I Think About Killing My Boss All The Time, But I Wouldn’t Actually Do It.

Person: How many times have you watched Moon knight?

Me:

they're on a concert 🎟🎵🎤

"Don't go there."

2015-2025: A Decade of Charlie Cox as Daredevil ✨

What a fine wine 😍🍷

🌿 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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her head was cold 🥺 now they're twins!

i was inspired by this tiktok and had to redraw it with @guruan's sweet viejita!

[VID ALT: a guy cuts up fabric to make a little black beanie out of it. he puts the beanie on a small pink hairless cat who is snuggled up in hood of a hoodie that a mustached man is wearing backwards so that the cat is in front of his chest. he is also wearing a black beanie. he takes a drink of liquid then plants a kiss on the cat's little head]

Here, have some wonderful moon knight comics excerpts:

Thank the lord that TV Girl aren't with paramount music or who ever the fuck took down half the music from tik tok cuz i can't have my Basil edit being taken from me 💕💕

My Little space is Precious

That little girl is me. She’ll always will be apart of me, and I’m thankful for the safety I and others decided to give to her.🤍🖤💕 It’s always been more than a kink and multifaceted for me. Happiness includes her involvement and she finally gets to feel that later in life. She deserves the world, and I’m going to give it to her.

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