Thanks To @happyk44’s Text Post For Plaguing Me With Visions Until I Drew This

get it. because he’s an alien.

Yeeeeeah

A Most Violent Year

Oscar Isaac with Domhnall Gleeson ❤️

🌿 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

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new meow meow just dropped

Hey so this was my original account but for some reason I got kicked out of it so I’m here now but I think i may be posting more on here because I am working on an au comic maybe.

Konig image

Y/n is hiding out in an abandoned store, lying on the ground hoping to get some rest till they see Konig enter the store with something all over him…

Y/n: hey Konig there’s still some food if you want-…

Konig grabs y/n and pins them to the ground panting like a dog with his hood torn open but only to his mouth where you can see the huge smile he has planted on his face with blood dripping down from it on to your face

Y/n: A-are you okay?? Is that your blood???

Konig: hahah no my love! I ripped a man’s throat out! : D

Y/n on the verge of tears from fear: wtf???

(Sorry my grammar is horrible)

“What’s in my bra” by Gracie Collins(2024)

How could I live any other way?

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