Peculiar-wood - Wood!

4 April 2025.

After 14 hours of devastating missile strikes by the US-backed terrorist state of Israel on Dar Al-Arqam School in Gaza, a baby was miraculously pulled alive from the rubble.

If this baby had been Israeli, the world would've lost their minds. Front page of every news outlet.

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These fucking ROBLOX CHARACTERS plague my mind…

Two time… azure… azuretime…

P.AI.NTER MY SWEET BABY BOY AAAAAAEIGHHHH

@staff our identities aren’t nsfw and we will not stand for them to be treated as such

What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

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I’m Wood!

I use they/them/any pronouns and am unlabelled all around (this shit confusing)

I reblog a lot of stuff uhm sorry idk if that goes against tumblr etiquette I’m new here and used to Bluesky

Speakinf of which, you can also find me on Bluesky! And YouTube! And a whole lot of platforms, i hoard them like a dragon.

I make art, you can find it buried in the reblogs lmao

NO REPOSTS WITHOUT CREDIT I see creditless reposts of other people’s art on Pinterest all the time and it drives me nuts.

Please read this post as well, as the only comments I’m getting on this post are related to it;

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Yes they were surprised. Just maybe not quite as much as I was hoping.

I think I just need to go the fuck to bed it’s past eleven thirty😭

sometimes we (i) forgot

"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼

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Donate to Help me save my children from death in the Gaza war, organized by Ahmad Mahmoud

I am Ahmed Mahmoud,34 years old, from Gaza, married with four childr… Ahmad Mahmoud needs your support for Help me save my children from dea

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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