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I feel like the only reason those of us who aren't in the US are watching the inauguration today is the sort of morbid curiosity that makes people watch a car crash. It honestly feels like I'm watching people's lives and freedoms be crushed in real time.
Hello, I understand this might be a long shot, but I'm a Palestinian citizen in urgent need of assistance. I have type 1 diabetes, and because of the current situation in Gaza, I’m unable to get my Humalog insulin injection. I'm seeking your support to get just one injection today to save my life. I need financial help to buy insulin for this week and am still $263 short. I apologize if you've already seen this request, but any amount you can donate would mean the world to me. My donation link is in my pinned post. Thank you, and may you be blessed. ❤️🇵🇸
Sending love and prayers! stay safe!
1. ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number
verified on the list is ( #226 )✅️
2. Knowing from the butterfly (1153)
https://gofund.me/5770752d
Please, We need you & your humanity 🤚 now from inside the bombing and destruction in Gaza, I hope my message reaches you and you are well. I would be really grateful if you could help me. Every donation from you will save my family and all the children in the family from death, this will support us and ease our suffering and encourage people to donate more help 🍉🍉 Please share, publish or donate to my family 🙏🙏🙏
Our life is in your hands, please don't say you can't help us because you can‼️
sending love, hope, and prayers!!! 🫶❤️
You fuck ass Israeli Colonizers are going to die anyway, Nazis in America don't fuckin like you lmao 😂
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Hello, unfortunately my previous account was deleted so I will retell my story, my name is Ahmed Al-Dani, I am 14 years old. I live in Gaza, where I was born amidst ongoing conflicts and wars. In 2008, while my mother was pregnant with me, a phosphorous bomb fell near our house, and I inhaled the toxic gas. This led to genetic deformities that affected the growth of my teeth and hair.
Throughout my life, my family has tried to find solutions to my health problems, and we have visited many doctors in Gaza. The treatment recommended by the nurses was dental implants, but each tooth costs about $1,000, which is beyond our means.
My treatment journey began, but the ongoing conflict has made things more difficult. My family and I have been displaced more than seven times in the past ten months, and we now live in the southern part of Gaza without work or income, relying only on savings that we hoped to use for my treatment.
Please support me or share my story to help me continue my treatment and travel outside of Gaza, where I can complete my dental implants and take care of my health. The total cost of coordinating the travel and medical treatment is $50,000. Every donation, no matter how small, will be a beacon of hope for a better life.
Thank you for your generosity and helping me get a chance at a new life.❤️❤️
https://gofund.me/4258a923
I’ll use my platform to the best of my ability to help reach your story out to more people that will be able to help you. I myself have no way of donating so I hope that this reaches others that can and help you live healthy and freely.
Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you.
https://gofund.me/198b6d57
I've already gone ahead and reposted the original post and go check it out but even if you don't and don't see all the facts and insights into ashraf's family, it's human nature to care. Please, PLEASE, if you can; donate. If you can't, that's perfectly fine, but share his post. These are peoples lives that we're talking about, that the media is forgetting about because its "not as important" anymore but it is. They are. They are so, so important.
Reblog, comment, share it to a different platform - just do something. If we all do something, we might be able to help.
I'm praying for you and your family. I'm so sorry this is happening to you.
God bless you! Free the books!
The sign of high quality is the fact the book was banned by the government. Trash literature NEVER EVER had any troubles with the law.
PLEASE GUYS HELP US STOP ARTICLE 13, SIGN THIS PETITION
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I AM CANADIAN AND THIS SITE REFUSES MY ZIP CODE. PEOPLE, IN THE NAME OF THE ONES WHO CAN'T SIGN, DO IT PLEASE!
Welcome to the new internet.
It is very possible, after today, for the internet to be separated into tiers, like cable, forcing you to pay extra to access certain sites. The world wide web won’t be so world wide if you can’t access certain sites because you don’t want to pay an extra $50 to access it.
Paying attention now?
