Hello, I Hope You’re All Doing Well. 🌿 I Need Your Help To Share My Family's Story And Raise Awareness

one year of dream and sapnap being roomates-one year of a 10-year-long-friendship seeing each other for the first time after being so close-even being in the same city twice!-and after ditching school and ripping down doors to play together, after '123' and 'come with me', and oh, if you told past me what this year would entail? stories of sapnap and patches' antics, dream sitting on the floor watching sapnap play games, sapnap hilariously tiptoeing around having to wake up dream, dream running to sapnap's room to encourage him in dodgebolt, cooking meals, watching football, taco thursdays, the photos; they had found their home together, and congratulations to one year of it :]

Hello dear friends! ❤🤍🖤💚

🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from an extended family of young children, women and elderly people ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days from an aggressive war.

Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.

So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we had lost all our sources of livelihood.Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost.

https://gofund.me/31c5cbe3

hello, i pray that both you and your family and friends are safe, im hoping that by sharing these i can reach more people, more help.

please share and donate if you can ❤️

Palestinian fundraisers that have reached out to me (Gofundme amounts as of 19/09/2024)

Vetted:

@mahmoudayyad Gofundme currently €5,823 / €55,000

@mohammedayyads-blog Gofundme currently €2,424 / €35,000

@salem98alanqar Gofundme currently €140 / €20,000

@abood-gaza3 Gofundme currently $7,580 / $40,000

@aymanayyad82 Gofundme currently $39,918 / $50,000

@karamrafeek Gofundme currently £65 / £7,000 (raised £13,880 on previous page but had issues, hence new one)

@save-amal-family Gofundme currently €30,275 / €40,000

@hanangaza24 Gofundme currently $781 / $100,000

@severeninjanight Gofundme currently £4,053 / £10,000

Unvetted as of yet:

@technicallycoldnerd Gofundme currently €112 / €37,000

@mahrahpalestine Gofundme currently $10,288 / $50,000

@hamdialisstuff Gofundme currently €1,227 / €25,000

Hey there 🌍💙 I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard. 🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness. 💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed. @nasergz Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨

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INTRODUCTION!

Hi everyone! I'm a 18+ bisexual girl, i use she/her pronouns and I go by the name Lessi. I decided to start writing here on Tumblr for fun, and I do have a life outside of it so don't expect costant posts.

RULES:

Minors or ageless blog, do not interact with any of my NSFW works please, I know you can be curious about it, but trust me it's not good to be introduced to kinks, soft or not, at such a young age. Live your childhood and teen years, spend some times with your friends.

If I say I'm uncomfortable with something, please do respect my boundaries and, if I accidentally break yours or make you uncomfortable in any way, please tell me so I can apologise and not do it again!!

I don't want any racisms, homophobia, xenophobia or anything of that sort. I want this to be a safe place for people, so Don't be ignorant and respect others.

be polite and respect my time!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

I will write almost everything, including NSFW, for anyone as long as im are COMFORTABLE, I will not be breaking anyone's boundaries because someone is horny, sorry not sorry.

Now, talking about writing...

I TAKE REQUESTS!

if you are curious about what fandom i write, just ask me! im not writing them here because i get obsessed with new fandoms/sports/whatever every other week, so it would be pretty messy

give me time to write them

im always open for a chat about anything

also im not deleting my old posts, some people are still liking them, so ill keep them on my profile but just know that i do not write for mcyt anymore

MY BOUNDARIES:

respect me and everyone else

dont be rude, give me my time to work on the posts and still live my life

Dont ask personal questions like where I live, other socials, real name, etc.

thats it i think

Thank you everyone for reading! At the next post! <3

Sam Nook *heart eyes*

i love this woman sm

FLORENCE PUGH

arriving at Venice for her holidays the 79th Venice International Film Festival | September 05, 2022

Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍 I hope you're doing well. 🌿 Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻 💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship. Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿 🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫

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Forget the face reveal, I'm more entertained by the notion that the FBI informed Dream there was a threat on his life and he thought it was funny

cr: @ave661

Simon wasn't a stupid man. He always knew better, knew to look between the lines even when you tried your best to be deceiving. Even then, the pure rejection you showed to your newborn baby was something not even the best actress could hide. Refusing to hold her after she was born and fully shutting down on Simon, screaming at him whenever he tried to offer any sort of help and support, only getting worse if he ever tried to approach you while holding the baby.

Post-partum depression is no joke, Simon realized after doing his own research, only then realizing just how bad it can get after accidentally stumbling on article upon article of mothers getting to the point of harming their own child. You weren't like that— Simon liked to convince himself despite the growing pit of dread in his stomach, anxiety seeping out of every pore of his body when even months later you refused to hold or interact with the baby.

It all came crashing down after he came back from deployment, the nanny holding his daughter while soothing her with calm words, doing her best to console the crying infant despite the tears falling down her cheeks when she confessed to him that you're gone.

