I'm Gonna Send Him To Outa Space, To Find Another Race...

The family of the 14-year-old girl who died in a russian airstrike in Kharkiv had just begun to recover from another loss — the girl's father had previously gone missing in the Donetsk area, her relative Olga told Ukrainian media 'Suspilne.'

In the picture is a photo of the deceased girl with her head torn apart by the explosion of a russian bomb. On the right are mocking comments from cheering russians.

At the time of the attack, the schoolgirl was sitting on a bench near a children playground.

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At the moment when Glam fell the moon shone forth, and Glam turned his eyes up towards it. Grettir himself has related that that sight was the only one which ever made him tremble. What with fatigue and all else that he had endured, when he saw the horrible rolling of Glam’s eyes his heart sank so utterly that he had not strength to draw his sword, but lay there well-nigh betwixt life and death. Grettis saga, Chapter 35. (and a few sketches, which I LITERALLY LOST cause I forgot to save em)

aye aye!

I frankly used someone's tiktok video to make this.

RIP yer ears.

I wish I had enough time and skills to draw some comics.

well...one day I'll finish some of projects.

damn, I cannot believe he is not a bearded drunken man, so let me just leave an old doodle here and cry.

translation: throw this faggot into the beehive.

old Ukrainian meme that is still actual and fresh.

(just quickly drew it writing my term paper :0)

That is what ruzzians did with my house recently.

8th of July, 2024. ruzzian terrorists bombed many buildings of Kyiv, including Okhmatdyt hospital. however, let me show you what they did to my house that very day (the hospital is kinda close to us). I survived the first wave of rockets on my floor, I also monitored the next one, but sadly did not have time to get to a safe place in the elevator. in front of my eyes, under extremely powerful explosions, the neighbour's door flew off its hinges, the ceiling crumbled (did not fall), and the entire floor was covered in a fog of dust. speaking nervously, most likely delusional, I went down (it was also dangerous to do, NEVER DO THAT, PLEASE). I picked up a neighbor’s girl (a teenager) on the floors below, whom I thought I left in the house where the door was broken (I was afraid, I аm sorry, I was afraid to come closer, I was only thinking about myself); well...everything went well: the girl managed to go down the stairs before the rocket detonated. the neighbors were scared, a few of them were crying, we had an injured child (of preschool age, her temple was covered in blood), I filmed a little of what was on the street. my hands were shaking, I could not call anyone, I just mumbled something. my relatives came as fast as they could (I live with one of them), they even dared to go up to the apartment, clean it up a bit, and then we left the house and now live in another one.

it is temporary, of course. yesterday, I went to clean the house (as you can see in the video), it is almost clean of glass and pieces of walls. we are going to fix the windows ourselves, because it will be 100 years before the state does them. however, this bittersweet memory of how I almost died at home (it was a cruise rocket...the ballistics would have buried us all alive) would never allow my already shaky mental state to recover.

I have been trying to shout at people for a long time about two things: ruzzia must be destroyed; Ukraine must receive comprehensive assistance. I don't care how many kidneys I will later sell to the USA, Britain or Germany to thank for the fact that my country will live in peace, I am ready for anything, as long as children stop dying in front of my eyes. I heard the moaning of people under the rubble, I regretted that I was living instead of the dead. we are not a third world country. we deserve to exist, and fucking ruzzians are not allowed to decide our fate.

it frankly was quick enough (it took only 43 minutes). I felt...I ought to make it :0