HEY 🍉🇵🇸
help my friends survive the genocide pls if u can, donations and reblogs/repost anything u can do. this is how we help, even if it seems small.
★﹒₊‧driving headcanons
izuku is the worst driver. omfg. he either goes 15 over or under the speed limit, he makes signals that indicate ppl can cut him off or something, and then he gets MAD!! izuku has road rage horribly. he cannot drive. he's also scared of oncoming traffic so he's 9/10 driving in the shoulder 😭😭 never been pulled over bc he rarely drives.
mina beat izuku for the 2nd worst BY A HAIR. she's almost the same as izuku but her music is up all the way, she's jamming out, dancing and trying to eat her mcdonald's fries on the freeway. only difference is she stays in the lane fairy well. she's been pulled over quiet alot 😐
bakugou 2nd best driver. ik he's really abrasive usually but driving is like his therapy. he's calm, very attentive, and his music volume is always at like 15/50. he doesn't get road rage, he just curses under his breath, a lot. does speed like 5-10 over. (mans got places to be) BUT he as never gotten pulled over.
denki is the best driver on this list ! i said it. he got his license first, and he also has alot of practice driving w his permit and before. i headcanon that he is a child of a single mom, and she works 24/7 so he often drove himself to places. he never speeds, if he does it's like 2 over at max!! he's a great multitasker so he can talk, eat, and/or jam to music while driving perfectly. he's the designated driver among class 1A.
holy shit y’all should watch this one, what an admirable person
More dragons! anemone, snowfall and freedom
Being naked makes me feel free..
“Para mí, libertad es sinónimo de juego. No significa encontrarse en el vacío y moverse como un loco, sino regirse por reglas propias".
— Albert Oehlen.
The Weight Of Wings
Ⅰ. ⚝ Born to Fly
Synopsis: Keigo Takami's wings were meant to be his escape from the torment of his abusive family, a symbol of the freedom he longed for. Now, as the number two hero, Hawks carries the weight of those same wings—both a gift and a curse. He faces the repercussions of a life defined by duty and the moral ambiguity of his choices.
Preview: "He stretched out his tiny wings, cramped from the clutter of his house. His feathers sat oddly—neglected—taking on an unruly defiance, refusing to be tamed by his fractured will. Keigo often wondered what it would feel like to put them to real use, to feel the wind lift him high above everything—but he knew better than to ask."
Words: 1.2k
Tags: character study, A+ parenting, hawks is a fucking sweetheart and deserves 5,900 hugs n kisses
Notes: its been like 3 months since i wrote this chapter and i STILL dont know if i should leave it as-is or write another one... also cross-posted on ao3!!
Stars flicker, pure light, A boy's dreams reach for the sky, Wings that ache for flight.
As a boy, Keigo Takami often stared out into the horizon, heart yearning for distant freedom. The cracked walls of his tiny room seemed to be closing in on him, the air suffocating with the pungent smell of stale cigarettes and spilt liquor. Hence, when his father's distant mutters escalated into shouts, and when his mother's anxious footsteps started pacing, he found refuge on the roof, gazing at the sky with child-like wonder.
His belief in heroes had started to waver, eroding with every atrocity his father committed. Whenever his thoughts got too loud, he found solace in the stars. They didn't care about who he was, what he was born into, or the scars he tried to hide. They simply shone—untouched and unwavering. Beyond the city’s grime and the flickering streetlights, the sky seemed boundless. He liked to think the constellations were waiting for him, promising that one day, he wouldn’t be stuck here.
He stretched out his tiny wings, cramped from the clutter of his house. His feathers sat oddly—neglected—taking on an unruly defiance, refusing to be tamed by his fractured will. Keigo often wondered what it would feel like to put them to real use, to feel the wind lift him high above everything—but he knew better than to ask. Around his parents, every word felt like a misstep, every movement like a crack in fragile eggshells. His mother’s quirk gave her extra eyes, always scanning, always watching, as if she could see straight through him. And his father... his father’s gaze was sharp, laced with rage, always ready to lash out with a force that left scars deeper than any physical blow.
