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Donate to a family from Gaza
And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.
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Donations for GAZA
This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I’m distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I’m terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
If you can’t donate, please reblog. Visibility is sometimes the only protection we have left.❤️
Some accounts are tagged to help people see this campaign. It’s not spam. If you don’t want to participate, simply scroll.
please pray for the philippines, people are getting killed, injured, and red-tagged amidst the riots and rallies... most of my friends are within or close to the affected areas, police are detaining protesters and students, whoever they see on the streets, even breaking into dormitories asking residents for their information. im really scared...
Lowkey mind-blowing how subtly yet quickly relationships evolve.
She used to be a stranger whose name I couldn't remember.
Then she became a rival whose insults I couldn't counter.
Then she was an anchor, perfect for a trust fall,
Close my eyes, hope for the best.
Now our conversations shape half my soul,
And her eyes hold the rest.
hey, filo and non-filo mutuals alike, if you could, please spread awareness about what’s going on within the west philippine sea! our seas have been compromised since early 2024 and china has resorted to harassing filipinos, somebody was physically injured. please be aware of what’s happening!
guys even if you’re not filipino please read and reblog!! what china is doing right now to the philippines is not okay!!
watched the new haikyuu movie td and i just wanna say they did my man kuroo so good 😜
zoo wee mama
it’s that time of the year again!!🫡
hey loves! I'm gonna be pretty inactive on this blog and it won't be easy to reach me immediately here so if you ever need to reach me the quickest way is to contact me on my new alt blog @bubooo (I'm still working on setting it up, but I'll be on that blog for a while seeing as I'm not writing at the moment and its just a breath of fresh air. I honestly do not know for sure how active I'll be on this blog so we'll see about that)
moots please reblog to let people know ! I'm going to keep one of my devices logged in on this blog just in case but I'll primarily be on the new blog now. thanks for your time lovelies !!
xoxo
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omg hello ml wsg :333 DO U STILL USE THJS BLIG 😭
no way :0
HEHEEHE YES WAY HI NOVAAA wsg it's been so long 😭 🫶
AA HII
RIIITUUUUUUU OMG HI I DIDNT KNOW U WERE STILL ON HERE !!! WSG
the world is yours, if you ask
pairing: iwaizumi hajime x g!n reader
genre: slightly angsty but has nothing to do with iwa (he helps), fluffy moments, comfort, reader realizes that perhaps the one was right in front of them the entire time
disclaimers: reader has a bf for plot, there is no cheating!! reader is going to split up with this bf dw
a/n: remember you always deserve love!
reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
if iwaizumi hajime said that he wasn’t used to emotional responses from the people closest to him, he’d be the biggest liar of all time.
knowing oikawa for as long as he had, he’d almost come to expect the cycle of responses based off their games, their grades, or even minor inconveniences. his friend was strong, sure, but he knew what to expect from the childish setter.
but you. he didn’t know what to expect when you, the strongest person he knew, appeared at his doorstep.
behind you, the darkening hues of evening brought out the shadows in your face, and he could see the weight of the sadness you held on your shoulders.
“iwa….hajime,” you tried, shakily smiling when he finally met your gaze.
he was going to kill whoever did this.
Lockwood: at least I’ll die doing what I love
Lucy: and what do you love?
Lockwood: dying
hello guys 😔🖖
remember me 😔 😔 😔
is it too late to reply to asks from 2 years ago... HELP...