My name is Tasneem, I’m 19 years old, and I’m from Gaza.
Now we're on the street with nowhere to go 🏚️. We're forced to flee to the south 🌿, but we don't have the money to cover the transportation costs 💸, because the cost of transporting our belongings is very high and we can't cover all the expenses 📦. We also need to buy a tent to live in ⛺.
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My name is Tasneem, I’m 19 years old, and I’m from Gaza.
In Gaza, we have nothing 😞. We have suffered and been tired for two years, and the world is just watching 👀.
My name is Ahmed, I am 18 years old and I live in Gaza City 🥺🇵🇸.I have created a donation campaign to help my family get food, water, and the basic essentials we need to support my little siblings and my mother 🥺.Since March 2025, we had to leave our already destroyed neighborhood after it was declared a dangerous war zone, and we now live in a tent on the street in western Gaza. We are suffering from extreme hunger, with nothing to eat unless we receive daily support through our campaign 😭.The few donations we get are barely enough to buy food for my family because prices are extremely high here in Gaza due to the border closures and the long war 🥲.
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My Story: From the Hell of War to the Search for Safety My name is Ahmed, a 20-year-old young man from Gaza. Since the war began, my life ha
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My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉
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It was as though scenes from the Day of Judgment were unfolding... Hunger — and what do we know of hunger — drives people to madness. In Gaza, where there is neither food nor safety, thousands rushed like a torrent toward a truck carrying some food... It wasn't just a truck, it was a moving hope amidst the ashes. They surged around it, driven by the pain of empty stomachs and the tears of children who hadn't tasted a bite in days. This is hunger when it transforms into a flood, sweeping away dignity, fear, and everything... except for the hope of life.
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IN WHICH… dick grayson (not jealous) makes the fundamental mistake of introducing you to his family - specifically, his brothers.
desc; dick grayson x fem!reader, dick grayson is down BAD, ft. platonic!jason todd, platonic!tim drake, fluff, dick grayson yearning so hard he is crashing out . based on this request.
richard grayson is not a jealous man.
tall, attractive, a total babe. he knows what he is, what he wants, what he has. dick grayson lacks for very little. dick grayson doesn’t have a jealous bone in his body. that’s what he tells himself, at least. what could he possibly have to be jealous about?
dick once told you he doesn’t get jealous because he knows you’re his. it doesn’t matter if every single person in the room looks at you with wide eyes and hanging jaws. he knows you don’t want them - he sees it in the way you lean back, eyes searching for him in the crowd. dick knows you’re his, knows that he’s the one to take you home, lie next to you, kiss you. besides, he could kick everybody’s ass. he considers it a mercy that his attention is redirected to other crimes.
speaking of mercies, he thinks, as his eyes drift to your sleeping form. you’re slumped against the window in the passenger seat, breath misting the glass ever so slightly. it’s warm outside, but the ac is blasting, courtesy of your boyfriend. dick finds it hard to concentrate on the road sometimes, when he’s with you. it’s absurd - bruce wayne’s eldest, batman’s first robin, nightwing himself… melts at the sight of you. his eyes flit to you, and he stifles a laugh. you’re so deep in sleep, you haven’t even realised that your mouth is hanging wide open. if he didn’t know you, he’d think you were dead, honestly - corpselike, and so still, even with the gentle swerves of the car. smiling gently, he pushes your head back till it rests on the seat, breathing deeply, eyes back on the road. it’s bad. he’s down bad. anyone can see it, but dick knows it. he can’t imagine life without you, not anymore. life before you doesn’t exist in his mind - you’ve always been there, right? a you-shaped hole in all his memories, a space created only to be filled by you. the thought of either of you separating never crosses his mind, and he won’t let it, either.
oh, dick grayson is not a jealous man. he can’t allow himself to be.
it’s almost dark when you finally reach gotham, the final embers of the sun fading into near blue. the car pulls into the driveway, and you wake to your boyfriend’s gentle voice in your ear.
“hey, sleepyhead,” he whispers, smiling tenderly at you. as you open your eyes, you think you might melt on the spot. his dark hair is tousled, unstyled. you like it like this, without the gel, fluffy and soft. absentmindedly, you reach a hand to ruffle through it. dick’s eyes flutter shut for a moment.
