I Think About This All The Time

🌿 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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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.

Just because

Going through my dash, I don't think I'm the only one who needs this...

‘I remember who you look like’

but

also

WIRED interview gifs by @gallnerkyle , Frankenstein gifted by @nowritingonthewall, Sam Eagle via GIPHY. Pedro pic by @chefsurendermohan on IG. Thank you to @whocaresstillthelouvre for inspiring this in the first place with the Chicken Little pic 😭😂

Demonstrating the rope dart (繩標; sheng2biao1)

[eng by me]

moon knight heheh the second is cus i couldn't make his costume in the first place and decided to draw him without it😭😭

Moon Knight Text posts: Marc Spector me Core™️ Edition

Sorry for the bad quality. Idk how to fix it

early 2000s childhood…

sfw interaction only

“The Moon Haunts You.”

Khonshu baby, the only thing that haunts me is this video. 😭😭😭