I AM THE DUCK

The only thing I have left is my children

After losing everything and the people dearest to me, I didn't know what to do but think about saving my children's lives and getting them out of the war zone. Providing them with the simplest necessities of life. Please donate or share the link.

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Donate to Support Amal's Family in War-Torn Gaza Escape to Egypt, organized by Brooke Cole

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Magdy is a very diligent student. His life was regular and routine. Since the morning he was preparing to go to school with all his love and passion for studying and meeting his friends. He would come back from school, change his clothes, eat lunch, and rest a little. Then he starts writing his homework and reading his lessons, then he plays a little with his brothers, then he sits with his father in the evening. But his father has now been away from him since before the war, and he misses him very much. Majid has a cat that he loves very much and is very attached to. But the war turned his life upside down

Walid, 8 years old. He loves football very much and loves Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi. A year of his life has passed, and another year may pass due to the war. Walid hopes to return to his life, see his friends, and return to playing football and watching football matches. Please support Walid to return to his normal life.

Abdul Rahim is 7 years old. He loves drawing, coloring, and all kinds of arts. He always finds room in paintings to show his talent, and he also loves mathematical problems. He is a diligent and diligent student in school and a top student, but he has been out of school for a long time and no longer has any colors or sketchbook. He sees children dying around him every day, and he's so afraid he'll be next.

My daughter Amal, this little girl who turned one year old two months ago, this little girl who did not see her father because he traveled when she was forty days old, the little girl who did not live her childhood like other children in the world. In the world, Amal is always exposed to diseases due to immune deficiency and because of food and water contamination. Amal misses her father every day and grows up without seeing her father, all because of this war.

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Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive🥹🍉

Hello, I am Asmaa - a young soul with a heart full of flexibility and a spirit that does not back down in the face of challenges.🙏🙏🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉

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Donate to Help Asmaa to continue school outside of gaza, organized by Asmaa Majed

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Suffering in obtaining food and how to prepare food in light of the lack of the most basic necessities of life🙏🙏😭😭🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉

The suffering of displacement and living in tents after the destruction of the house, my father losing his job, and the difficulty of life in tents, as if living in a heat oven.😭😭🙏🙏🍉🍉

Destroying all features of life in Gaza and destroying the university is a loss of passion in achieving my dream😭😭🙏🙏🍉🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸

I ask you to help donate, spread the campaign link, and support the page in order to identify life’s difficulties and provide the simplest things of daily life, such as eating and drinking

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My Star Trek friends, reblog with your favourite most ‘out of context’ Star Trek image

I’ll start:

[wip] queen wasp

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Let the boops commence

You should turn it back on and set a 5 minute timer and see how many boops you get in those 5 minutes

Interesting, I like how you think. Timer starts now.

Put an egg in your ramen. Put scallions in your ramen. Put chili oil in your ramen. Put kewpie Mayo in your ramen. But nori in your ramen. Put tofu in your ramen. Put miso paste in your ramen. Put mushrooms in your ramen.

Weird (creepypasta only) headcanon but I feel like the mansion changes based on who lives there and their needs. It’s ever growing, changing, and it never quite looks the same. I feel like the mansion would kind of be an extension of slenderman in a way, and maybe even a living entity itself. Of course I’m draw to a kind of ‘House of Leaves’ like concept, but I also feel like it might be reminiscent of the house in What Remains of Edith Finch, or even the Winchester House. Abandoned rooms of long forgotten proxies locked away, their history only to be left to the imagination. Hallways that seem to go on forever, progressively getting more decrepit and dated as you head deeper into the bowels of the house. The victorian architecture remains characteristic throughout the building, but certain areas seem to change in style slightly. The stain on the woodwork suddenly changes tint. The ornate details on the mantle and plethora of twisting staircases seem to change artists every so often. And every carving, painting, or sculpture of a person seems ever so slightly off. If you were to bring a piece of art with the portrait of a loved one, their face would morph so slowly over time to resemble someone else that you may never even notice. The man in that photo isn’t your friend, he never even existed in the first place.

TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS EVE!!!

The hyperfixation demons are fixating

THERE IS DUST EVERYWHERE AND I AM DYING

I honestly love vacuuming because like noice canceling headphones blasting music and nice repetitive motions? Yes. The best combination to torment the little people in my brain.