“hi,” you mumble back. rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you turn to look at him. a grin makes its way across your face as you stare at your boyfriend. if it were anyone else, you’re pretty sure it would have passed the threshold of ‘creepy’ and into downright unsettling. but it isn’t anyone else, it’s him, always him, and you can’t compel yourself to tear your eyes away.
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with the exception of a few brothers, you’d pretty much met the entire wayne brood. bruce, naturally, was the first. the others, you met over time, either on patrol in bludhaven or when one of dick’s siblings happened to show up at his door (much to his chagrin, especially when it was to interrupt a date night). naturally, considering you’d become acquainted with half the family, you weren’t really nervous. after all, you’d knocked the harder ones out of the park - bruce actually enjoyed your company, as far as you could tell, and even damian toned his usual bite down. not dramatically, but just imperceptibly enough. or maybe you’d just become used to him.
dick, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves. not outwardly, of course - he had a persona to keep up, an aura of lax. but internally? dick was a mess.
the only people you hadn’t met were jason, and tim. he knew you’d get along with his family, hell, you practically managed to tame damian, but jason? tim? tim and jason together? oh, dick wasn’t worried about conflict. he knew you’d all get along. that was the problem.
but he doesn’t get jealous…right?
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richard grayson curses the day he was born. he thinks that life has been some big, huge, cruel joke played specifically on him.
it’s been an hour and a half. the longest hour and a half of dick’s life, the most agonising, torturous, slow hour and a half possibly in existence. an hour and a half of sitting at the table, across from his girlfriend - not by his own choice, either - fidgeting with the food on his plate. an hour and a half of gritting his teeth. an hour and a half of watching two of his brothers flirt shamelessly with you.
you have no fault in this, dick knows that. he doesn’t blame you. part of him doesn’t blame his brothers, either. there’s something about you that draws people in, physically. he can’t blame tim for the way he hangs on to your every word, eyes not leaving your animated face for a second. he can’t blame jason for leaning in closer every time you laugh. he knows the effect you have - hell, it’s half of what drew him to you in the first place. he can’t blame them for that.
what he can blame them for is the way they do it. you’re oblivious. how could you know their game? how would you see the quick smirks jason sends his way when you laugh at one of his jokes? you couldn’t know how tim looks at dick pointedly every time you nod earnestly at something he shares. dick isn’t jealous. he’s being protective. sure, he wants to be near you, but he just wants to spend time with his girlfriend - you know, the one he brought to meet his family.
asshole, dick thinks, as jason ‘accidentally’ clamps his hand on yours.
“sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. “miscalculated,” and his hand brushes over yours, settling on the butter dish. you wave it off.
dick doesn’t. he catches jason’s eye, the latter practically gloating. he tries not to rise to it. he knows they don’t mean any actual harm, family exists to piss each other off but it’s nothing personal. still, dick can’t stand it. he isn’t jealous - he just can’t stand that he’s not next to you. he wants to hold your hand at dinner and put the food on your plate himself. he wants to be close enough to smell your perfume, close enough to smell it on his shirt the next day, on his skin, in his nose. he wants to sit next to you and for you to turn to him and ask if everything’s alright like you always do.
and that’s another thing. you haven’t spoken a single word to dick in forty-five minutes. forty. five. minutes. tim’s been keeping your attention, dick doesn’t know how, he’s never seen tim talk this freely before, but he is. and in the spaces that tim takes to breathe, jason butts in, complimenting you. your hair, your nails, your clothes.
dick is aghast. aghast. mortified. practically on the verge of threatening his own life. he thinks he might actually explode if he has to sit opposite you any longer. fine, tim’s talking to you, but would it kill you to look at your boyfriend? just say hello? just a hi? you okay? i miss you baby?
peeling his eyes away, he looks around the table for any sign of solidarity. it doesn’t help that half of the family is away. actually, the only others are bruce and barbara. the latter does her best not to make eye contact, practically red in the face. he looks at bruce. surely bruce has something to say, but as dick turns his gaze, even bruce looks away. his face is stern, but anyone who knows the man well could read that expression. and dick knows him well.
bruce is laughing at him. in his own sick, stern, nonchalant way…bruce wayne is laughing at him.
unable to bear it any longer, dick slumps onto the table in front of him, the plate of food half-picked and pushed away. he lets out a dramatic groan, ears reddening only slightly when he realises he’s cut through the conversation dancing over the table.
you clear your throat softly. “you okay, baby?”
oh, those three words. three magic words, and dick shoots straight up with a grin, eyes meeting yours. you look so concerned, he can’t even be mad - the past hour or however long floods from his mind. he can practically see rose petals and jazz music surrounding you in his vision. he fixes his lips to respond, but before he forms a sentence, he hears another voice speak.
