I Am Moataz From Gaza, Married And Have 3 Children. We Live Under War And Destruction. I Lost My Home

I am Moataz from Gaza, married and have 3 children. We live under war and destruction. I lost my home and now we live in tents where the situation is very difficult. My children cannot bear the intense heat in addition to the spread of diseases and insects. I want to save the lives of my family and escape death. I hope you will help by donating and sharing my page.

https://gofund.me/af3b5cb0

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My prayers go out to you and your family.

Ĥello

I am mai from Gaza.. 🇵🇸🍉

I hope you are well .

I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them.

Please, can you reblog my campaign post on my account? Every participation can make a difference in my family's life.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🇵🇸🇵🇸

The campaign was documented by @90-ghost

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I pray that you and your family will be safe.

when the wifi says "connected without internet" how about i fucking kill you

Hello

I hope my message finds you well

I would really appreciate it if you could help me by donating to save me and my family from the dangers of war and death in Gaza and escape to a safe place

Please share, repost or donate to my family 🙏

https://gofund.me/b60fb34d

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I pray for you and your family's safety, best wishes.

Callie: I didn't do anything wrong!

Alberu, pointing at corpse: You killed a man.

Callie: He's a wife-beater and he tried to kidnap one of my maids.

Alberu: I know you had your reasons, I understand, but there are consequences for your actions and unfortunately, the law is more focused on the fact you killed someone unprovoked.

Callie: I am Just A Girl.

Alberu, sighing: Fine, I'll handle it.

OG! Cale is at a nobles banquet and there are some important guests attending so causing trouble could cause a big incident that wouldn't affect only his reputation.

So, he's on his best trashy behavior. Meaning, he's quietly drinking in the corner, minding his own business and glaring at anyone who comes near him.

Well, one down on their luck artist saw him when he thought no one was looking. This can be anyone, an oc, an AU version of an existing character, whatever. All you need to know is that they have a parlour in the place the banquet is held which they use as a studio or painting place.

His elegant motions, his expression smoothing to a tired sort of blankness that caused his eyes to droop, his long lashes casting faint shadows on his cheekbones. His lips, shapely and rosy, glossy from the near constant drinking and how his tongue swiped over them to catch every last drop of wine. Pale skin flushed and his blood-red hair artfully framing his face, the dim lighting of the corner he occupied making him appear isolated in the crowded ballroom.

Basically, he looks out of this world and this artist has just found their new muse.

So, they ignore his prickly attitude and ask if they can paint him. Cale is confused but he chalks it up to this person not knowing who he is and thinking he's pretty, which he is. He wants to scare them off but the ballroom has quietened a bit due to the music slowing down and really, they have done nothing wrong and he decides, just this once, he can have this.

Cale says yes, and the artist, excited, immediately drags him away to their studio room. He shrugs and goes with the flow.

During the sketching part, Cale takes off his coat and loosens up the laces on his neck because he's feeling warm. Artist-nim is thrilled and flustered and even more amused. So, they make him pose on the couch like this:

Except his legs are on the floor, his gaze is to the side and his hand is propping up his chin. Cale is a bit tired and he drank enough to be a little buzzed, his expression is soft and he zones out.

Everything goes well, they paint him beautifully and amazingly, he likes it enough to offer them a few gold coins which they try to refuse but he insists so they relent and take the money from their muse.

Cale doesn't think much of it, it was the only fun he had at that banquent.

A few weeks later, the Artist is showing off their work at an exhibit and they display the painting of Cale as their magnum opus.

People recognize Cale but they're shocked and amazed because one the painting is stunningly beautifully and because of how Cale looks. He appears relaxed, his expression dreamy, almost dazed, his cheeks rosy with that drunken flush and shapely lips parted ever so slightly. His throat and collarbones are bared in an unintentionally sensual manner.

Long story short, the painting goes internationally viral, Cale becomes a target for artists everywhere and the Henituse are being bombarded for their son's hand in marriage.

The Artist who painted is hella rich and hella smug.