Gone without a trace, at first. Simon wasted no time using his connections to know where you were. Laswell was the most helpful, giving him all the details of the help center you were in, yet even then, Simon didn't reach out first in fear of messing up your progress, not wanting to add more stress to your situation when you were trying to get better.

Four years. For four years, Simon's life was divided in deployments and taking care of his daughter at home, never once thinking about moving on, always asking Laswell for updates— updates she was glad to give him using her own connections, wanting to give Simon some peace of mind even if it went against the rules.

“It's okay.” Simon reassured his daughter, his long sleeves wet with cola that she spilled from her little cup. His home was the complete opposite of the absolute hell he grew up in, not allowing himself to scream, hit, or take out his frustration on the little carbon copy of himself sitting on the couch.

“'M sorry, daddy.” Her sweet voice made the corners of his lips tilt up into a smile, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head, taking off his sweater and putting it away, wasting no time on grabbing a towel to clean up the now sticky mess of coke on the table.

“It's okay, love. Jus' don't tip it, 's gonna spill.” She gave him a small salute in understanding, a cheeky grin on her lips when she saw him holding in his laughter, knowing fully well she's copying him— as usual.

The doorbell ringing got Simon's full attention, giving his daughter one last look before he went to answer. His eyes widened slightly the moment he saw your shorter figure waiting for him, purposely making yourself smaller like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, a small folder held in your hands. You're both quiet for what seems like forever, the only sounds coming from your daughter in the living room, the TV displaying a kid's show Simon put on.

“I'm so so—” You don't even have the chance to finish your sentence before you're being pulled into a tight hug, Simon's burly arms wrapping around your body, every single second spent missing you, secretly hoping you'd come back one day crashes down on him the moment he feels your arms wrap around his waist, holding him as tight as possible, as if he'd disappear if you don't hold onto him for dear life.

“I got better.” You whisper into his ear, rubbing his back soothingly when he doesn't let go of you. Not yet— not when the love of his life is finally back after years. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder before his face goes back to burying in the crook of your neck, taking in the familiar scent.

It takes minutes for Simon to finally let go, hesitation clear in his actions as he looked down at you, keeping one hand on your waist in silent fear of you seeping through his fingers. The folder in your hand gets his attention, giving you a questioning look before you offer it to him, managing to give him a small smile of reassurance despite all the anxiety and fear.

“My psychotherapist wrote it. It's... just a paper that shows the progress I've made from her perspective.” You stand awkwardly as he reads the document, taking in every single word written by the woman who has been helping your for four long years. You can hear your daughter giggling at the TV show, only making the anxiety in your stomach grow more by the second.

To your surprise, Simon steps out of the way to allow you into the home he created, his safe haven. Nothing changed from the last time you were here, other than toys scattered all over the place, likely from Simon being too busy bonding with his daughter to even clean.

You can see the little girl sitting on the couch as you walk closer, her brown eyes fully focused on the screen until she hears something from behind her. She's so much bigger now, looking like a tiny carbon copy of Simon, down to the little skull-patterned pajamas she was wearing.

She turns around after seeing you from the corner of her eye, her little face lighting up into a toothy grin as she jumps from the couch, sprinting towards you as fast as her little legs allow her to.

“Mommy!” You crouch down to her height out of pure instinct, almost being knocked off balance when she crashes into you, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck. The fact that Simon never stopped talking about you to her and kept your pictures warms your heart, being as delicate as possible as you hug her back.

“Y'look so pretty.” She has Simon's accent, making you let out a small laugh before looking down at her, cupping her cheek just to examine her features better.

“Thank you, sweet girl.” You're glad for the way she cuddles up to you again, not bothering to hide the tears falling down your cheeks at the sheer love displayed by the same girl you left four years ago. Your gaze drifts up to Simon, whose eyes are glossier than usual despite the fact that he's not shedding a tear. He gives you a small nod in acknowledgement, not daring to look away from the heartwarming scene in front of him.

“Daddy talks a lot about you.” She whispers into your ear, covering her mouth as if she's telling you the biggest secret ever. You giggle at the little gossiper, your warm hand running up and down the length of her hair.

“He does?” You whisper back, giving Simon a cheeky look at the admission, one of his thin eyebrows raising when he sees your daughter nod her head vigorously, giggling as she looks at Simon.

“Well, I'm sure he talks a lot about you too.” The pure forgiveness that comes from both of them drowns the guilt, if only for a short while.

“You're such a pretty princess.” Your arms wrap around her again, rocking her softly from side to side, allowing yourself to take in their love. It doesn't take long for Simon's resolve to falter, dropping to his knees and wrapping his burly arms around his girls protectively, planting a little kiss on your forehead.

Despite everything, there's no one else he'd rather spend the rest of his life with.