“ah, he’s fine. so, tell me more about this…”
the rose petals wither. the jazz comes to a screeching halt. dick grayson’s eyes narrow and he can’t even swivel his head to look at the agitating source of the noise (jason). you’re still looking at him, though around you the conversation lingers on, eyes pleading with your boyfriend, a silent, are you sure, in your gaze. dick nods, and you smile, turning back to tim. dick doesn’t know what to do. barbara is basically in silent stitches, bruce is…occupied, and everyone else is gone. so dick does the only thing he can.
he pouts.
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patrol in gotham is different to bludhaven. not that either is easy, but you know your city. bludhaven is as familiar to you as the back of your hand - every alley, every building, even the street lamps start to commit to memory after a while.
gotham is different. it’s darker, gloomier. gotham has something thicker in the air, something more foreboding. it’s as if the city is sentient, as if the life thrums with something neither good nor bad. gotham is alive, and you don’t know how to feel about it.
patrol tonight is quiet. you hadn’t intended to join, especially considering it was your first time in the city, but you saw dick pouting at dinner, and could you really trust your boyfriend to pout around the crime filled streets? not that he couldn’t handle himself.
you suppress a laugh as you cast your eyes to the right of you. crouched on the rooftop, dick’s hair flutters softly in the breeze. it’s dark here, save for the orange glow of the undercity, and the soft light illuminates his face. he looks…godly, you think. handsome.
you bite your lip, adjusting your suit slightly. dick hasn’t spoken to you, but you know he isn’t angry. actually, you know exactly why he’s sulking right now. dick never admits to being jealous, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. you saw his eyes practically shoot into the back of his head at dinner. you saw his mouth drop in shock when you laughed at tim’s joke, or asked jason to pass you the jug of water. you know dick’s jealous - you can see it in his form, how he grips the edge of the roof harder, his fingertips turning white. how he grits his teeth, or how he avoids looking anywhere but down. dick is seething with jealousy, and, twisted as you are, you’re enjoying it. it’s not your fault that your hot, sexy, loving boyfriend looks ten times better when he’s pouting adorably in the corner.
still, you’re not a sadist, so you shuffle closer. “babe…” you start, speaking softly.
dick’s shoulders tense, but he doesn’t turn away from the frankly empty streets below. “yeah? you need anything?”
you tilt your head to the side. okay. so maybe he was a little pissed. not like that would stop you, or him, for that matter. you’d had fights before, like any normal couple, but you both always ended up crawling back to each other. in fact, nine times out of ten you couldn’t even make it to the end of the argument. you were a sap, and honestly? dick was too.
“just miss my boyfriend,” you sigh. “he won’t talk to me.”
no sooner have the words left your mouth, before dick turns to you. his jaw is dropped, beneath the mask his eyes are wide. you’re pretty sure you can hear the breath leaving his lungs.
“are you serious?” he whispers. you bite your lip in an effort not to laugh.
“we’ve been out for hours, and you won’t even talk to me,” you feign innocence. you won’t smile, not just yet. the comm in your ear crackles slightly. not much activity now, given the night has started to quiet down, so you know you can take the liberty of teasing him.
he laughs, bitterly. “i’m talking to you now, right? i’m talking to you. see, actually, when i talk to you, i actually talk. you on the other hand…” he trails off when he sees your quirked brow. he sighs. “just forget it, babe. we’re good.”
on any other occasion, you would have pushed it more, teased him for a few more minutes. but your poor, sweet boyfriend looks so dejected that your heart actually skips a beat. you feel a swell in your chest, and before you know it, you’re wrapping your arms around his back, nuzzling into his neck.
