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please help spread this,Indonesians that are speaking up are actively being silenced.if you didn't know,Indonesians are protesting against their own government but instead of listening they decided to silence us by shutting down TikTok live in Indonesia since people are updating about the protest through there.Now the police are being told to harm the very same people they are supposed to protect. No one is safe. Recently,on 28th of August a 21 year old delivery driver named Affan Kurniawan was struck by a police vehicle not once but TWICE.the police vehicle stopped for a moment and ran him over again,what baffles me the most is that they said it was an "accident".there was also a video where one of the polices in the car was caught saying " Tabrak aja"(just hit them).people said that multiple people were also struck by the Police vehicle but I don't know if its true or not.recently in Jakarta mass shootings are actively happening,there were teenagers that got hit and died some weren't even joining in the protest.the police are also attacking the medical teams and journalists even though there's a rule to never harm or attack them.all of this isnt entirely the polices fault,it's mostly the politicians that ordered them to do it.it was also said that some of the d3ad bodies were even thrown into the lake.
Please pray for us and help spread this.
Like I said,Indonesians are actively being silenced about this situation.they are even planning to cut off the internet and electricity so whenever you try to record what's going on you will hardly be able to see anything.
i really want to start writing smau or drabbles…or anything about haikyu, well i really did a great job in my first language, but im still uncomfortable writing in eeeenglih
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Imarried Huda on June 22nd. I was very happy with her. I photograph humanitarian issues for the world. The war started and we were exposed to a deadly attack that we miraculously survived.
We became homeless, without food or drink. My wife was crying. I set up my tent for the first time after displacement on November 1st. We sought refuge with all the relief organizations, but no one helped me. We are now awaiting the birth of our first child after a long wait. Huda is pregnant... I tried to search for safety by any means, for me, my wife Huda, and our eagerly awaiting son, Malek! 😭
We were surprised by the new displacement and the terrifying sight of the bombing. We lost everything we owned for the second time, we took refuge in Rafah, I tried in every way to provide healthy food for my wife and our expectant child, but we were surprised for the third time by a major attack that made us leave without any food or shelter, Huda is eight months pregnant and we were displaced for the fifth time, this time is the worst, Huda and I stayed for five days sleeping on the burning sand of the sea. We did not taste food for five days, 💔
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we were forced to sell sweets to save and pay the price of the tent. The date of birth of our first child, Malek, came, while we were preparing our tent to receive him, the place next door was bombed. Huda saw the remains, she lost consciousness, Dr. Ghassan requested an emergency delivery, Malek, our first child, died, I cried bitterly, and she entered a state of blood poisoning. All I want from you is to help me to save my family and Huda and restore my hope in life, from now on you, my family, I want to reach my goal, any donation. Help me save my family, if you can't please I just want to cry💔🥹🙏
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Hello, my name is Ash, I'm fundraising for my friend Motaz. Motaz is a journalist living in Gaza who has frequently been displaced from hom
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Hello everyone,
We are the Anas family, a fam… ANAS MOHESEN needs your support for ANAS family from Gaza,Help Us Rebuild Wha
save family lost their home ,dreams and everything in Gaza 💔💔
This is my home before the war and after the war how it became💔💔💔
Before: After:
Before the war, we lived a simple but happy life in Gaza. Our home in Shujaiya wasn’t big or luxurious, but it was filled with peace, love, and comfort. We had our own land — a small garden where we planted vegetables, a roof where we sat on warm evenings drinking tea, laughing as a family. Our kids went to school every day with joy, dreaming about their future. We had work. We had neighbors we trusted. We had routines, family dinners, birthdays, laughter. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. It was full of meaning.
The bombing started, and we had to flee our home during the first week of the war. We left everything behind — not knowing it would be the last time we would see our home standing. We first went to Rimal, hoping to be safer. That’s where we heard the news: our home, the place we built with love and hard work, was destroyed. Flattened. Just like that — gone. Everything we owned, everything we saved for, was buried under rubble.
