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I am Natalie from Gaza. I want to leave and escape the horrors of war here in Gaza. I ask you to help me urgently so that I can escape from the midst of the pain and wounds. Because I no longer have a place after our house was bombed by the Israeli army and we were displaced to the street and with great difficulty we lived in a small tent that is not suitable for living. I ask you to help urgently and to contact me privately so that I can give you my PayPal account to donate. Please help me, please 😢

Logan gnaws on things as if he’s constantly teething. He’s always done it, and typically resorted to chewing the inside of his cheek or the rim of a bottle in the past. It was more acceptable that way. No one really batted an eye, nor did he make a big deal about it

Well, until Wade picked up on it.

He first noticed it when Logan would chew and grind his teeth against the glass rim of some cheap whiskey that lasted a grand three hours, at best, on a bad day.

After that, Wade would discreetly offer things for Logan to chew on, most of which were immediately denied.

Until one night Althea, Wade, and Logan were all sitting in the living space of their apartment, watching some British tv show that Wade was heavily interested in. He was practically latched onto Logan, arm wrapped around his shoulders and leaning into the latter.

Halfway through the night, Logan had slowly brought Wade’s hand to his mouth, gnawing on the knuckle of the mercenary.

Wade was ecstatic to say the least. He didn’t dare move an inch incase Logan suddenly became self-aware and pulled away.

Wade didn’t care about the slobber collecting on his hand, nor the idle pain from Logan’s canines digging into his skin. He barely even cared for the show now, watching Logan completely space out instead. The soft blue light from the TV illuminated Logan’s face almost beautifully, and Wade couldn’t help but be enamored.

He rested his head down on Logan’s shoulder finally (very slowly as to not alert the man), relaxing into the sensation and the fluttering in his stomach.

He prayed the moment wouldn’t ever end, closing his eyes and listening to Logan’s breathing. He could stay there forever if whatever celestial being allowed it.

Y’all ever chat with people 😳 shits wild

We need to talk about how fucking scary natural disaster movies are. Today I watched the old twister movie with my family which I had already seen by the way, I felt more anxious watching it then any horror movie I’ve ever seen. Exspecially those movies they show you in science class. I’m terrified. Those are fucked up



I HATE YOU X MEN TIMELINE I FUCKING HATE YOUUUU!!!!!

just had to get that out there

Help My Two Daughters Escape From Gaza War

Hello everyone..

I am Hadeel Mikki from Gaza, Palestine and this is my husband Waseem Mikki, my daughters Mira and Nadia, My mother Tahani Mikki, and my two brothers.

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Hello everyone.. I am Hadeel Mikki from Gaza, Palestine and this is m… MOHAMED E M Mikki needs your support for Help My Two Daughters Es

Here is our story - Ever since the morning of the 7th of October, none of our lives have been the same. Everything in our lives has been disrupted. The first night since the beginning of the war, our home got partially destroyed because of a very close Israeli strike.

Despite the damage, we stayed home for another two weeks until suddenly and without preparation, we were told to evacuate our homes and we’d be in danger. From this moment our endless journey of suffering and pain began.

Throughout this journey, we later Knew that our home of three floors where my family and my uncle-in-law family live. My uncle family of 5 members did not leave our home and it has got bombed directly and completely destroyed and all of them were martyred.

My father-in-law his heart could not bear all this pain and all this grief; so he got sick. He found himself living the darkest of realities and through the scarcity of medicine and lack of medical resources in the hospitals, he passed away.

My husband, Waseem, was very sad, and my daughters missed their grandfather, who used to play with them and bring them toys.

The situation was very difficult for my children, and my eldest daughter, Mira, kept crying and wanted to go and see her grandfather, and she did not realize that he had gone and would never return.

So we moved in with my husband, children, and I, full of great sadness, with my mother and two brothers, who are the only survivors of my family; They are all that I have left, and I hope that we will all escape with our lives outside of war and destruction, and that my children will survive. We do not want to lose them.

Our future has become unknown, our present is unbearable, unlivable by human standards. We’re stuck in a harsh reality each moment. We live in a constant state of sounds of explosions, bullets raining down on us, artillery shells, and warplanes dropping destructive missiles on us every day.