“awww,” you mumble, pressing kisses on the back of his head. to your relief, dick doesn’t pull away. he leans into you. you’re pretty sure you can feel his heart stutter for a second.
you continue. “i’m sorry, baby. didn’t mean to ignore you. i just wanted to make a good impression on your brothers.”
dick snorts. “you made a good impression, believe me.” he turns around, falling into your embrace (and away from the edge of the roof). something clatters in the process, probably a rock, and in the distant inner city, a siren blares.
he mumbles against your shoulder. “i hated not being around you.”
you blink, half-shocked, running your hand between his shoulder blades. you feel him flex under your touch and you press your lips together, trying to take him seriously despite his preening. “you were…dick, baby, you were right in front of me?”
you hear him groan, but before he can answer, your comm sputters to life. a muted, gravelly voice rings in your ear, and dick’s, too.
“loverboy’s got his panties in a twist.”
jason.
dick groans again, guttural, tortured, right into your neck. the sharpness of his distress takes you by surprise, and you can feel his voice in your throat, feel his genuine displeasure as he rips his comm out and throws it halfway across the roof. it lands with a small clink, and you roll your eyes.
“you know you have to get that later, right?”
he looks up at you, and you melt. the words die in your throat at the sight of richard damn grayson, on his knees, face turned up towards you, swollen bitten lips, watery eyes. for a moment, the world stops, or you feel like you’ve lost your breath. you don’t know if you want it back, not if it means you could stare at this for a while longer.
“are you crying?”
“no,” he practically whines. “not exactly,” he whispers after a pause, and your heart skips another beat. before you can help yourself, your lips fall on his.
dick kisses you, and it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. he’s never kissed you like this - desperately, deeply. he’s something more than hungry, or starved. his hands wrap themselves around you, in your hair, your neck, against your jaw, the small of your back. he’s warm. he smells like heaven, he kisses like you’re the only thing in the world. your comm starts crackling again. without breaking from dick, you rip it from your ear, tossing it away until you hear soft clatters on the concrete.
dick pulls away for a second, and you stutter at the harsh cold that appears in his wake. you go to kiss him again, but he pulls back for a second, placing a finger on your lips. that asshole. he’s smirking.
“you know you have to get that later…right?” he mimics you, and you sigh, shaking your head.
“i’m not…shut up,” the words die on your lips the minute he finds yours again, your mouths melding together again.
gotham is quiet tonight. dark night fades into deep blue, soft pinks painting the far horizon. a siren blares in the distance, the sound of boots hitting the concrete somewhere. from far behind the two of you, the comms crackle, static electricity begging to hum back to life.
Finally finished this piece after months of reworking. Far from perfect, but I’m glad it’s done. Inspired by the amazing Bruno Redondo, Dan Mora, and especially Dexter Soy.
Why are you the only one who doesn't notice BatBoys (dick, jason, tim, damian) x gn!reader
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synopsis: civilian reader and yearner batboys when reader lowk doesnt gaf about them lolz + extra where they finally notice
notes: no use of [name], def ooc but idc at this point, making out w tim because im so fucking desperate, all aged up, pretty long uhh...
a/n: self indulge, i got lazy halfway through. i miss my kpop phase (heavily inspired by miniskirt by aoa!!!!!!!!)
thank you for reading ily
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Dick Grayson ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎
Attention could literally be Dick’s middle name if you ask him. I mean, who wouldn't think that way when expecting eyes are on him since the start, first ever wonder boy, first ever hero sidekick, could literally bag anyone he wants, was even trusted to rule the Justice League at some point.
He’s so used to the attention, maybe absorbs it too much in some cases, but at the end of the day, he’s Blüdhavens vigilante with an overbearing responsibility. So color him surprised when you—the just-moved-in-idfk-what-im-doing person—can't even care to spare him a single momentary glance. With that small attention seeking boy still inside of him he decided to do everything he can for a single mere eye contact.
You jolted from the sudden clash outside as you were tending to the lilies in your home, this shit has been happening for what, 2 weeks now? Stick guy, as you like to call him, would always, and you mean always jump from balcony to balcony but purposely stay longer on yours, before jumping off again, you tried to ignore him but oh my god.
Once dick realized that wasn't working out he tried showing off. Most bone cracking acrobatics? Oh yeah he's doing that right in front of your apartment before kicking some robbery dude on the shin. He would lure whatever gang he's fighting near your place, just enough for you to see him take them down with those stupid sticks while making sure you're a safe distance away from them. Maybe he's a little more desperate, you could say.
You watched outside as he took the last man down, your arms crossed with a glare, calling out to him. “You’re noisy.” He turned almost immediately with a—not so—captivating innocent smile as if he didn’t do this on purpose. “What a way to say thank you for protecting the city.” To say the least he was pleasantly surprised when you bandaged him up after with a goodbye kiss.