He imagined a wind, strong enough to carry him far away. Someday, he thought. Someday, I’ll fly higher than anyone else. His shoulders twitched with anticipation—but the dream always ended too soon. A door slammed somewhere in the house, and Keigo flinches, his bare feet slipping against the windowsill. He jumped back just as his father’s voice tore through the stillness like a jagged blade. "Keigo!" his father barked, his voice slurred from the alcohol. "Get in here!"
Keigo’s wings may have been closer to fantasy than tangible, but he still needed the courage to survive long enough to use them. His pulse quickened, the weight of reality pressing against him like a heavy stone. He pulled away from the window and padded softly toward the door, leaving behind the fleeting promise of the sky and stepping back into the prison of his life.
She was acting uncharacteristically 'motherly'. Perhaps it was the guilt catching up to her, though Keigo couldn’t fathom why she’d suddenly show him kindness—why anyone would, for that matter. Hand in hand, they walked into the store—probably for the first time in his life. The warmth of her hand felt alien against his own, a touch that he hadn't known since his earliest memories. Keigo’s gaze flickered down at their joined hands, the softness of his own fingers pressing against the rough calluses of hers. It was a strange, short-lived connection—one that seemed to exist only in this moment, surrounded by the smell of freshly baked bread and the distant hum of the store’s fluorescent lights.
They cast everything in a soft glow, making the rows of canned goods and packaged snacks shimmer like treasures. Keigo could hear the soft rustle of plastic bags, the gentle beep of the checkout scanner in the distance, the hum of the air conditioning struggling to keep up with the midday heat outside. He knew they probably wouldn’t walk out with anything—financially limited as they were—so he didn’t bother pointing out the items that caught his eye. As grateful as he was, there was the inevitable dread of what awaited him back home.
His eyes drifted from one colourful label to another, soaking it all in. He could barely process it all—it felt much too clean. His hair was matted enough to earn pitiful glares from nearby mothers, his clothes far too tattered. A sense of wonder rose in him, tempered only by the quiet hum of reality in the back of his mind. It was too much, but for the first time in a long while, too much didn’t feel like a bad thing.
Keigo, like any other child, was eyeing the hero merchandise. Whenever his father left him alone, he'd watch hero documentaries on TV. That euphoric feeling of watching All Might land another decisive blow, watching Endeavour coldly put villains in their place—it was the only thing that made him feel alive, the only thing that made him believe that there was something more than the life he was stuck in.
His mother noticed, her tired gaze flickering with something akin to empathy as she lingered by the shelves. She picked up the All Might plush—soft, golden, impossibly hopeful—but her hand froze as she turned over the price tag. A moment passed, her lips pressing into a thin line, before she put it back and grabbed the Endeavour one instead. “This’ll have to do,” she muttered, her tone clipped, the weight of her words landing heavier than the plush in Keigo’s hands.
But Keigo didn’t mind. His fingers clutched the toy with a reverence it didn’t deserve, his chest swelling with a joy that felt rare and fragile. Endeavour wasn’t bright like All Might—he didn’t shine, not really. But he burned, fierce and unyielding, and in that moment, Keigo thought that maybe, just maybe, burning was enough.
He held the Endeavour plush tightly, his small hands trembling as he followed his mother out of the store. The harsh overhead lights gave way to the soft glow of twilight outside, the sky tinged with hues of orange and violet. He glanced up, searching for the stars. They were faint, barely visible against the creeping dark.
He looked down at the plush in his hands. Its stitching was rough, the material coarse and unyielding, but it felt solid, real. Endeavour didn’t blind you with warmth and comfort. Instead, he was a fire that roared defiantly against the dark. Keigo traced the embroidered flames on the plush’s chest, his fingers lingering on the sharp edges. Fires blazed, yes, but they also survived. They consumed, leaving scars and ashes in their wake, but they endured. Maybe, Keigo thought, that’s what he needed to do too. Maybe he didn’t need to shine; maybe it was enough just to burn, to keep going, no matter what.