After that, we kept running. From Rimal to Al-Zawaida. Then to Rafah. We’ve been displaced four times. Each time we carry less with us, but more pain. We sleep on floors. Sometimes there’s no roof. Sometimes we stay in tents. The nights are cold, the days are burning hot. There is no electricity, no clean water, no toilets, no privacy. We wait hours just to get a piece of bread. We lost our jobs, our income. We lost our safety, our dignity. We live in fear every day — fear of the next bomb, the next loss.
We used to dream of the future. Now, we just dream of surviving the next day.
We are the Anas family — like many families in Gaza — ordinary people who only wanted peace, a safe home, and a chance to live in dignity. But the war has taken everything from us: our home, our land, our jobs, our dreams, our stability… even our sleep.
It’s hard to write this. It's hard to ask for help. But we are desperate.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Even a small donation could mean we sleep under a real roof again. Could help us buy medicine, food, or clean water. Could bring back a little dignity to our lives. If you cannot donate, please share this story. You might reach someone who can.
This isn’t just a story. This is our life. And we’re still living through it.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
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Please, we are in dire need of you and your support. If you cannot donate, you can share☹️❤️🥹
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how do you explain to someone normal that your favourite movie is about a closeted-homosexual all male friend group who are all from rich families and gain a collective father figure who makes them all love poetry and they form a cult and one of them really loves acting and he offs himself at the end, without sounding insane? asking for a friend
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I love this movie. It teaches us to be frontal with expression, to gain courage in emotion. Rare are there young men these days who actually have the space to be vulnerable with each other and to themselves without being shamed for it. This movie opened up my eyes about true, unpredecented brotherhood through art and literature — and it's something I'll never ever forget.
Summary: You were a transfer student from Ilvermorney, a whole new country, a whole new set of rules, and a whole new school. Luckily for you, you bumped into the sweetest boy to show you around.
Author's note: I love little nerdy boys!! I hate that people make the more shy awkward ones so confident like babies. Let's make the image a little realistic. Anyways, my first Neville one! Love love love. Please enjoy.
Much love, Saige
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This was honestly a nightmare. Changing schools in your 5th year was not ideal, but so wasn't your mom having to transfer to the European division of muggle management. Her work in the Americas was noteworthy and she was sought out by many higher officials. But she wanted to wait until you were older to feel more comfortable sending you to a new school. Begrudgingly you were a little excited about the prospect of having the opportunity of a first impression to so many new people. But would they care for the Americans?
Standing at the back of all the little first years, you wait to get sorted. They’re heads barely made it to your shoulders but you felt out of place; like a sore thumb towering over their little bodies. You could hear many students whispering about your presence and questioning who you were.
“I just have to get sorted then I can move on.” You thought to yourself. There was nothing you could do about being the center of attention for a night. Act like a first year and just get it over with. After ten agonizing minutes it was your turn. You took a seat and attempted to keep your eyes on the brim of the hat, not looking out into the crowd. The students hushed as the sorting hat spoke.
“Mmm they told me of an Ilvermorny student. One of the Pukwudgie houses. A house that values the heart eh?” The sorting hat echoed across the hall. You couldn't help but shut your eyes in embarrassment. You swore the hat could read your thoughts.
“Independent yes, determination yes,” It continues.
“Please just pick.” You whisper to the hat. The moment was going too long and you felt your hands become clammy.
“Mmm but a lack of patience..” It adds. You sigh and roll your eyes taking a moment to look out to the crowd. Hundreds of pairs of eyes met yours as you bounced around the four tables.
“You shall succeed in Gryffindor!” The room erupts into hollers of excitement and disappointment. As the hat was taken off your head, a wave of unexpected commencement started at the Gryfindor table. As you walked down you couldn't help but smile at all the students happily accepting you to their table. You looked around, slightly panicked as you realized there weren’t really any seats for you. A wolf whistle caught your attention directing you towards a mismatched group of kids. Two tall red head boys waved you over practically shoving the students next to them to make room for you. You walked over and the clapping came to a close as Professor Dumbledore made his way to the podium.
