Hello My Dearest Friends,
Hello My dearest friends,🌟
My name is Mahmoud Jihad, from Gaza. My home, my university, everything has been destroyed. I now live in a flimsy tent with my family after losing everything. I was studying Information Technology while caring for my family, and now we have nothing. 😔
We are living amidst indescribable destruction and desperately need your help to survive. 😭 Even a small donation can make a huge difference. Every contribution is a spark of hope in the darkness of this war. ✨
My campaign is verified by: @beesandwatermelons ✅ #190 and @gazavetters ✅ #63.
My GoFundMe link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Let's rebuild our lives together. 🙏❤️
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Hello dears! 🇵🇸🍉🙏I am asking you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. I am in dire need of your support now to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place both in terms of living and lives. The family consists of 20 members, most of them are young children. I need your financial support to enable me to get the basic needs for my family until the Rafah crossing is😭 reopened to transport my family to safety and peace. Please help a family stay alive through your small donations or through your shares to others. Thank you very much for standing by those in need. My campaign 90-ghoset has been documented🍉🙏⬇️🍓
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it ain’t gonna be professional when I WALK in the ROOM. ‼️‼️ We turning this shit up
blue-collar!141 x reader
when you managed to get the number to their service from a friend, you didn't expect too much. just 4 men, an ordinary team. and you needed someone to repair the damages to your house, the entire thing needing to be constructed from the start
it's only when they arrived, your friend had failed to mention just how big and broad they were. like walking tanks, their presence demanding attention as you explained while they listened intently. catching a few of their eyes flickering to your lips and then back up as you tried to maintain your composure. they were 100% your type and you desperately wished you had met any under different circumstances but this had to be professional. any other thoughts had to be shut down immediately
soap and ghost work in sleeveless vests, price had his shirt off. you know how it gets, the england sun (no matter how rare) was too hot for him to work in and gaz with his top unbuttoned, showing off his chest. yeah it might've been a little unprofessional but the job was still getting done, did it matter so much?
a pretty thing like you didn't need to offer them anything but they were so grateful for it either way. and they were very professional at first, purely focusing on the task at hand. but slowly when you started to offer them drinks and snacks, letting them wash off the dust and grime off of their bulging muscles, the lines were a little blurred
it was taking weeks, some parts of you wondered if they were doing it purposely. needing four hands for a one man job but you grew to become fond of their company, becoming acquainted to friends.
"s'too dusty f'you to be here, hen" soap's drawl fills your ears as you hold a tray of iced drinks and some food. they were big men, they needed bigger portions of food to eat. you watched them pause on their equipment, watching as johnny leans in to give a side hug. his musk permeated the air but funnily enough you don't mind, not a bit. it makes you hang on a little closer subconsciously and a soft sound from him emanated, his hands squeezing your waist a little before he reached for a drink.
"yeah, don't want you to start sneezing here sweetheart" gaz smiles softly, the back of his finger gently smoothing your cheek for a moment before he holds the tray off from you. dirt marks stain his cheekbones, dust clinging to his skin but you don't think he could look any better, under the sun and sweating. it's hard to take your eyes off the men as you offer a soft laugh, mumbling a response as you avert your eyes. hoping they don't see how flush you look
"y'mind checking on ghost for us, pretty?" price whispers too close to your ear, his hand coming to touch your shoulder. you can feel the warmth coming from his palm, from working or the sun you're not too sure but it makes you feel weak. his lips curved into a gentle smile, looking at you with amusement flickering in his eyes. the little crinkle you've grown to admire everytime as you tried to compose yourself. maybe the sun was doing you more damage than you thought
"of course" your answer came next, blowing out a soft breath when you turned. feeling the gentle touch of his hand against the small of your back, fingers softly stroking the skin for a second but it was nothing, it had to have been nothing
you entered your home, coming up the stairs. about to knock until the bathroom door unlocks and opens. and there, ghost stood in all his glory. the towel hangs dangerously low on his hips, exposing the v line you desperately wanted to touch. you can barely catch your breath, feeling overwhelmed from the sun and their presence. watching his muscles shining with water drops, the steam rising from his skin. the tattoos shining along with the scars he had littered on his skin
"y'lookin' f'me, doll?" his deep baritone voice caresses your senses and your throat dries up for a second, unable to speak. just wanting to appreciate him and his body. his hand squeezes your shoulder so softly, his body pressed against yours for a moment too long. you can feel his palm trail across your waist, his scent sparking heat straight to your core. without all the dust on his face, without the black mask he wore, you get to see all his features and it makes you shiver at how gorgeous he seemed to look. his gaze is much more intimate and he only offers you a half smile, eyes glinting before he straightened up and headed to the other room to change. not before skimming his lips across your forehead, your body tense wanting to follow him to get out of your clothes and feel what you've been aching for all this time
but it was all professional, it had to have been. right?
hi sorry i have a question. how do you become a person. how do you develop the will to be a person. i have sadly proven unkillable
you have to be sincere. you have to stop being sad that you haven't been killed and take up the burden of loving yourself and taking care of yourself. and when I say love yourself I mean pretend you are an angel sent down by God for the purpose of loving and healing one specific person, yourself. and when I say take care of yourself I mean pretend you are an alien zookeeper and your only job is to look after a single human being in the Earth enclosure, you. after a few years of practicing this, you will develop the ability to like yourself and enjoy your own company, and you'll know enough about yourself to take it from there. I'm ordering you to do this, whether you have the "will" to do it or not, out of pure self-interest, because five years from now it will have made you good company and I prefer the human world to be populated with good companions. little lanterns against the inhospitable night of the age of Iron.
Hello dear .. Please do not ignore our suffering
My name is Salman Helles from the afflicted and massively destroyed Gaza Strip..
My family consists of many children, women and elderly people and we are suffering from horrific tragic conditions .. Our house was bombed in the northern Gaza Strip and we were displaced to the southern Gaza Strip to Deir al-Balah and the family was scattered in tents and shelters in Deir al-Balah .. The conditions are extremely tragic where children suffer from the spread of diseases among them and the elderly and women in my family suffer from miserable conditions ..
There is no water, food or electricity in the Gaza Strip and the treatment is getting worse day after day ..
For more than 330 days we have been oppressed and wronged in the Gaza Strip and we are exposed to violent barbaric bombing ..
We would never ask for help and donations but the miserable conditions in the Gaza Strip forced us to do so ..
I appeal to the owners of human consciences and free people in this world to provide us with help ..
Your help, no matter how small, means a lot to us because it contributes to saving us and alleviating our suffering ..
Please donate to us or share my campaign On your blog and for your friends
I assure you that my campaign is completely legitimate
To all Palestine supporters 🇵🇸🚨
To the kind-hearted ❤️🇵🇸
We still need less than 720€ to reach our short-term goal of 26k€ ‼️
Your donations are important for our survival💔
Please help us reach our goal as soon as possible 🙏
We appreciate your help no matter what it is 💖🙏
❤🤍💚🖤
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