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Not surprised

🌿 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. 💚

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It's time to see

thinking about jake lockley in an apron and briefs kneading bread with flour on his nose and all over his arms, the muscles bunching and flexing as his fingers curl the dough into a smooth ball to rest before he begins to braid it into a masterpiece

thinking about marc spector, dressed in dark, tight clothes without a speck of food on him, chopping vegetables and meat for dinner, so particular about keeping the knives and boards separate, adding it all to the pot and propping the spice cabinet open to season it all and bringing it up to heat and filling the flat with mouthwatering, savory aroma

thinking about steven grant with his glasses perched on the end of his nose as he trails his blunt fingertip down the page in the recipe book propped open on the counter, powdered sugar sprinkled in his dark curls as he finds his place to follow the next step in the recipe

thinking about you orbiting all of them as they work, helping where you can while fixing your own side dishes, letting your hands brush against their sides and wrists and back as you slip behind and around them, littering kisses and murmuring lovings

just…the moon boys being domestic in the kitchen🥺I think food is my love language

the cg urge to help a little get ready with nostalgic 2000s music playing in the background...

yes baby i'd love to sit on the floor with you n curl ur hair. of course you can have some glitter for ur face so we match!! no i don't mind if you have a spray of my perfume :) ohh you look so stylish!! give me a spin!!

don't forget a snack before we go!!

Moonknight x reader incorrect quotes- pt. 1

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Steven: Good morning.

Marc: Good morning.

Layla: Good morning.

Y/N: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Jake: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

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Steven: You’re a loose cannon, Marc.

Marc: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Layla: I think you play by your own rules.

Y/N: No way, he thinks rules were made to be broken.

Steven: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Marc: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Jake is a loose cannon.

Jake: *smashes a chair*

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Steven: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Marc: Rude.

Layla: That’s fair.

Y/N: Again? Jake!

Jake: Are you going to want this back, Y/N?

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Steven: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Jake: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Layla: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Y/N: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Marc: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

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Steven: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Marc: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Jake: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Y/N: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Marc: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

Jake: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Y/N: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Khonshu, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Khonshu: Where’s Marc, Steven, and Y/N?

Jake, hiding Marc and Steven, and Y/N in the trunk of his taxi: They’re playing hide and seek.

Khonshu: Where?

Jake: I don’t think you get how this game works.

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Marc: Are we really going to let Steven keep Layla?

Jake: We kept Y/n.

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Steven: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!

Marc: Tubular AF!

Layla: Mood to the max!

Y/N, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.

Jake, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

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Steven: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Marc: Self-esteem, haven’t seen you in years!

Layla: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Y/N: I knew I lost those morals somewhere!

Jake: My moral code, is that you?

Steven:

Steven: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Steven: Anyone d-

Marc: Depressed?

Layla: Drained?

Y/N, Anubis’ avatar: Dead?

Jake: Disliked?

Steven: -done with their work… what is wrong with you people …

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Steven, banging on the door: Marc! Open up!

Marc: Well, it all started when I was a kid…

Jake: No, he meant-

Y/N: Let him finish.

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Jake, used to Y/N’s bullshit: Dammit, Y/N!

Y/N, who has done about 20 things since waking up: What?! It wasn’t me!

Jake: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Marc!

Marc: Not me either.

Jake: Oh…Then who set the apartment on fire?

Steven, who had a nightmare and kicked a candle into the curtains : *whistles*

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Y/N: You know, I’m starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Jake, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

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Y/N: This is such a bad idea.

Jake: Then why are you coming along?

Y/N: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Y/N: And I love you.

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Y/N, defending Jake and himself: Okay. I get it. We’ve had a really hard time lately, we’re stressed out, seven people died-

Anubis: Twelve, actually.

Y/N: Not the point. Look, they’re dead now, and really whose fault is that?

Anubis: Yours!

Y/N, cleaning the blood off his suit's claws: That’s right: no one’s.

@oh-tobeafrog thank you for inspiring me with this galaxy brain take on my two favorite marvel heroes :)

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