”thank you thank you” You whispered bowing dramatically to the group as you sat in the small open seat. You tried your best to get comfortable and turn towards the front of the hall. The boy in front of you scooted over to the best of his ability and smiled softly back at you.
“Welcome to gryffindor.” He whispered back at you. You smile at him in acknowledgment.
”My name's Neville.” He started, turning hand and stretching out his hand towards you. You grabbed before he continued - “your y/n of course. You getting sorted up there and everything. I remember my sorting. Scary stuff. I almost passed out but..” He mumbled slowing after a little bit. “Sorry. I ramble. But you did great.” He smiled awkwardly. You just giggled and shook his hand firmly.
“It’s okay. Haha im glad to be here.” You smile back at him. Maybe this won’t be too hard.
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After the professor spoke and welcomed all of the new students in, a beautiful feast appeared magically on the table. You enjoyed the company and conversation around the table, becoming more relaxed. You became enveloped in the group, unbelieving that amongst the students was Harry Potter, but most of your attention was on the boy next to you. You admired how he listened to everyone. You especially noticed how he refrained from speaking or caught himself when he got overtaken by someone else in the group. You found it endearing and sweet. You wished to hear him speak more but it seemed to be just how he was.
The table conceded to the night and broke off after the plates and dishes were cleared. You sat for a moment longer taking the moment to enjoy the great hall and the architecture. You cracked your head straight up and took in all the little details. You didn’t notice that Neville didn’t rise from his seat like the rest of the students.
“It's beautiful huh.” He said softly. You looked over at him, his head craned up like yours. You smiled looking back up.
”This place is gonna take years for me to look at everything.” You sighed dramatically. Neville cleared his throat, catching your attention. You looked over at him, his eyes darting slightly around the hall.
”I could show you some cool places! I know a few that some students who’ve been here 7 years have never seen.” He said, chuckling nervously. You turned to face him, your eyes wide.
“I’d love that.” You got up from the table quickly looking down at him.
“Let’s go!” You said taking a step out of the table. Neville looked at you not expecting you to be so eager.
“Oh. Okay! Let’s go!” He clumsily got out of the table. He looked at you for a good moment before realizing he was staring.
”sorry right.” He tucked his head down and walked in front of you to the entrance of the great hall. Once you reached the entrance you started walking next to him, keeping in time with his step.
Neville was enamored by you. He has met Americans before, but your accent was so smooth in comparison to the standard rough English accents of the countryside. He loved how you said things and listened to you intently during the entire dinner. It was undeniable that you were beautiful and even Ron kicked him under the table smiling and raising his eyes towards you. He wasn’t sure where he was taking you, honestly not expecting you to agree to come along.
“So. Where is your favorite place toooooooo-.” You walked, tapping your finger on your chin, “your favorite place to sit between classes.” You finish looking over at Neville. You could see the wheels turning in his head. It took him a moment before he turned quickly to the left.
“I know just the place. Come on.” His body was still a little rigid but his hands swung by his body loosely, more relaxed. You kept up quietly trying to take in the hallways and the moving paintings all around you. Your hand quickly raises and grabs his shoulder lightly.
“Wait i-“ you started noticing a painting of horses in a pasture. You felt Neville shoulder tense under your touch before softening and turning.
“Sorry, I just really want to look at this one.” You realize your abrupt stop startled him slightly but he smiled and joined you. You stood shoulder to shoulder looking at the painting. The hallway was silent, only the sounds of the people and animals in the paintings making noise.
The horses were coming closer to the frame, almost like you could reach out and touch them. But you were mistaken, they had wings.
”Pegasus.” Neville whispered. You looked at him for a second, focusing back on the animals. He was right.
“I’ve never seen one before. Well not like this anyway.” You cocked your head to the side admiring the work of the hills and grass moving and swishing as the pegasus ate.
“Me neither. I think this is beautiful though.” Neville said, taking small glances at you. You looked over catching his gaze.
“Yeah I agree.” You smiled, you both lingering a moment on each other. He’d never say but he was talking about this moment, perhaps not the painting. You’d never tell him, but you were thinking the very same thing.
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