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I love my little babies. I wanna snuggle them all. Sure, they're strong rugged military men but they're my pookie baby bears 😭💖

Hereby requesting friends in the COD community who will understand my brainrot and talk about those sweet baby boys and our OCs together. Please and thank you.

RANDOM DISCLAIMER: Here's the intro to my blog, I've forgotten how to do this so forgive me.

My blog is 18+ MDNI

I write agere and petre content and head cannons. I do not write age play.

I also will write NSFW stuff, and it will be labeled as mature content and will be tagged appropriately. If anytime I make an NSFW post and it's not labeled mature, please let me know so I can fix it asap!

The Fandoms I write for rn are:

Call of duty

Welcome home

911

Criminal minds

Will edit if I think I need to add more :)

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Might need to write caregiver batman

Guys, we all know Bruce is emotionally constipated. And he would not handle his kids crying well at all. So, I present to you, Bruce and his 'don't be sad' tactics: 12 y/o Dick: Crying in his room bc something reminded him of his mom Bruce, hearing the sobs: 'oh god what the fuck do i do' Bruce, knocking on the door before opening it and setting down a plushy he had a child on Dick's bed, before quickly backing out of the room: 'fuck did that go well?'

Jason: instinctual tears because someone punched him in the nose.

Bruce: walks over to Jason to awkwardly hand him one of the candies he keeps to comfort children

Tim: Burst into tears out of sheer frustration over a case (and bc he's been up for about 48 hours) Bruce: Quietly walks over to put a mug of hot chocolate in front of Tim before getting tf out of there All the batkids have their own experience with Bruce giving them something to stop them from crying. They treasure the little moments. Because Bruce is trying. He is doing his best.

His name is Reginald and he's on the lease

you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor

I hope you don't watch in silence, this is part of our suffering. While you wake up to a cup of coffee, we wake up to the sound of warplanes, bombing and destruction.🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉

While you miss your bathroom and wash your face and teeth, we stand in line to wait our turn to relieve ourselves.💔💔😭

When we come to wash our faces, we do not find soap, and even the price of toothpaste has reached a point that makes us say, “No, no.”🍉🇵🇸😭😭

And when you prepare a meal for yourself and your children, all we have left is yesterday's bread, which is cold and dry and contains nothing, and we prepare it from spoiled, dirty flour that is not worthy of being food for animals.💔💔💔🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Our children suffer from malnutrition. We do not find any food to eat in the markets or any of the necessities of life. Our children thought of planting simple seeds in the hope that they could fill the gap.

🙏🙏😭💔💔💔💔🇵🇸

We suffer a lot in the tents. Insects and infectious skin diseases spread. I suffered from chronic high blood pressure due to the heat of the tents at first, but I also suffer from Behcet's disease.

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Often times we wish to go back to how we were before the war, to go back to our simple lives. Please donate even a little, your support will be a source of hope for us after all this suffering.🙏🙏🙏🇵🇸🇵🇸💔💔💔

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Donate to Help Salwaś family escape the war, organized by Ahmed Elqayem

I am Ahmed Al-Qayyim.. I live in Italy..I am trying to help my aunt and her family es… Ahmed Elqayem needs your support for Help Salwaś fam

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number on the list is ( #179 )

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Please help me, my little boy is about to die, he has a serious surgery, we in Gaza do not have everything, my child is about to die, help me even with a small amount of money 😭💔

So, I hope you can help me evacuate my family from Gaza so that my child can get treatment abroad.

I ask everyone who sees this to donate or contribute so that we can get out of this nightmare.

✅ Please donate now

♦️My home was completely destroyed, our dreams were stolen, and stability was taken away here by death, hunger, and loss.💔♦️

⛔The war has returned blood is everywhere the sound of explosions never stops we lose our children every minute We deserve life help us survive death is closing in on my family we need your support more than ever⛔.The whole world is silent. There is no way out of this hell We are dying before your eyes Please don't leave us😭

$20 will make a huge difference in providing for their needs and medical expenses. I have a huge responsibility ahead of me: my children, my sick daughter, and my elderly parents.I beg you by all that is humane to support us No one gives us anything 🙏🏻💔

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Donate to Rebuild my house in Gaza, organised by Mohammed Motaz

My name is Mohammed, and I am reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for … Mohammed Motaz needs your support for Rebuil

Caregiver! Price who isn't as strict as you'd expect, except for with routine. Morning routine, night routine, nap times, mealtimes, and clean ups, he's on top of it all. He knows his boys need and do well with routine, so he makes sure to keep one. Also a big fan of sticker charts and treasure box treats.

Caregiver! Price who has learned how to cook at least minimally so his babies aren't eating microwave meals and MREs. He knows a few basic casseroles, and how to cook up veggies so that they get eaten.

Caregiver! Price who is great at soothing his boys no matter what. Nightmares? He's singing a lullaby and letting them cuddle in bed with him. Trauma induced regression? He's there for it with no judgment. Baby being just plain fussy? They get swaddled up and rocked in his rocking chair, being told a story.

Caregiver! Price who knows what it feels like to want love, attention, and care, so he works to provide that for his boys when they regress. He makes sure to have one on one outings with them. Making sure it's within their interests. Art classes at the library for Soap, puppet shows for Simon, and interactive museums for Gaz.

Caregiver! Price that never uses call signs or even real names with his boys. When they are little, it's either a shortened version of their name or a nickname.

Caregiver! Price who can't help but spoil his little ones a little A LOT, with toys they never had or lost during childhood, coloring books, movies, and even stuffed animals (the big ones that are practically body pillows) his boys can't have the full comfort of a nursery, and it's hard to find onesies that fit, so he makes up for it anyway he can.

Caregiver! Price, who was never able to settle down and have kids, realized that having his boys to take care of was just as fulfilling.