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she/her damon is my malewife <3

[aboodfmly]

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

[wildwithoneye]

hi all, for those who can please donate and everyone please share this as much as possible!! 🍉❤️

[wildwithoneye]

watching gossip girl for the third time and i’m up to the masquerade episode and all i’m thinking about is benophie

[wildwithoneye]

THE WAY I WHEEZED OMG I FEEL SO BAD BUT BRO-

[wildwithoneye]

i had a dream that they announced the actress for sophie beckett and she was literally the sweetest and funniest person ever and they like gave the news to her and she was like freaking out and so happy 😭😭😭

[wildwithoneye]

okay i’ve been keeping this to myself for months and now i just need to let it out

i want sophie beckett so BAD. like bad BAD. but there’s my thing…

what if they fuck her up 🫢

and BRO i’m like so scared for that like srsly

[wildwithoneye]

i need more benedict bridgerton and bridgerton sibling fics to read so if anyone has any pls send them through!!

[mirclealignr]

a gentle reminder | a.b

anthony bridgerton x female!reader

warnings; established marriage, female pronouns, fluff!

word count; 800+

“I do not like it! The man is a rake!” Bellowed Anthony in the privacy of your own bedroom, letting his anger ignite larger than he had allowed in company.

“Dear, will you not calm down?” You pleaded with your husband, patting the arm chair in the corner of the room for him to sit and relieve some of his tension.

Anthony charged over to you and dropped down on the leather arm chair, huffing through his nose with furrowed brows and a distinct expression you knew to be utter disdain.

He had always been, and would like remain, overly protective of his family. The Bridgertons were unusually close for such a large family, and looked out for each other often, despite their differences. Anthony, as head of the house, as Viscount Bridgerton, felt a responsibility unbeknownst to the rest of siblings. He believed his family’s well-being, safety, and happiness relied upon himself. As the eldest, he believed his task the most strenuous and challenging of all his siblings, yet the most rewarding if he could execute it well.

“He is your friend, darling. You must admit he has agreeable traits,” you suggested softly.

“He is a scoundrel, not nearly worthy enough of Daphne!” He retorted in frustration, “You have heard the rumours, same as I, but I have the disadvantage of inside knowledge to consider as well. I must say it does not bode well for him either way. It worsens upon closer inspection and new information.”

“Men can change, especially when they meet a woman who is worth the change,” you reminded him.

But Anthony had quite forgotten what you were alluding to. “No man can change so drastically. It is impossible!”

You laughed heartily, leaving Anthony to offer you a confused expression. It was the laugh of one who was amused by the other’s ignorance, he understood it too well.

“Do you not remember your youth? My friends had ghastly suspicions, opinions and thoughts of you. I dare say my mother found immense difficulty holding her tongue during our wedding vows. Your reputation was one of the worst, and it certainly preceded you—quite disconcerting,” you reminded him more eagerly this time around.

Anthony thought back to his days at university, and the years that followed, finding pleasure wherever and with whomever he could. Admittedly, things had spun out of his control, and no matter how discreet he tried to be, whispers followed him in the street wherever he made an appearance. Until one fateful day in which he set eyes upon you, his beloved wife, though he wouldn’t have known it then, only dreamed. Something within him shifted that day, and he knew then that every action he took was to be worthy of you.

“Perhaps…” he sighed in quiet defeat, “Perhaps I remember such days,” he confessed, “But what if the Duke does not have the same intentions I once did?” He looked at you with earnest concern.

“I have observed the couple, and I believe the Duke to have fallen just as far as your sister. They seem enamoured with one another,” you smiled fondly, remembering your own courting days.

“You may be right.”

“I am a woman, I am always right,” you smirked triumphantly. After a moment of silence, your mind wandered back once more to your courtship with Anthony. “Do you ever reminisce about our courting days?” You asked, seating yourself on your husband’s lap.

Anthony held your legs and looked at you with a soft expression, smiling faintly. You could tell by his slightly vacant eyes that he was taking the time to remember it.

“Yes,” he admitted, “I was not sure you would ever accept my hand.”

“I did not want to make it too easy for you, but I do not believe I could have ever refused you,” you confessed, resting your head on his shoulder.

After a few silent seconds, Anthony spoke decidedly, “I shall take a step back from my sister and her affairs. I simply did not want to see her hurt.”

“Sometimes,” you lifted your head and looked him in his dark eyes, “It is meant to hurt.”

He seemed to take in these words carefully, so as to understand exactly what you meant before replying, “I know.”

“Let us not dwell, it is bad for your health,” you shook your head, resting a hand on Anthony’s chest, moving slowly toward his neck tie.

“What would you suggest instead?” He asked tentatively, though still with a flirtatious manner.

You smiled, undoing his neck tie, letting your hands graze his neck and the soft stubble of his chin. His hair was soft between your fingers, and you tugged it while pushing his face closer to yours. A soft groan escaped his mouth before he connected your lips in a heat of passion, fumbling around with the hem of your dress so he might feel your skin.

“I love you…rake,” you whispered into his mouth.

“Reformed,” he smirked against your lips, holding you close to him.

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tag list | library account; @mirclesjournal

[mirclealignr]

tag lists;

forever friends; @foralwaysandforever | @oliverwoodmarrymepls | @rosegraphics | @the-blue-forest | @scandalous-chaos

bridgerton; @popbubblegumpop | @flourishandblotts-inc | @itseightbeats | @tagehaya | @hanster1998 | @hyungtaev | @lucyysthings | @rosie-posie08 | @fangirling-galore | @idli-dosa | @freyathehuntress | @golden-hoax | @rach2602 | @gwenebear | @wildwithoneye | @watersquirtpewpewboomm | @chaoticgirl04

[wildwithoneye]

this is so cute i loved it to bits!!

anthony is such a softie lol love him

[nicky-pink]

Damon Albarn, Tout Le Monde En Parle (2009)

[prettycoolgirl]

hes so pretty

[wildwithoneye]

i told my friends that i’m happy running up that hill is getting more popular but

now i’m fighting the urge to mention that i love kate bush to every single person that mentions it

[no-distance-left-to-run]

the most perfect side profile

[wildwithoneye]

i need more dilf damon albarn edits on insta

[klaushargreeveses]

Spirited Away (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[bitinghabit-deactivated20230709]

boys…

[wildwithoneye]

[plasticnana]

[wildwithoneye]

almost transcended into the skies in class today because of this

[abattoir-bluess]

Ok