He stayed rooted to his place when the door closed in front of him, then he melted, a dreamy sigh and lopsided grin plastered his face holding his lips still faintly having your now drying strawberry-tasting saliva (don't ask him why he knows that) as he giddily walked away. God, he will do this more often now if this means more attention from you, even if you didn’t know he was Dick Grayson, yet.
Jason Todd ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎
If you forced Jason to count the amount of times he was called intimidating, he wouldn't even reach a third of it if he counted with both his hands and toes. So when you just stared at him as he beat up a runaway killer till a pool of blood he was completely, utterly, confused. He's Red Hood for fucks sake, a literal anti-hero.
Actually it was a misunderstanding, it’s not like you weren't scared, oh you definitely were, your fight or flight response just broke. Since then he kept seeing you everywhere and you wont even look at him, he'll be damned if he didn't do something about it.
He would always be loud, at some point he knew where your apartment was (tim cctv hacking perks he says) so now he definitely knew where to make the most noise. You’d wake up in the middle of the night looking out your window, seeing red hood an alley away as he tried shooting some stupid crime breaker, either that or you’d hear the loudest bike engine of your life.
Maybe just MAYBE if he gets desperate enough he’ll study how you dress, or take note of your biggest interests then use that to try to grab your attention, as Jason Todd himself or red hood.
Oh man to say he wasn't absolutely melting was an understatement, he's been continuing that routine for longer than he actually needed to, you finally noticed soon enough leading to where you two are now.
You, straddling him as you cradled his face, lightly mushing his cheeks, face close as you counted his left freckles. “You looked creepily stupid when you first tried getting my attention by the way.” you teased sternly, eyes merely fixed on the specks of brown on his face. He just let out a low grunt of disapproval as his face betrayed the noise, leaning in closer to your touch grip on your hips tightening.
Tim Drake ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎
Tim first saw you around Gotham when he found you at the ass crack of dawn buying the most random drink known to man at the convenience store. He’s seen you around for quite a while now, actually, and he loves to bombard your emails once he found out he went to the same school as you.
You never cared about what was really happening around you, at one point Tim's grappling hook accidentally shot out to your ankle. “Oh my fucking god—” you got cut off as your ass hit the pavement below, immediately standing up in embarrassment. Robin ran to you profusely apologizing, your hand just raised to wave the incident off like it's nothing, that the Robin wasn't in front of you, walking your slightly bleeding ankle away from the scene.
Ever since then he made it his mission to grab your full attention.
You'd get the most stupid emails randomly through the weeks, always consisting of “You’ve just won a date with THE tim drake, please contact this email back for confirmation.” or “Hi, do u hate robin” You always thought it was spam emails so you consistently kept ignoring them. One time you jokingly replied back, it just spiraled into back and forth emails with this mysterious person that never admitted to their identity.
If you told old you you’d be making out in your own kitchen countertop with the same person who trolled your emails they definitely would've called you a freak, but look who’s talking now.
Tongues down each other's throats, hands all over, waist, hip, hair, nape, anywhere you two could latch onto you held on tight. Sloppy saliva slicked lips that left a clear glistening string connecting two mouths when the any of you leaned back for air.
Then you talked “I still hate you for bombarding my school email of all things.” Tim dramatically gasped holding onto your waist tighter before whispering a shout “What!” You only found out it was him because he kept using the same slang he did for speaking, he definitely did that on purpose.
Damian Wayne ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎
Damian has got to be the most unique Robin Bruce introduced to Gotham, his own humble opinion that is. He wasn’t really wrong, katana as a weapon was a pretty cool addition from the constant bo-staff fist fighting Robins throughout the years.
So when he heard a small rumor went around that you literally didn't know Batman got a new Robin after Tim (you only knew the robins changed because of their hair) he was so pissed(disappointed). He tried to hide it by not caring back but the yearner in him literally dragged him back to hell.
So now what did he do? Yeah he showed off as well, like older brother like younger brother or whatever they said, Dick was definitely the one who gave him that shitty advice.
Every time he would patrol around your area he will show off his skills, not just the katana but also the other weapons he used, if he even could at the moment he’d use every single one, he looks a little crazy.
