is there a name for this
A Most Violent Year
ok i haven’t seen this been done before but i feel like it probably has but this is my hot take on ✨star wars characters as john mulaney quotes✨
(this pictures aren’t mine – full credit to the og creators!!)
han solo
leia organa
luke skywalker
anakin skywalker
chewie
obi-wan kenobi
ahsoka tano
kylo ren
finn
poe dameron
hux
moon knight heheh the second is cus i couldn't make his costume in the first place and decided to draw him without it😭😭
Watching Star Wars in chronological order is so funny.
Obi-Wan Kenobi really took one look at R2D2 in the middle of the desert and said “No, Luke, I’ve never seen this fucking droid in my life. Looks like a real bitch though. Not that I’d know. This is my first time meeting the asshole.”
No one in that whole franchise was Gatekeep-Gasslight-Girlbossing quite like “Ben” Kenobi, regular human-man.
he really meant it when he said “they’re enjoying themselves too much, they don’t ask” to elektra huh? the dick the woman so good so she cant think of anything else method
🌿 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?
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No home.
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thanks to @happyk44’s text post for plaguing me with visions until i drew this