In addition to our ongoing suffering to this day: lack of resources, humanitarian aid, medicine, and food. We can barely find food for my girls, as they eat one meal during the day and spend the rest of the day crying.

This is my daughters enjoying a life before 7th October.

But now my princess Mira stay alone all the time remember her previous life, her school, her friends, our beautiful life, and all places we were visited with Mira and Nadia as a beautiful family and still cry I need my school, I need my friends, I need my toys.

This is the cry of a mother and father. We hope that our children will be given the opportunity to live in peace and security and have access to food and a safe life like the rest of the children of the world everywhere.

Now I am pregnant in the 4th month , and I don't know how I will get the baby, there is no hospitals , no pregnancy care , no food , no clean water, so I am worried about this pregnant with these circumstances.

Maybe this fundraising effort is like a beacon in the darkness, our sole source of hope that we hold onto tightly. I urge the world to listen to my plea and the sorrowful cries of my Gaza kin. We desperately require the helping hand that can dry our tears and lead us to safety.

Your contribution is more than just money; it's a chance to reconstruct life and illuminate a brighter future. Join us in shaping a tale of hope, as we rely on your support to begin afresh.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The objective of this fundraising drive is to secure the passage of my family, comprising my husband, two daughters, mother, two brothers, and myself, through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt. Presently, this journey necessitates £5000 per person. This campaign stands as our sole opportunity for survival, and I earnestly implore your aid during this pivotal juncture. Rest assured, I will furnish you with a detailed breakdown of the expenses, vowing transparency, and lucidity throughout.

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Breakdown of Expenses

• Rafah/Egypt crossing: €5000 per person (a total of €25,000 for five adult family members)

€2,500 per child (a total of €5,000 for two children family members)

• Minimum living costs: €5000

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Hello everyone.. I am Hadeel Mikki from Gaza, Palestine and this is my husband Waseem Mikki, my daughters Mira and Nadia, My mother Tahani

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I can’t fucking wait for pizza

kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor.

logan was desperate for the relief of his mouth pressed to wade’s. he needed it, needed to put his feelings into an action. needed wade to do the same, to envelope logan in himself. he had spent years he couldn’t count feeling bitter, alone, guilty. he felt like a monster.

that is, until he found wade. or, more accurately, until wade found him. he was washed in the glow of the other man, felt his love surround him in ways he didn’t know possible. his grief untangled itself from the constricting hold on his heart and spread throughout him, and wade took as much of it from him as he could.

he had never had someone to share the load with, someone who would listen and care and hold him up when he was falling apart. he wanted to worship the other man, it was what logan imagined religion was for other people. he was addicted to the warmth that flooded his body when wade was in the room. would listen to his incessant rambling as if he was delivering a sermon.

the two were sitting very close to one another, on the living room floor. wade had one leg folded under himself, the other knee pulled up towards his chest as he turned to look at logan. logan was sitting with his legs criss-crossed, but they started to unfold as he leaned towards wade. the only light in the room was the glow of the television, whatever nic cage movie they had been watching was forgotten as they talked quietly to each other.

it was nights like these that felt holy to logan. sacred. like they were the only two people in the world awake right now. his right leg pressed into wade’s left thigh, and the point of contact felt like deliverance.

when logan pushed himself a few more inches forward, his lips just a breath away from wade’s, he saw wade’s mouth pull into a soft smile. when their mouths met, it felt like a baptism. he felt saved.

the two men (though logan felt the word man devalued what wade was to him) folded into one another before wade started leaning backwards, pulling logan down with him. their noses banged into each other with the movement and the two pulled apart to laugh quietly together. logan couldn’t school his smile into anything other than what it was: pure joy. wade’s eyes shone with affection, and the wolverine felt his smile widen further at the sight.

he hid his face in the other man’s neck, nuzzling into his skin, allowing himself to be swallowed in his scent. this was salvation, here on the living room floor of their shitty apartment in the middle of the night. if this was eternity, logan understood why people dedicated their lives to their religions - he would do anything to keep this forever.

and the best part of it all was that he could keep it forever. dripping in wade’s favor, this was his heaven.

i don’t believe in god, but i believe that you’re my savior.

the honda odyssey, huh?