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Hey welcome to my blog
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My name is Motasem from Gaza 🇵🇸🍉,
a father to a small child who asks nothing from this world except the most basic needs for his family—milk for my baby and safety.🥺
Today, I am unemployed, living a harsh reality after our homes were destroyed and we were stripped of the simplest necessities of life.
My child urgently needs baby milk and diapers, and I am unable to provide them amid extreme prices, siege, and destruction.
Gaza can no longer endure this suffering, and its children are paying the heaviest price.
Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference in the life of an innocent child.
From a heart weighed down with pain, I reach out my hand to you… hoping that compassion can still find its way to us.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #722 )✅️
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My name is Motasem from Gaza 🇵🇸🍉,
a father to a small child who asks nothing from this world except the most basic needs for his family—milk for my baby and safety.🥺
Today, I am unemployed, living a harsh reality after our homes were destroyed and we were stripped of the simplest necessities of life.
My child urgently needs baby milk and diapers, and I am unable to provide them amid extreme prices, siege, and destruction.
Gaza can no longer endure this suffering, and its children are paying the heaviest price.
Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference in the life of an innocent child.
From a heart weighed down with pain, I reach out my hand to you… hoping that compassion can still find its way to us.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #722 )✅️
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To everyone reading this on Tumblr,
The war is ongoing with no end in sight, and we are being drained more with each passing day. It has been more than 10 days without a single donation — 10 days of helplessness, fear, and waiting.
Your donations are not extra support; they are what prevents hunger, provides medicine, and keeps us alive. Without them, we are collapsing in silence.
Please don’t scroll past this as if it’s just another post. Behind these words is a real family being crushed under the weight of war.
Your donation is not a secondary choice… It is the difference between holding on and breaking completely.
And if you cannot donate, sharing this could save us. Please don’t leave us alone in this darkness. 💔
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To everyone reading this on Tumblr,
The war is ongoing with no end in sight, and we are being drained more with each passing day. It has been more than 10 days without a single donation — 10 days of helplessness, fear, and waiting.
Your donations are not extra support; they are what prevents hunger, provides medicine, and keeps us alive. Without them, we are collapsing in silence.
Please don’t scroll past this as if it’s just another post. Behind these words is a real family being crushed under the weight of war.
Your donation is not a secondary choice… It is the difference between holding on and breaking completely.
And if you cannot donate, sharing this could save us. Please don’t leave us alone in this darkness. 💔
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in the situation that dennis is still living on the eighth floor since trinity never found him- it's been many more months, he still has no money, almost no food, and the eighth floor has no heating. it's winter and he's freezing, tired, and hungry- starving.
one morning he's more lightheaded than usual and trying to make his way down the stairs to start his shift and he just. drops. he gets to the ground floor level but not into the waiting room, and his legs and body just give out. he collapses and passes out, spread on the floor like a little baby bird who hasnt managed to fly. he doesn't hit his head too badly, but he's deeply passed out.
he's starved and cold and his body physically can't keep going.
he ends up lying there for over an hour, his colleagues in the ER don't know where he is (he's never late) and he's not picking up his phone, and they're worried. this isn't normal. eventually a maintenance worker has to use the set of stairs that lead to the eighth floor, and dennis, still passed out, is discovered.
the news that dennis was found collapsed and unconscious on an unused staircase goes around the ER like wildfire- everyone knows in split seconds and robby insists on taking dennis' care into his hands.
robby is sweating as he orders everything for dennis- he needs an IV, he needs oxygen since his breathing has become worryingly shallow, he needs a CT arranged for his head, he needs, he needs- robby puts his head in his hands.
seeing dennis' little body, pale skin, bones protruding at his hips and ribcage, struggling to breathe until they gave him a cannula (and when they got his blood pannel back, knowing he was officially severely malnourished) made him sick to the stomach.
he'd long admitted to himself his feelings for the intern, but was ashamed and disgusted at himself for missing that dennis was fading away so clearly.
what dennis needed in the long run, more than ivs, or oxygen, or a ct, was some goddamn love and care. someone to hold him. someone to feed him. someone to put him into a warm, real bed and keep him safe.
and robby knew that physically dennis would be okay, once they got him fluids, and constant food, and a place to stay that wasn't squatting illegally in the same hospital he worked in. but mentally? dennis was going to need a whole lot of love. and robby felt that he'd already failed the intern, failed him to an almost deadly level.
he vows to himself not to leave dennis' side, and ends up calling Jack and shen in early because now he's committed himself to the chair by dennis' bedside, he's going to be no use as an attending this shift. or any shift until dennis is no longer malnourished.
