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Hi 💔

I’m sorry if this message feels sudden—I truly don’t want to bother anyone. I’m Areej, a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza 🇵🇸, and I’m reaching out because my family is in desperate need of help.

The war has taken everything. We’ve lost our home 🏚, and we live each day under the constant threat of bombing and starvation 🥀. I’m trying to evacuate my family—my parents, siblings, two small children, a newborn , and my sister who is deaf —to Egypt, where we hope to find safety 🕊️.

If you’re able to donate 💌 or even just share our campaign 🔁, it could bring us one step closer to survival. Every act of kindness means the world right now 🌍🤍.

Thank you for taking a moment to read 🙏

And if you'd prefer not to receive messages like this, please just let me know—I won’t message again.

With love and hope,

Areej 🤍🌿

@supportmykids

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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.

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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.

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Suguru believes that you need to be enveloped in his arms just as much as a newborn kitten needs to be swaddled in warm fuzzy blankets

reblog to bite your mutuals

Gojo, especially teen Gojo, would love Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield.

It may be midnight on a school night but he is belting out those lyrics like he is on tour. His accent is bulldozing the English but he has the spirit of the song down.

🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

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Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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Gun to your head 🔫🔫🔫

Pack up your kitsune Suguru and hand it over to me RIGHT NOW!! This is NOT A DRILL, I AM STEALING YOUR KITSUNE SUGURU!!

I need him in the sense of he's my life saving medication (ironic for Saint reader, huh?)

I’M BEING ROBBED

Don’t shoot! I will hand him over! 🙌

But I have grown to like him quite a bit so can we split time fifty-fifty?

Him being your medicine is very ironic for reader being a saint lol but I think that he certainly wouldn’t mind, it is another way he can keep you with him 🤭

Part 1

Over the years of your life as the Goddess of Spring you have seen many animals.

The young deer of the forest who teeter after their mothers, the chicks in the nests of sparrows. Every new life is under your care and you take that seriously, especially the ones that venture into your valley.

So when a inky black crow flies down to make himself at home in your valley you take notice. He struts through the field of wildflowers like he owns the place. The crow walks around and inspects the flowers.

You let out a giggle at his scrutiny of the flowers, you never knew that crows could be that judgemental before. Said crow looks up at you and you look a bit bashful as it stares into your eyes.

He walks over to you and you could swear you can see specks of purple in his obsidian eyes. Lifting up your forearm for him to perch he looks hesitant before he hops up on your arm.

As he perches on your arm you can see him better. His feathers sparkle under the light as he seems to preen under your gaze. A rainbow of colours shine when the sun hits them just right.

You run a finger under his beak and he caws appreciatively.

“You have beautiful plumage.” You remark.

The crow puffs out his chest in pride and you laugh at his show of ego.

“You are rather full of yourself as well.” You tease the bird with a laugh.

He deflates a little and you coo a soft apology to him, “I apologise for teasing you, kind visitor.”

The crow tilts his head towards you and you take it as an acceptance of your apology.

With a soft smile you pet his head, happy for the visitor. He is one of the few who visit this secluded valley to see you. Not that you aren’t popular, you are friends with most people on Olympus and the towns folk around here. But Utahime is protective and you are getting stifled by it.

Your sister has good intentions, you know her better than anyone else, but it is lonely.

So you are happy for the occasional visitor.

HOLE IN ONE! - oldmoney!gojo x golf scholarship!reader

warnings: body shaming, mahito, a little bit of violence(let me know if you think something needs to be tagged)

a/n: most of this is gonna be based off of my knowledge playing Varsity golf when I was in highschool, so if I have any college golfers, and it’s different please let me know, or just have the slightest bit of mercy. (It’s been a while)

this first one they are in highschool still, I have quite a few ideas for the characters and world building and a nice beginning storyline so if this is something people enjoy I’ll dive deeper into it!!

MDNI!!!

golfer!reader who’s school had an agreement with their town’s country club to use it’s course for practice. Every day on the course for hours playing holes, and hitting on the driving range. Though throughout the season you became less and less passionate about the sport, only staying because your best friend wanted to be on the team but was scared to play alone, and you had been playing since primary school so you figured ‘why not?’

golfer!reader who stopped showing up to practices because you hated playing on a team with such good players, while only being considered “average.”

golfer!reader who finally started showing up to practice again after your best friend told you about the guys on the team who wouldn’t stop joking about how she looked in the golf uniforms, making a clear statement to stay away from her when not yelling ‘fore’ after hitting a golf ball at their group.

golfer!reader who meets an arrogant jerk when waiting in line for the bathroom in the clubhouse, hearing a whistle then scoffing after you locked eyes with a pale boy, with blue hair and a few long scars across his face.

golfer!reader who feels the shift in his demeanor, once he realizes you weren’t going to fall at his feet just because he had money. Feeling incredibly uncomfortable when he walks up behind you, his face twisting into a somewhat condescending expression before opening his mouth to say something, Only to be cut off by a different person walking into the clubhouse, calling for the guy, who you now know is Mahito, and telling him to hurry up because their tee time is quickly approaching.

golfer!reader who’s thinks about that moment every time you walk toward the clubhouse, worried of encountering him again, until one day you walk in and see your best friend talking to him, with stars in her eyes, and a completely lovestruck look on her face. His face sporting a shit eating grin the second he sees you, “we should play golf together sometime, you look real pretty in that skirt, and I’d love to see more of it” he whispers to her, just loud enough that you could hear while getting tokens to hit more golf balls on the range. You shot him a look, only making him look more content with his actions before you walked outside.

golfer!reader who ended up getting taken along with on the day she and mahito went golfing, finding yourself in a golf cart with a self absorbed prick, with blue eyes and white hair. Every other shot talking about how amazing he is, even though he shot double par on every. Single. Hole.

You had to watch your friend fall into the blue haired jerk’s trap the whole day because she was so excited about the attention she was getting from him. And everytime she giggled or blushed at a comment of his, he threw you a smug look, acting as if he had just just won some type of game between the two of you.

You prayed to whatever god was there to give you patience, when mahito asked for lessons for him and the snowy haired jerk for a charity event they participated in every year.

This was gonna be a long, long season.

a/n: I’m so so sorry if this is bad!! It’s been years since the last time I was writing for other people, so trying to format this in a good way has been a little hard so far! Please interact if you enjoyed so I can tell if this is something people want!! Thank you!