My Dumb Aroace Self Seeing This: Aww, Aziraphale Is Doing A Magic Trick For Crowley! :3

I hope this message finds you well. I am Mahmoud, a 26-years old father from Gaza. My beloved wife gave birth to our first baby during the war, filling our hearts with joy and love. 🥰🥰 Yet, I am really concerned about the my kid's safety and future. I want him to live the life that I never had. 😔😔 That's why I have created a GFM campaign to evacuate Gaza and build a better future for my family elsewhere. I will be eternally grateful if you care to donate or share my story for other people to see. 🙏🙏

https://gogetfunding.com/help-mahmoud-and-his-family-2/

I really hope you and your family find a peaceful place to live soon! I can't donate, but I hope you get as many as you need! 💖

Sorry honey, I got bad news for you...

does anyone know where i can watch the new doctor who episodes? please god tell me not on disney +

PUFFINS, I THINK I BROKE IT

HELP WHAT DID I DO

I LITERALLY JUST WATCHED THE NEW DIRECT LIKE HALF AN HOUR AGO IT'S INCREDIBLE

THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED EVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

https://gofund.me/0aa4f932**"I am Musab Ahmed. I was severely injured in the war, and with the escalating situation in Gaza, we have been displaced from Rafah with no place to go. We are living in harsh conditions, and fear follows us every day.

Your donation of 25 euros or even sharing my story could be the difference between life and death for me and my family. ❤️"**

Link to the campaign:

✔️ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number on the list is (#520).

I'll reblog your post now, @helpaya. I really hope you're able to escape the fighting soon. Or, better yet, I hope it stops completely.

I really, really hope you and your daughter get out of this together, @sajagz! As a woman myself, I know how much girls and mothers (even though I myself do not have kids) go through, even without a war raging over their heads. Stay strong! 💖🫂

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Hi, aroace teenager here. Yes you can. 👍

I need to prove a point to my mom. Reblog if you can realize you’re asexual/aromantic in your teens.

Just watched one of the new DW episodes!

Puffins, I just watched Space Babies (new Doctor Who episode, loved it BTW!), and I'd just like to say this. Russel T. Davies, how in the universe did you make a Doctor Who episode so GODDAMN CUTE?! 😭 Like I went into this thinking that the babies were going to be secretly evil or something, but nope! Just the Doctor and Ruby being cute with some space babies while a big scary monster in the basement hunts them down!

Hello everyone! Snugglepuff here! Sooo, I was reading this Doctor Who book I have and I came across this on the page about the Weeping Angels.

"Can they fly?" Honey, I don't know and I don't want to be the poor soul who finds out, but just the idea that THAT thing could POTENTIALLY have the ability to fly is absolutely terrifying.

I hope you and your daughter find somewhere peaceful and safe to live soon, @sajagz! 💖

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude