“What’s In My Bra” By Gracie Collins(2024)

Hyper fem reader and Steven mood board cuz I’m bored.

I want to smoke a pack of cigarettes with him and cry in his arms till I fall asleep

Hey, how are you doing?👋 I'm reaching out because Gaza is under attack and we need all the help we can get💔🙏. If you're able, please consider sharing my page or making a donation through the Gogetfunding link. You can find more information on my profile.💌🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hi I’ll help you the best way I can, I’m sorry I don’t have any money but I’m honored that you reached out to me

And some silly cats to brighten your day

🌿 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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Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani

Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to

I LOVE HER SUIT SO MUCH LKJFJFGLJFZJZF

I haven’t watched DUNE yet, but every time I see Duke Leto I want to put little flowers in his beard.

DUKE LETO ATREIDES in every scene of DUNE (2021) for @garciamorales

…imagine the Moonknight system with a goth partner. Im talking full on trad goth with the hair, the makeup everything and also someone who is just so fucking creepy.

Like imagine this type of goth:

With this Man/Men:

Jake would probably love all the creepy shit they own, Steven would be infatuated with the outfits and how they do their makeup and I feel like Marc would be a mix of both

>:)