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Please help Abdelmajed to fight through these tough times of war and donate any amount as y'all possibly can. And share these posts with who ever you can if you can't donate. Either way, it'll be a great help for him and raise awareness towards others that need help in the war in Gaza. 🙏🙏
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Please help Mosab and his family who are going through tough times during the war and bombings in Gaza. Donate as much as y'all can to help them survive through these times of need. 🙏🙏
💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
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nothing i can make will top it
Oh me gosh I can't- THIS IS SO CUUUUUTE!!!! (❤´艸`❤)
By @the-anonymoose- and yours truly. ;D
We were spewing these out on Skype all day.
SANSBY
• Over protective Grillby tho. No one touches the smol skele. • Sans telling cheesy pick-up lines is a given. • Sans melting into a puddle of blue blushies whenever Grillby touches him in the slightest. • Grillby getting flustered when Sans does anything affectionate in public and Sans just l o v e s i t. • Sans telling Grillby everything about the timelines and Grillby believes every word. • Grillby comforting Sans and just quietly humming soothingly to calm him down. • Sans writing a note saying everything about the timelines and how they were together before everything was reset for Grillby so they never have to start from square one and Grillby starts crying whenever he reads it. • Sans starts rubbing off on Grillby and soon Grillby starts making puns so bad that eve N SANS G R O A N S. • Grillby being afraid of loosing control of his flame when holding Sans because he’ll be so flustered but Sans is just like “nah it’s fine take your time”. • Grillby being extremely patient and calm when Sans has a break down. • Sans being worried that his tears will hurt Grillby but he assured him that he’ll be okay and he just hOLDS HIM. • When Sans and Grillby first meet, Sans goes to check out Grillby’s, walks up to the bar, where Grillby is facing away, and orders a burger, when oh look at that the bartender turns around and damn he’s hot. Sans gets super nervous and is just like: fuck my gay ass. And Grillby heard him and is like: what. And Sans turns bright blue and Grillby starts laughing and hOLY FUCK HIS LAUGH IS HOT TOO. So they introduce themselves and after Grillby says his name in his hot as fuck, god damn smooth, golden radio announcer like voice, Sans mutters under his breath: Grillby? More like grill me. And Grillby hears him and raises his brow with a small smirk like: What was that? AND SANS JUST DIES RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT. • Grillby calling Sans “Bone boy” and Sans jusT BLUSHES REALLY HARD. • Sans accidentally gets tomato sauce on Grillby’s shirt and seeing as it’s late in the bar and no one’s there besides them, he just turns around and takes his shirt off aND SANS JUST SQUEAKS WHILE HE INTERNALLY DIES AND THINKS: OH MY FUCKING GOD IM GONNA DIE. AND GRILLBY HEARS HIS SQUEAK AND TURNS AROUND AND. OOOOOOHHH THOSE ARE SOME MIGHTY FINE ABS YOU GOT THERE. So, very awkwardly, Sans says: Wow, is it hot in here, or is it just you. And after he realized what he actually just fucking said, he hides in his hoodie, curls into a ball and dies. aND GRILLBY JUST LOOKS AT HIM, AND STARTS TO CHUCKLE, WHICH TURNS INTO A FULL BLOWN LAUGH. BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. THIS SKELE. BUT LIKE, THE MOUTH APPEARS AND SANS IS JUST SITS THERE. WATCHING AS GRILLBY’S MUSCLES FLEX AS HE LAUGHS AND HOW HEAT IS RISING FROM THE FIRE MAN’S MOUTH. OMG. AND HIS LAUGH. OH GOD HIS LAUGH. IT SOUNDS LIKE IT COULD MELT ANYTHING. AND IT’S SO SMOOTH. ALMOST LIKE SMOKE SLOWLY RISING FROM A CAMPFIRE. WITH THE SLIGHT SOUD OF FIREWOOD CRACKLING. • Sans being covered in burn marks (Grillby hickies) after spending a few hours at Grillby’s later then usual and Papy just being like: Sans, wtf happened?! And Sans just: I got grilled. And leaves Pap standing there in shock. • PAP DOING THE “WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD” THING TO SANS AND GRILLBY IS IN HIS BED. • Sans and Grillby slow dancing in the kitchen. • IMAGINE SANS WEARING GRILLBY’S SHIRTS AND THEY’RE SO FUCKING HUGE ON HIM. AND HE FINDS THEM SO COMFORTING BECAUSE THEY SMELL LIKE CINNAMON AND FIRE. • Grillby wearing Sans’ hoodie and chuckling when he finds packets of ketchup in Sans’ jacket pockets.
As you can see, we have big lady boners for Grillby and Sansby is our religion.
PAPYTON • Papyrus coming home after a date with Mettaton. Covered in zap marks. He looks Sans dead in the eyes and says: I had an electrifying time with Metta. AND THEN SANS HAVING AN INTERNAL STRUGGLE BECAUSE PAP JUST MADE AN AMAZING PUN BUT HE AND METTATON DID THE FRICKLE FRACKLES. BUT SANS JUST RESPONDS WITH: wow, that’s quite *shocking*. • The day after Pap finds Sans in bed with Grillby, he does the same thing with Mettaton when Sans comes in to wake him up, seeing he was sleeping longer then usual. • Metta helping Pap with puzzles. • Metta wearing Pap’s scarf.
Papyton is our go-to religion if the Sansby religion ever falls, which will be never.
DOUBLE PLAY • dOUBLE DATES WITH PAP/METTA AND SANS/GRILLBS. • Domestic household activities between the 4. • Grillby teaching Pap how to cook. • Metta teaching Sans how to dress nice for fancy dinners with Grillby. • Game nights. • Movie nights. • METTA AND GRILLBY JUST SITTING ON THE COUCH. THEIR SKELES SLEEPING ON TOP OF THEM. AND THEY JUST SHARE A LOOK OF KNOWING. LIKE: we both fell for the skeles. • Sans and Metta actually becoming closer friends because of how nice he is to Pap and Grillby. • Metta complementing Grillby’s dress sense. • Grillby and Metta getting suits for the skelebros. AND THE SKELES LOOK SO CUTE.
AND THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH FOR US.
BONUS • Imagine getting a hug from Grillby on a freezing cold winter’s day. Imagine him giving a little kiss to your cheek, making that spot hotter than the rest.
(x) start small, grow tall… or stay small, that’s okay too
I've been searching for the exclusive edition for months now. Thank you for posting these pages, seriously!!! 😭💖
Here’s the individual B&N book of Bill pages (instead of the spreads):
Here are the individual pages (they should be easier to read)
Once again if you want a close-up of something just ask :)
Many thanks to the lovely @himitsy-chan for providing with the pdf of the original!!!