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Save Mohmmed !

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment. I am in desperate need of your help. My son’s life is hanging by a thread, and he may not survive without urgent medical treatment This was after he was shot by an Israeli drone He was critically injured in his feet. Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him – either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

Donate now:👇👇

gofundme.com

paypal.com

‎‏Thank you for your compassion and support during this critical time.

#free_palestine 🍉🇵🇸

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;; Donate to all the gofundmes and stuff that I answer if you can, do be suspicious and such, but regardless, it’s always good and worthy to help someone else, I would donate money if I could but all I can do is spread awareness and support,

Free Palestine.

From the Rivers to the Sea.

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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

What This Means to Us:

Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️

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Hello Everyone, I am Mosab Suleiman Al Derawi, 28 years old, my wife Nadine Adel A… Mosab Derawi needs your support for Help me saving who's

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Part 4 of “ You’re My Stripes ” is currently in the works, and this time it’s gonna be a 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 141 x M!Reader, like all four(4) of them and the M!Reader. It’s also gonna be a 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 slutty chapter since it’s gonna have all four individually and then all of them at the last bit.

𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘰-𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘻𝘺.

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 

im not a pissbaby

Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.

It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.

❝ 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓼 ❞

141 X M!Reader

Main members of 141 x American M!Reader.

NSFW; Suggestive Interactions between 141 and M!

Reader, nudity segments, male on male intercourse.

Goofy ass Gaz and Soap in this Imao - will also be ongoing, maybe.)

Y - You

SR/Gh - Simon Riley/Ghost.

JM/S - John MacTavish/Soap.

JP/Cpt. P - John Price/Captain Price.

KG/Ga - Kyle Garrick/Gaz

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It was around sunset the next day after the foursome between Price, Ghost, Soap, and you. You were in Ghost’s room, patting his back as he was processing what happened yesterday as he was slowly going from his persona Ghost to the actual being, Simon Riley. You were humming as he just repeatedly kept saying sorry to you as he kept processing the sex and trying to keep himself from either hyperventilating or spiraling into his own mind, you just kept humming along and rubbing his back, being a kind of anchor for him at the moment. You knew of “Simon Riley” through some of Ghost’s conversations when you just happened to be nearby in passing before now, but you didn’t exactly know “Simon Riley”, can’t put a face or main characteristics to such a being. You kept humming, helping the now “Simon Riley” as he was going through a, as you call it, smaller and smaller bubble. You never heard it called “Derealization”, so you call it the smaller and smaller bubble because that’s as close to what it would seem like in your eyes.

You kept rubbing Simon Riley’s back, cooing to him with sweet words and a melancholy smile, just helping him through his trauma processing. He turned his face towards you, you finally got to see him, the Simon Riley that Ghost would always talk about, the facial expression a soft grimace and frown with the scars softly relaxing instead of being taut and flexed like they usually are with Ghost. You looked into the man’s eyes, looking at that little spark of a life within them. That melancholic smile still on your face as you embrace the soft man, his arms gently wrapped around you as his face was lifted up to stare into yours. Your hands rest on his cheeks, you resting your forehead against his, showing that he can be comfortable and gentle with himself around you.

You watched as the spark of life left his eyes, that look of a cog in the machine filling his gaze. Ghost coming back with him rubbing your back this time, he then pressed your backside into the bed as he took over, that immorality that’s mixed with a ‘get the job done’ look clouding his eyes as he begins kissing your neck, slowly moving down until his kisses get to the top of your waist, his hands quickly working on your belt before he continued kissing a trail down your body, his mouth and hand soon on your erecting penis, him kissing it while he strokes it. His eyes staring into yours before he shoves himself fully down on your dick, his eyes still on your face, your eyes closed while your mouth is agape, moans escaping you like a whiny dog as he deep throats your penis. Your hands on the back of his head, your pinky fingers rubbing his ears because of how far you had spread your fingers so that Ghost can deep throat you faster.