You squinted as you tried to make out the silhouette outside, mumbling to yourself “What the fuck…” some dude—Robin—was out there fighting 3 people at once, you watched pretty fascinated by his smooth, fast fighting skills, as much as you didn't know the guy he was pretty encaptivating.
You’d be lying if you didn't say the new robin was fun to talk to, your nights just became a small tradition by then. ‘Accidentally’ coming across Damian as he was out on patrol, you guys would talk here and there, nothing pretty long but it was enough to sustain whatever Damian had in him.
One night led to a kiss on the cheek and a “Thanks for saving the city, or whatever, unknown” leaving the other man stunned as you exited the rooftop. Oh yeah, the next kiss is going to be on the lips, he is going to get that cookie no matter what it takes.
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urgent ‼️:Gaza is being destroyed part by part, and we are trapped in a small piece of land on the sea. We have no money, food, medicine, or water. We have lost hope in everything. You are our last hope. Please help.
Time is running out they are threatening to invade Gaza again and you can get out of Gaza for $12,000 per person
I asked you for help once, twice, three times and ten times, and I created many campaigns, and all of them failed, and a lot of money was withheld from them. Therefore, this is my last campaign and my last hope, and I will ask you for help for the last time. You are my last hope.
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Food 50$
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Voting ended onAug 31, 2025
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I am from the U.S. and am organizing this campaign of my friend Abdallah Mousa. 100% of the proceeds will go to him and his family. Please r
I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 37 years old, married, and I have a eight-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house. and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.
I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us. I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it. I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it! We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!
. My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.
Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!? But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us! I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place. How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this? We are slowly dying every day.
Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact. It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances. Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.
I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families. Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.
kinda tired of one-shots/fics where people mischaracterizing characters that are victims of SA (or at the very least it hinted at it) and completely flip the switch.
likeee no a victim will probably not be rough housing you in bed or even going to those extremes in the first place (i’m looking at you ghost fics, FREE THAT WHITE BOY).
Summary: Nightwing and Spidey always have each other's backs.
pairing: Dick grayson x spidergirl!reader
open request - dick masterlist
The pump's hum was high-pitched, almost electric. .
00:10... 00:09... 00:08...
“Everyone out. Now.” Nightwing’s voice boomed over the communicator. His tone was firm, determined as ever.
You were already moving, helping Blue Beetle pull an unconscious civilian from the underground warehouse. You felt like everything was coming apart. The air was thick, the concrete creaked with every passing second, but when you looked back, he wasn't with you.
Your heart leapt, and then you saw it, through the internal cameras still active on your visor: Dick, kneeling in front of the control panel, his fingers flying over the codes. Alone.
00:06... 00:05...
“Nightwing, get out of there now!” Aqualad shouted through the communicator.
But Dick didn't move. He remained kneeling in front of the panel, his brow furrowed, his fingers dancing among the wires, trying to short the correct circuit.
You saw her from above, standing on one of the ceiling beams, your muscles tense, the web loaded on your wrists.
00:04...
“He’s not going to arrive,” you muttered to yourself.
00:03...
You jumped without thinking.
"Spidergirl, don't go!" Aqualad tried to stop you, but without thinking, you shot a web at the edge of the upper access and launched yourself back into the warehouse.
You shot through the skylight, just as the countdown reached three, you didn't call out his name this time. You looked for it with your eyes.
He turned around slightly, surprised, but it was too late.
With perfect momentum, you shot a web straight at his torso, wrapped him in a dense net, and dragged you both upwards.
Dick's feet left the ground just as the bomb exploded.
The blast wave threw you into the air. The skylight glass shattered, you fell together onto the warehouse roof, rolling, covered in smoke and dust.
Your forearm was bleeding from a cut. Both were covered in debris, it was painful to breathe, your chest felt tight, and the ringing was still in your ears, but your head immediately turned toward him, and he was already looking at you.
His eyes were open, alert, just a little disoriented, but he was alive. He struggled to his feet and crawled over to you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed, his voice raspy.
"Are you kidding me?" you replied with an incredulous laugh, unable to hide the trembling in your hands. "You almost exploded into a thousand pieces and asked for me!"
Then Dick leaned slightly toward you. He rested his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes. “Thank you,” was all he said. His voice was barely audible, heavy with relief, guilt, and affection.
The silence fell heavy between the two, broken only by the distant sound of the building still creaking inside, and the static of the communicator where the rest of the team confirmed they were safe.