As they reached the corner of the street, his mother’s grip loosened, and the fleeting moment of connection slipped away like grains of sand through his fingers. Keigo turned his gaze upward one last time, letting the faint glimmer of the stars steady his fragile heart. In the sky, he saw more than freedom—he saw a promise, an echo of something that felt almost attainable.
The stars twinkled, distant and pure, as if whispering to him: Someday.
And Keigo Takami, with wings too small and a heart too heavy, dared to believe them.
only a middle eastern girl knows what it’s like to receive everything desired except her freedom
"Free to Fly" . . . . #watercolours #gouache #art #illustration #artwork #artist #watercolour #watercolouring #mixedmedia #flowerfields #bird #freedom #drawing #draw https://www.instagram.com/p/CCnm5vfHriN/?igshid=1cias96s261fi
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Hey everyone I just want try to post this fanfic I’ve made. I wanted to try learning to promote it and this was one idea I had. Not sure how well it will work.
I am Ola Ferwana from Palestine ,Gaza. I'm a mother of 3 kids Yamen, Qusai and Mira. My husband travelled to Egypt to get medicines before 2 days of the war 7 of October on Gaza.
I faced very great challenges and responsibilities of my three children in the absence of my husband, as he had traveled and the crossing was closed and we could not see each other. The amount of suffering I was feeling cannot be described as still being in the north of Gaza.I am reaching out to you today with a heavy heart and a plea for urgent assistance. I have left my home and have been displaced more than 8 times with my children. I am living in the war_torn region of Gaza, facing unimaginable challenges, with lack of water, food scarcity, and constant threats to their safety.
This is our street of my house, the Israeli occupation damaged all the houses.
I have delivered a girl baby,Mira, through the war, She was 10 months old and my husband didn't see her until this moment.
Yaman was 7 years old, and his simplest dream was to complete the first grade at school, but his school was completely destroyed. He lost the most beautiful thing that he was happy with and enjoyed that he had reached this stage.
Qusai is 5 years old, and until this moment I do not have the courage to tell him that his kindergarten was also destroyed, the first place and refuge in which he was happy, but in this war he lost everything beautiful. He lost his father’s hug, which was his only refuge when he slept at night, telling him his daily story to fall asleep safety.
Mira, my daughter, who had never seen an hour or a moment devoid of fear, came into this world and was surprised by a war that destroyed many, many things. It destroyed her house and her room, which I was waiting for as I prepared and brought her all the beautiful clothes and colorful dresses she needed. She was surprised by the sound of missiles. She could not sleep because of it. My husband hopes to get a smile and a hug from her daughter Which he had been waiting for some time.
We lack of the basic human needs, no food no electricity no water. We were poisoned and infected because of the unhealthy water that we drink.
My three children and I had to be hospitalized. We suffered from liver dysfunction as a result of malnutrition, widespread diseases, and recurring infection.
During this period, I felt remorseful about how difficult it is for a mother to see her children sick and unable to treat them because she is also very sick.
The Rafah border crossing, which is the only way to escape from the war, is closed now.
I hope to provide us by giving support in order to cover the costs associated with ensuring our safe passage of Egypt through the borders. Please stand with me, we are now homeless, with absence of children needs like milk, diapers, with no food. Please help us to stay a live and leave Gaza with my children. Share this link as you can as possible .
https://gofund.me/4e896ac1
If it is opened, I can't go to Egypt as I don't have the money because my husband is the sole breadwinner for my family.
Thank you for your kindness, empathy and generosity during this challenging time.With sincere thanks and warm regards,
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Please donate or share it as much as you can
Every donation make a different for me.
This is the link
https://gofund.me/4e896ac1
Thank you,
Ola
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Important thing to remember: the only reason the number of deaths in Palestine are going down is because there isn't enough people to kill.
Read that again.
The only reason the number of deaths in Palestine are going down is because there isn't enough people to kill.
The genocide is still happening. The cruelty and inhumanity is still happening.
People are not numbers.
It is time we stop treating them as such.