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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
old dead trend BUT WHATEVER!!! i had this idea for a while and i missed part 2
i loved drawing this zestfest tho the pillermen are my absolute guilty pleasure
Let’s go Gyjo’ers
shayma escaped gaza before the crossing closed and has been struggling to care for her family of 16 in egypt. rent is skyrocketing, and now her brother needs help funding his master's degree. she just lost her childhood friend and her friend's family, she needs support right now.
she didn't ask me to post this, i just wanna show her there's still people out there who care. please help her
Can you hear us? Can you feel what we’re going through? Fear. Hunger. Death. A never-ending siege. The silence of the world hurts as much as the bombs.
We're crying out to your humanity—please don't look away. Speak about us. Stand with us. We're not okay. We're trying to survive.
This is not a nightmare. It's our reality.
Don't forget us. Do something—anything. Share. Donate. Repost. Help keep us alive.
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Finally give myself time to finish @jeonseoguu's dtiys ♡ I have so much fun doing this!!
"*X country* should colonize the US! Please nuke the US!"
You all will do anything to not give us our land back huh
Diavolo expressions
did this in 20 minutes i’m not sorry
His demeanor is meaner than yours
I identify as Brunosexual...
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Please don't continue to ignore me. I am here taking care of my elderly parents and siblings. They are 8 people. I am trying to provide the minimum necessities of life after losing everything due to the war. Therefore, your donation, no matter how small, will make a difference in our lives. Please 💔🙏
Donate on chuffed and not on gofundme, please 💔🙏🙏
I also really like how araki made Pucci black because religious psychosis in the black community especially in America it's particularly strong and often leads people to do things that actively harmful towards people in the black community as well as everyone around them. With the belief that they are helping others or achieving a great divine goal, which is exactly what puci did. and dio being the one to brainwash him is really interesting because it's exactly how black people get brought into this idea of religious divinity by people essentially exploiting the black community that was already in a very bad state both mentally and economically the way that dio.
Overall I love Pucci as a character for the way he parallels what happens to many marginalized people that turned to a type of racial divinity fuelled by their need for change, growth and freedom from the society they live in
Stone Ocean isn’t just my favorite Jojo part but it’s my favorite piece of media. I think a big reason for that is because, to me at least, a lot of the themes and messages of the story feel inherently queer/trans coded. The biggest themes of the story are about memories, and what our pasts mean to us, how they shape us. We see how Jolyne and the others have pasts that make them judged, outsiders to society, traumatized. However, they all become more than what they once were and find their true selves. FF specifically embodies this so well. They literally find a new body that fits them better, making them happier. The life and body they were living in before was dull, near-meaningless and subject to the whim of other people. They express their authentic self, but have to move in caution because of that, and value their bodily autonomy over everything else.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, however, we have Pucci. In him, we see what refusing to critically assess yourself and reshape your ideas does, especially when religion is brought into the mix. His entire goal of wanting to have everybody’s fate known and set in stone isn’t him working past his trauma, it’s him literally being consumed by it. He claims to have good intentions, and genuinely does believe that. But because he isn’t able to face his fears head on, he winds down a dark path that leads him to become the opposite of what he wants was, so engulfed by his own bubble that he can’t see how hypocritical he’s become.
Probably wasn’t intended- (maybe?? since some people claim that shonen made Araki change Anasui from being a female, but who knows)- but this just mirrors being queer so well to me. The process of literally rebuilding yourself, while still honoring what value you can pull from your past. Meanwhile, people all around you try to frame you, spread lies and force their beliefs and rigid viewpoints on you. I love you Stone Ocean 🌊 💿 🦋
Boy why you so gnarp gnarp 👽
"All the kids need me. I hear them when I sleep. I hear them when I wake. Please save us they say. Please save us. Help us."
just as a general reminder
learn how to fact-check for yourself, cause soon enough, most online sources won't be reliable
I'd rather die than serve you.
I'd rather die than serve you.
It's been so long since I've drawn Kakyoin!!
tears are worth their weight in gold
(happy new year!!!)
doodles i forgor to post
some of them r old lol. in no particular order (least to most fugio /hj)
same two guys. OVER AND OVER what kind of illness is this
phf is still rewiring my brain
Jojo sketches
I love kakyoin
I know what u are