Your fingers sought his hand again, firmer this time. “Don’t fall behind again, don’t do that to me.”
Dick opened his eyes, looking down at you. His eyes were red, not from the smoke, but from everything he didn't dare say. "I'm not leaving you alone in this world."
“Then don’t scare me like that again.”
── 🕸
You were running along the ledge of a building when you were hit in the head, a sharp blow you didn't see coming at all. The world spun around you, everything became a blur. Your balance was completely lost, and when you tried to shoot a web, dizziness made you fail, sending you tumbling off the tall building. You thought you'd never screamed as loud as that time. You were free falling at least 40 meters. You felt the wind crashing against your body, which intensified your dizziness.
Dick didn't think twice as he threw himself after you. His arms caught you midair, holding you tightly against his chest. One of his hands shot his grappling hook line into the nearest building. The impact was violent; you both spun around, the cable going taut, and your bodies crashed into a wall before dangling more than twenty stories above the ground.
you struggled for air, adrenaline pumped, their sneakers euphoric and a bit nervous. Silence weighed heavily between you, interrupted only by the rain that pounded steadily.
“You’re copying my posts,” you muttered, your voice breaking, trying to laugh, even though you were still shaking.
“I liked yours.” Dick held it a little tighter. “I just wanted to feel what it felt like.”
But this wasn't a joke to him, he watched you as if he couldn't believe you were in his arms, as if that fall had lasted an eternity, because if he had reacted two seconds later...he would have thought he would have lost you.
Dick looked down, squinting for a second. His breathing was still labored, not only from the exertion, but from the fear still gripping his chest. “Don’t do that again,” he murmured.
“Fall?” You tried to lighten the moment, but your voice sounded more fragile than you expected.
He shook his head, barely. His fingers slid down your back, searching for a place to hold, as if he still needed confirmation that you were there. “Scaring me like that.” His voice came out low, barely a whisper through the rain. “I don’t want to go home without you.”
Your lips parted. The world was still spinning beneath you, but in that instant, everything stopped. “You won’t have to.” Your hand slid down his neck, warm despite the cold, and you looked him straight in the eyes. “Never.”
── 🕸
The roof collapsed with a crash, sending debris flying in all directions. The fight had escalated too quickly. There were more of them, they were armed, and the building wasn't going to hold much longer. You twirled between enemies, shooting webs in all directions, covering the team's backs, when a sound paralyzed you completely:
A stifled scream, a loud bang.
Dick.
Your gaze turned just in time to see him fall from the ledge, his body skidding through the rain and smoke. The blast had thrown him backward. He wasn't holding onto anything. Just... falling. "Dick!" you yelled, without thinking.
In pure reflex, you shot out a web. It caught on his ankle just before he disappeared between floors. The jerk jarred your arm, but you held on. He hung there, upside down, the rain hitting his face, panting. His eyes moved slowly up to meet yours.
You were still kneeling on the ledge, clutching the dripping cobweb, your heart in your throat. “I’ve got you,” you murmured, almost breathless.
He chuckled faintly, stunned. "Thank you for... not letting me die honey."
“You haven’t finished training anyone to replace you yet.”
The rain continued to fall, the sky roared in the distance. And then, as if the universe aligned in that perfect instant, he looked at you with a different intensity. “I'm on the ground now, come closer…” he murmured.
With a swift motion, you shot out a new web and slid down from the ledge. You hung upside down right in front of him, suspended by a single strand, your body swaying gently in the breeze.
You stood face to face, both of you hanging in the air, you upside down, your hair dripping in the opposite direction of gravity. Your eyes dropped to his face, to his lips, to the way the rain trickled down his chin.
Dick leans down, his large hands slowly rising, and with the same delicacy with which one treats something precious, Dick took the edge of your mask and lowered it until your lips were uncovered. His fingers lingered there for a second longer, as if he didn't want to let go of the image of you, hanging in front of him, completely his for an instant.
And then he kissed you, his mouth finding yours with a care that belied the urgency of the moment. It's an awkward kiss because of the position. But it's also honest and intense.
When you separate, you're still inches away. Breathing the same air. You, hanging upside down, and him, his cheeks flushed as if he were fifteen again.
When you broke apart, he leaned his forehead against yours. Your voice came out low. Barely a whisper through the rain. “Well…”
Dick smiled at her expression. "Let's go home, honey."
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