Hello Dears ! I Am Asking You To Support My Campaign To Help Me To Reach My Goal. I Am Now In Bad Need

Hello dears ! I am asking you to support my campaign to help me to reach my goal. I am now in bad need to your support to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place either on the level of livelihood or on the level of souls. I need your monetary support to ensble me to get the basic needs for my family till Rafah crossing point reopens to move my family to safety and peace.Pleasd help a family be alive through your small donations or througn your shares to others.Thank you so much for your stand beside people in need .

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Cared love

i know the name might not make sense, but please let others take care of you the same way you take care of others. maybe you're an eldest sibling, or someone with younger siblings, or you're taking care of someone – you can be cared for, it's not shameful. you are lovable it is so worth being loved, i promise you that. i'm an eldest sibling myself. please take care of yourself. i love you.

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Hello there, 👋

I am Tamer Aldeeb, a dentist from Gaza.

We have suffered greatly from fear, displacement, and the destruction of our home and my clinic, and everything we literally own...

We want to save ourselves from what seems like an inevitable death.

I hope you can take a look at my campaign on the pinned post on my profile ,and help us by donating or sharing our campaign to reach the largest number of supporters.🌹🌹

Our campaign is verified by @90-ghost , @ibtisams , @el-shab-hussein , @nabulsi and @fairuzfan 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Thanks a lot in advance ❤️❤️❤️

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BRUISES AND BANDAGES

( Mark Grayson x reader || you don't know he's Invincible- but you patch him up anyway )

"I never knew you could be so nice." Mark comments as you patch up his hands, watching as you intricately tie little bows on the joints of his fingers. "I'm not that nice." You say, trying to downplay his praise as you tug the gauze on his pinky, looking up at him as you sit on your living room floor.

That stupid smile on his face made your heart flutter. Even with all those bruises on his face, he still looked pretty.

"I'm just looking out for you. Next time, try to actually look where you're walking." You try to lecture him. You try to sound mad that he got himself hurt, but you simply couldn't. To Mark, your words came off as endearing. Even when you tried to deny it.

"Do you have any of those Pochacco bandages?" He asks, smiling down at you despite his injuries. "You want to waste my good bandaids, Grayson? You're spoiled." You say back, clearly not meaning your words. Mark knew that. You knew that. You both knew that.

You get up from the floor of your living room carpet, dusting off your sweatpants. "Stay here. Don't even think about moving an inch, you hear me?"

"I won't, I won't." He reassures, putting his bandaged-up hands up in the air as he rests up against the couch.

You cared for Mark.

And it showed with the little bows you tied on his fingers while he rested his sore back on your living room couch, it showed through when you hurried him inside without a second thought.

"You better not." You shoot him a glance before you slip your house slippers back on, making your way into the bathroom to rummage around in your medicine cabinet for said bandages.

Mark's eyes wander around the decor in your living room. Sure, he's seen it all before but he didn't know where else to look besides directly at you. "Stay still." you steady his face by tapping the side of his jaw gently, making him face you. "You gotta stay still or else this bandaid's gonna go on wonky." Mark quietly studies your features as you cover his cuts with dog-themed bandages you had to restock weekly because of him.

Awkwardly, he says a small "sorry" in your direction, eyes flitting from your face to your hands. "It's fine, Mark. You're gonna make me go broke one day, but it's fine." you pat his shoulder, signaling that you were done with your handiwork.

Not having anywhere else to be besides home, he slides on the house slippers you gave him.

He studies his own face in the mirror near the door, tilting his head from side to side to see just exactly where you put those 'good' bandages of yours.

As he checks his face for damage he sees you in the corner of his eye. "You still look pretty, don't worry." you reassure him, leaning your head on his shoulder. Mark smiles to himself, covering his smile with his hand as he traces over the bandages you put on his cheek.

DON'T GO ON HAMAS.//////COM

I recently saw tweets about this website called Hamas .com.

It is a site made by Israel to steal your information.

Its just another way that Israel will harm Palestinians by making a fake website to confuse advocates

PLEASE GO TO ARAB.ORG INSTEAD FOR DAILY CLICKS

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(Non) Heart-Shaped Sunglasses

( Billy Butcher x reader || helping you out by letting you borrow his sunglasses )

You quint as you walk beside Butcher, struggling a bit to keep up with how fast he was going.

Sure, you both knew you had places to be, but did he even consider the fact that you were supposed to get to the safe house together?

"Jesus fuckin' Christ it should be illegal to wax a car that damn bright." You say in obvious disdain, shielding your eyes from the brightness reflecting off of the hood of the car.

Butcher notices your disdain. The way you were cussing out the poor owner of the parked Miata makes him snort a bit. Just enough to make you look over in his direction.

Seeing the way you squinted to look at him made him feel slightly bad for laughing. He stares back at you with his sunglasses on.

Butcher stops in his tracks, just long enough for you to catch up.

"Ye look like an absolute wuss. Here." Butcher takes his sunglasses off, handing them out to you.

To your surprise, there's a slight softness in his eyes. Butcher, of all people, seemed to care about you.

You look down at his sunglasses, then back up at his face. His eyes narrow, as if he knew you were catching onto him letting down his guard.

Before you could say a thing, he cuts you off. "We ain't got all day for ye t'doll up. C'mon. Get on yer feet." He shoves his sunglasses into your hand, turning around to presume walking.

You quickly get back onto your feet, clumsily putting the sunglasses he handed to you on. You didn't have time to look in a mirror

As you enter the large crowd of people on the street, Butcher looks behind his shoulder, patiently waiting for you to catch up. Seeing the way his sunglasses fit on your face made him smile as he turned around again.