First Stop On The Underwater Roadtrip 🎉

Congratulations! You look so cool!

The reason I haven’t posted in a while is… My ass got promoted to 1-0-0!! 🤩

what is THE worst thing you've ever drank. all liquids acceptable. please tell me what it was, bonus points for why

Helping with chores 🌱🖌️🧺

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Admiral Brickell in: The Battle Against Vitamin C Deficiency 🍌

Love drawing happy satisfied characters. 😊🌸

Alien pulling your sleeve to get your attention: and who is this Cunt you all serve

  Between the Ruins and Memories  🌊🏚️

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On the shores of Gaza, where the horizon stretched endlessly, Khalil lived a life that seemed stable and secure. From his house overlooking the sea, he could hear the sound of crashing waves harmonizing with the sounds of the life he built through hard work and years of effort. 🏠💔 His studies in university as a sound engineer were a gateway to a promising future; his work in renting out large sound equipment used for parties and major events was his source of income, and the residential building he inherited from his father housed many families, ensuring a decent life for his own. 🎶🎤

But, in a single moment, everything changed. 🌪️

  Complete Destruction 🏚️💥

The war came like a storm, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake. The home that was considered a refuge for the family turned into rubble. The sound equipment that once spread joy throughout the city was silenced forever under the debris. The residential building, which was a continuous source of income, collapsed as if it had never existed.

Today, Khalil, along with his wife Omnia and their children Nasser, Adam, and Bara’a, live in a small tent in the southern sector, where there is no safety or stability. ⛺🔥 The tent offers no protection from the scorching heat of the day or the biting cold of the night. Hunger and thirst have become constant guests at their empty table, and the children’s eyes search their father’s face for answers: “When will we go back home?” 🥺🍽️ But the home is no longer there.

  Growing Despair 😔💔

Each passing day becomes harder than the last. Khalil feels the weight of responsibility crushing him, yet he has nothing to offer his family. Hunger gnaws at their health, and fear eats away at their souls. How can he tell his children that the life they knew is gone forever? How can he face their looks when they ask him about food, and he has little to give?

Omnia, his wife, stands beside him in this bitter struggle, but she, too, suffers in silence. She tries her best to soothe the children and reassure them, but deep down, she knows the future is uncertain and frightening. 👩‍👧‍👦🕊️

  A Faint Hope  ✨🌱

Yet Khalil does not give up. He refuses to succumb to pain, searching for a glimmer of hope in this darkness. He knows that there are those who may extend a helping hand and that despite all the hardships, there are still people who believe in humanity. But time is running out, and the tent cannot be home forever. ⏳💡

  A Call for Help 🙏💖

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If you are able to help, please consider donating to support Khalil and his family during this difficult time. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in their lives. Share this story with your friends and family, as it may reach someone who can help. Together, we can make a difference and restore hope to those who desperately need it. 🌍❤️

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My camping vetted by @gazavetters 🌷

Link vetted number #19 on list

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A friend recommended I draw Volcarona, so here it is!

Big fluffy fire moth 🔥🔥🔥

making every conversation into being about The Character with the same reliability and conviction of a youth pastor going “you know who else partied? our lord and savior”

For my friend 念尘_blackray's birthday, I drew these and made a Brickell doll for her.

(I don't know why I can't upload the original photo, so I took a screenshot of the folder)