Dana jokes that if dennis is the bloodhound of the ER, the robby is the guard dog with the way he wont take his eye off of dennis or his vitals. the joke falls flat, though, Dana too being visibly shaken by the state of the young man.
for now robby just focuses on dennis. he brushes his dark blonde curls off of his forehead, adjusts his nasal cannula, monitors his heart rate on the screen, and knows full well that when dennis is let out of here, there's a fully stocked spare room in his house for him.
(you know. for a while. until hopefully dennis and robby get their shit together. and suddenly the spare room wont be necessary anymore.)
he strokes the knuckles on one of dennis' hands and almost leans down to press a kiss to them before he realises that's definitely crossing a line. they aren't together. (yet.) but there's a decades old hearty soup recipe engraved in robby's brain that's going to be fed to dennis by the bowl as soon as possible.
(dennis, though he doesn't know it yet, will not be allowed to feed himself. he's going to be told, with no room for argument, that he's to sit back and let robby take care of him, and apparently that means letting your boss turned almost boyfriend- dennis is too scared to ask- feed you his bubbe's soup while tucked up in a blanket nest on his sofa.)
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I am a friend of Abdul Rahman and his family, and I am writing this appeal because what they are going through is beyond unbearable. Abdul Rahman's mother has liver cancer, one of the most dangerous types of cancer. Her condition is very serious, and she needs urgent treatment without any delay. 11,164 euros have been raised out of a goal of 30,000 euros, and time is running out before the Rafah crossing opens so they can travel for treatment. Please, don't leave them alone… Every donation or share could save a mother's life. Your compassion today could change the fate of an entire family 💔
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I am a friend of Abdul Rahman and his family, and I am writing this appeal because what they are going through is beyond unbearable. Abdul Rahman's mother has liver cancer, one of the most dangerous types of cancer. Her condition is very serious, and she needs urgent treatment without any delay. 11,164 euros have been raised out of a goal of 30,000 euros, and time is running out before the Rafah crossing opens so they can travel for treatment. Please, don't leave them alone… Every donation or share could save a mother's life. Your compassion today could change the fate of an entire family 💔
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To everyone reading this on Tumblr,
The war is ongoing with no end in sight, and we are being drained more with each passing day. It has been more than 10 days without a single donation — 10 days of helplessness, fear, and waiting.
Your donations are not extra support; they are what prevents hunger, provides medicine, and keeps us alive. Without them, we are collapsing in silence.
Please don’t scroll past this as if it’s just another post. Behind these words is a real family being crushed under the weight of war.
Your donation is not a secondary choice… It is the difference between holding on and breaking completely.
And if you cannot donate, sharing this could save us. Please don’t leave us alone in this darkness. 💔
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To everyone reading this on Tumblr,
The war is ongoing with no end in sight, and we are being drained more with each passing day. It has been more than 10 days without a single donation — 10 days of helplessness, fear, and waiting.
Your donations are not extra support; they are what prevents hunger, provides medicine, and keeps us alive. Without them, we are collapsing in silence.
Please don’t scroll past this as if it’s just another post. Behind these words is a real family being crushed under the weight of war.
Your donation is not a secondary choice… It is the difference between holding on and breaking completely.
And if you cannot donate, sharing this could save us. Please don’t leave us alone in this darkness. 💔
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Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.
Absolutely never.
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i just remembered the videos that are like "things ive put up my butt, me? nothing" and it cuts to somebody else
i just ljke. imagined soda doing this to darry and i genuinely dont wven know why
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Gaza is not okay. The bombing hasn’t stopped, and hunger comes before everything.
My family is like thousands of others: no electricity, no clean water, and no adequate medicine.
My mother needs a new heart device. My father survived a stroke and needs urgent treatment. My brother is injured. I’m fighting illness again.
We’re trying to survive that’s all. If you can’t donate, please reblog. 💳 Donate here ➡️ PayPal ✅ Verified fundraiser
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Gaza is not okay. The bombing hasn’t stopped, and hunger comes before everything.
My family is like thousands of others: no electricity, no clean water, and no adequate medicine.
My mother needs a new heart device. My father survived a stroke and needs urgent treatment. My brother is injured. I’m fighting illness again.
We’re trying to survive that’s all. If you can’t donate, please reblog. 💳 Donate here ➡️ PayPal ✅ Verified fundraiser
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the epilogue siblings