Springtrap Vs. Moon

RE:CONCERNS reminded me so much of Eclipse I just had to do something with it…

Also I loved this frame so much I HAD to color it lol

‼️ From a Wounded Father... To Your Hearts ‼️

My name is Musab,

and I’m a father of three beautiful daughters:

Alma, Lama, and Lina — innocent souls living through fire and fear.

War destroyed our home, my health, and our livelihood.

I was seriously injured in my shoulder and had surgery,

but now I urgently need a second operation —

and I can’t even afford to feed my daughters.

My little girl Lama has metal implants (platinum) in her tiny body after being injured — she still needs medical care.

Meanwhile, famine is spreading in Gaza, and I have nothing left but this plea.

From a broken father's heart… Please, don’t turn away.

My daughters are hungry.

My home is gone.

I’m in pain — and they are starving.

If you can't donate, please share.

Your voice could be the reason someone hears us.

From a father in Gaza — thank you for reading,

thank you for caring,

thank you for not turning away.

Another reminder that I don't reblog guilt trip/reblogs bait posts. "Reblog if you're not homophobic THIS MUST BE REBLOGGED BY EVERYONE" fuck you. I don't need to reblog something to prove I'm not an asshole

Legend has it she still flops around ireland👀

my mum just called "scrolling on Tumblr" "scrumbling"

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

already explained I have no money to give but I can share, sorry for being unable to give anything

Hello my friend, can you be my friend? I lost my entire family in this war. I need financial and moral support. I am Diaa from Gaza 🇵🇸. I have no one left. We are suffering now from a siege, famine, and violent bombing. A tent next to us was bombed and I was injured. Help me and donate what you can. I beg you to save my life. I am now in the hospital 😭😭. I urgently need $200 to cover my treatment costs. Donate $50 or any amount you can. 😭💔

If you don't have money, donate what you can 😭🙏

https://gofund.me/b60fb34d

Don't have money, so I shared your pinned post

Gotham city news has been reporting it since it was witnessed

A tall red head punching billionaire Bruce Wayne in the face on live television no one knows the reason except the newest wayne adoptee Daniel j Fenton

His sister waited till she was 18 to adopt danny some big shot billionaire isn't gonna change that

I just want jazz fully prepared to deck bruce knowing or not he's batman

And doing it publicly too! I like this. I need a Jazz that is half feral from the stress her parents and baby brother put her through. She is ready to throw down with anyone.

Jason flirts with her but makes the mistake of putting a hand on Dannys head to ruffle his hair.

Next thing he knows he's lying on the grass outside after having been thrown out the window. He only fell harder for her.

⚠️high volume warning

This is a silly little animatic I made a awhile ago, I’ve always wondered what the vestiges did when they were not being plot-relevant.

Sitting inside the endless void has got to be a little boring at times.

(The audio is from TheOdd1sOut)