Ghost’s callous and scarred hands rubs your body, mostly going up and down on your lower stomach, under your bellybutton before rubbing up and down following your hair trail that starts at the top of your pecs and ends in a large spread once it reaches your waistline, it being around the length of the top of where your crotch hair starts, which isn’t large of a space but still a lot compared to your nearly hairless body, you scored on the genetic lottery on being able to not have much hair but it does suck since you get so cold much faster without the usual thick gear of military equipment. You pull Ghost off your cock, pulling him up roughly with him putting his lips to yours as you adjust his cock, having him slam himself into you. You moaned out, with Ghost taking the moment by shoving his tongue into yours, making out with tongue as he fucks you. His hand vigorously fapping you off while his other hand grips your asscheek harshly, repeatedly slapping, squeezing, and rubbing your asscheek as he just rails your rectum with his girth-y inches of penis.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck and he held your legs as he got up and pressed you against a wall, fucking you harshly but also sexually fueled with how he slams into you but slowly and lustfully pulls most of himself out of you before he’s fully right back in you, balls deep inside your anus while he gently bites your bottom lip and continues to have his lips against yours, having a make out session as he just pounds into you. Once it had been a couple of hours of just lustful and harsh sex, your body convulsed as you let out moans while your sperm or cum shot out, coating Ghost’s pecs and abs with a little shooting far enough that it lands on his face. Your face went red as he licked your cum off his cheek and used his finger to get your sperm off his eye which he then sucked off his finger, him pulling you down by a grab to your neck, his lips going against yours as he makes out with you again before pulling the cover over you and him. Both of you still naked under the cover with his dick staying in you, and whenever you tried to grab your clothes, he’d smack your hand, whenever you’d try to pull his cock out, he’d push you back down on it with him pushing your face into his pecs, and whenever you try to get up in general, he’d just pull you back down and flip both of you around, with him then being on top and you on bottom to where you couldn’t escape the other naked man. His hips pressed hard up against yours as he now keeps you under him, both of you slowly going to sleep with him ever so often moving and with all that work up, as soon as you’re close enough to fading into sleep, you feel his sperm filling you up, your body shaking a little bit as he moves to respond to Ghost’s near sleep ejaculation. And eventually both of you are just a sleeping and snoring mess, mainly just you though since Ghost is a not so much sound maker in his sleep unlike you.

it's always "i don't judge !!" until a person is a therian or just nonhuman in general, their religion is something they don't agree with or don't see as a "real or valid" religion [like satanism or autotheism], they identify with xenogenders and use "weird" pronouns, they have a "cringy" style like emo, scene, goth, or harajuku fashion, they're disabled, they act childish and age regresses, they have extreme intrusive thoughts, they have "odd" interests, they don't have proper hygiene because of poor mental health, their identity "doesn't make any sense", they're "too fat" or "too skinny", or they're just "not attractive". stop cherry picking, you can't claim "you don't judge" when you can't accept these people. be better.

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Dear Kind Soul,

As we welcome the New Year 2025, my heart is heavy with a simple wish—not for celebration, but for survival and safety for my family. While many look forward to new beginnings, we are still trapped in the aftermath of a war that has stolen everything from us—our home, our security, and our hope.

I’m Ghazi Al Amoudi, and this New Year, my only resolution is to keep my family alive. Each day, we face unimaginable challenges: battling freezing temperatures, struggling to find clean water, and living on unstable, muddy ground that makes even standing a struggle.

But you have the power to change this. A small contribution from you could mean the difference between hunger and a meal, cold and warmth, despair and hope.

🌟 Start 2025 with an act of compassion: Donate Here

We’ve raised €3,842 of our €70,000 goal, and every donation brings us closer to escaping this nightmare. As you make your resolutions and celebrate with loved ones, please pause to think of families like ours—hoping not for presents, but for the chance to survive and build a better future.

Your kindness could be the light that guides us through this darkness. Together, let’s make 2025 a year of hope and change.

Thank you for being the hope we cling to.

Almost 6% of my long-term goal Reached

€3,862 out of €70,000

Donations are protected by GOFUNDME

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