okay but what if they all kissed and everyone was happy. what then.

I am a father of two children ๐จโ๐งโ๐ฆ from Gaza ๐ต๐ธ, currently living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions after losing my home due to the war ๐, and I am now displaced far from my original place of residence.
I still believe there are kind hearts ๐ค that can help in times of need.
โDonation link โฌ๏ธโ

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Right now, we have almost no food, and the cost of living has become unbearable due to the siege, soaring prices, and the closure of all crossings.Everything has doubled in price in an unimaginable way ๐ฅฒ๐ฅบ
We might be forced to flee to southern Gaza after the announcement of a full invasion of Gaza City ๐
The bombing and destruction never stop โ not for a single moment. There is no longer any real life in Gaza. We are just struggling to survive, trying to secure the bare minimum: water and food.
Winter is coming, and we have no winter clothing after our home was destroyed and we were displaced multiple times ๐ญ๐ฅฒPlease, we urgently need financial help to buy food and store some in case the situation worsens.
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Hello friends, my mother is still suffering from her injuries. It's very difficult, and she needs regular checkups and medication. She must adhere to the prescribed regimen. My pregnancy is progressing very slowly, and I can't meet my family's needs. I'm trying to provide food, drink, and medicine for my mother. We have no one else to support us. I need your help. Please stop ignoring me and try to support me. Remember, even $10 or $20 can ease some of her suffering. I won't forgive you for neglecting her. Please try to save my mother before it's too late.
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Hello friends, please, I need your support. My daughter Fatoum is my only provider. I will not forgive you if anything happens to me. Please take care of my child.Fatoum is two and a half years old. Imagine, she lost her father before she was even born because of the war.All I ask is to provide her with a decent life, food, and water, nothing more. I am unemployed. My child needs care and attention. She doesn't have her own shelter; we share a tent with other peoplePlease, I desperately need your support and donations.

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 intoโa 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 povertyโnot 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.๐ข๐ฅน
To donate or support us, here is the link ๐๐
From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion๐ฅนโค๏ธ๐
My house was destroyed at the beginning of the war. We live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood in eastern Gaza ๐๏ธ. I lost my job, and I was injured during the war and am still suffering ๐ฅ๐คโฆ Now I'm fighting just to keep my family alive.
I'm responsible for a very large family ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ:
๐ด My father is elderly and needs care.
๐ถ My young children are innocent.
๐ง My brother has a mental disability, can't work, and has children of his own.
๐คฐ My wife is pregnant and needs care amidst a complete lack of basic necessities. She needs so much, the simplest of which is clothing.
๐ง๐ง My children are Salwa and Massa. My little Massa was born during the height of the war. We were living in my sister's house when my wife went into labor. We were trapped and couldn't leave the house because of the intense shelling all around us. Miraculously, by the grace of God, my wife gave birth to Massa at home.
When we finally managed to leave a week later, the occupation forces demolished my sister's house.
Now we live in tents inside Gaza, destitute. The tents offer no protection from the heat or the winter. In the winter, we suffered greatly, and in the summer, the children developed skin diseases from the extreme heat.
There is no incomeโฆ no workโฆ and prices are sky-high. ๐ฅ
We are living through harsh days, caught between hunger and fear. We have nothing but hope in God and in your hearts. ๐ I never imagined I would have to ask for help, but todayโฆ I sincerely reach out to you:
๐ We truly need any help, even the smallestโฆ It could mean a meal, medicine, or even just hope for life.
๐ค Don't leave us aloneโฆ Your support is our lifeline.
๐ Please, from a broken heartโฆ Any help, even a small one, could make a huge difference in our lives and help us to keep going and survive.
May God reward you all. Your support will be a light in our lives ๐ค
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Hello ๐

I am Alaaโฆ Can you hear me?
I am a woman from Palestine Gaza ๐ต๐ธ.
I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.
Our house was small, but it held our world โ filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.
Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.
But in a single, brutal momentโฆ everything disappeared.
An airstrike hit our neighborhood.
Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.๐ญ๐
We escaped with nothing โ not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.
Mohammadโs tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.
Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.
It doesnโt shield us from the cold.
It doesnโt protect my children from hunger or fear.
Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.
I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.
I watch them suffer โ I hear their tiny whispers asking when weโll go home againโฆ and I have no answers.
I am Alaa๐.
I donโt ask for much.
Just a chance to live with dignity again.
Just a moment of mercy.
If you hear meโฆ if you feel my painโฆ
๐ธPlease help us๐ธ๐.
Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.
Donation link
From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voiceโฆ thank youโค๏ธ๐ซ.
โ ๏ธVetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #606)โ ๏ธ
Send me a character and I'll answer these!!
1: sexuality headcanon 2: otp 3: brotp 4: notp 5: first headcanon that pops into my head 6: favorite line from this character 7: one way in which I relate to this character 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?
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"David.." "It's so good to finally meet you properly" "You're so handsome. Maybe you can show Michael some sense of style finally. I used to..."
"Michael.."
"Just go with it"
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Couldn't get Michael to look correct sadly but anyway, silly interaction
Asked by @victor-the-vampire
I walked all alone
For a long century
Til I found my brothers
And my brothers found me
Boo hoo these boys make me CRY. I wanted to make a banner for this blog and I thought, oh wouldn't it be cute to just paint the boys all hanging out? And then painting them all having fun and being happy with each other made me big sad. On the other hand, painting all their costume details is just awful and I hate that none of them have normal plackets on their pants.
I love this so much
Its so pleasing to look at and all the details!!
Their so happy, so heartwarming ๐ญ
I'm not sure I have the energy to finish this so here's the wip of my biggest project for now
I'm proud but this is so time consuming and my wrist hurt lmao











