💔Najah is struggling to educate her children!
Her children are deprived of schooling due to lack of money and the inability to buy notebooks and books, as each child needs around $200. Every donation from you gives them a chance to learn and a better future.
A donation of just 10 people giving $25 each is enough to reach our goal and provide children with education and return them to school.
Donate now and give them hope!
Dear followers,
I have tried to share with you everything I am going through in Gaza, the difficult and harsh conditions we are living in, all documented with photos that reflect our painful reality. I hope you will share my story and stand by me during this very hard time.
I would also like to inform you that my previous account has been restricted, and my new account is @najahwedad02 . I hope you will follow me there to stay in contact and follow updates about my situation. Your support means so much to me.
From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help… amelia romain needs your support for Help Wedad's family in
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Don't wait until it's too late! Every donation and share from you makes a big difference in the lives of those in need!🇵🇸🙏
I am in a hospital bed and unable to move, while my children outside are screaming in fear. I hear the sounds of explosions and their crying through the phone, but I am powerless to reach them or protect them.
I am Najah, a mother who can only listen and remain helpless.
