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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. 💚

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star wars characters as john mulaney quotes

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

18+ post, I’m having thoughts!!

Hsjagsjagzjsisg DOM STEVEN AHHHHHH!!!

Okay okay but like you’re both really whiny and loud when one or another is close AHHHHH-

Dom!Steven: “Ah~ ah~! My good doll moaning like the slut they are~! Ah~!! Fucccck I’m close!”

Sub!Reader: *is literally so turned on by Steven’s moans is making them closer and fall into a new state of submission as the moan out*

ALSO I FEEL LIKE HE’D LOVE IF YOU HAVE A WORSHIPPING KINK

I WANNA WORSHIP HIM

FUCK

Oscar Isaac As Peter Malkin In "Operation Finale", 2018

MKsystem and Hyperfixations

We're all aware of Steven's fixation on Ancient Egypt, but what about the other two? (Can't have just one autistic alter in a system).

Marc's: Astronomy. He'd have some books stacked on Steven's desk. Random space/NASA magnets would litter the fridge, and maybe there'd even be a small telescope set up at their window.

Jake's: Cars. Definitely a ton of Hot Wheels cars still in their packets carefully placed on shelves... and he'd probably have even more if Marc and Steven gave him the chance. Random pictures of cars he'd seen on the street in their phone gallery.

Once they're all aware of each other, they'd start making the apartment more their's, instead of just Steven's.

I love when men are sensitive— I love when even just a brush of your ass past them in the kitchen can make their hips jerk, or the way an exhale against their neck can make their cock begin to twitch itself to life. Resting your fingers beneath their shirt as a means to get comfortable? Be prepared to feel the way their hips twitch up in the hopes your touch will creep down a little lower, because with every press of your fingertips against their abdomen— the bulge in their pants only becomes even more obvious 💗

Misato

knitted scarfs ─── send me a song / lyric / album + a character and i'll make a moodboard out of it! ( includes short headcanons ).

omg omg cologne by beabadobee + tasm!peter parker maybe!!!! that song is so him

. ˳⁺⁎˚ cologne, beabadoobee + tasm!peter.

📻 neck kisses. late nights together. lazy mornings. loud music. missing peter's scent. calling peter by the telephone. borrowing peter's sweater. red roses. pink kiss marks by the collar. peter taking pictures of you from his camera. matching converses. wearing peter's clothes. playing with his hair.

we were girls together