My family and I are passing through a domestic problem with my dad, we tried to contact the authorities but they won't help so our only option is to move houses but unfortunately but with our financial situation that's not possible, my brother lost his job and my mom is stuck in a crappy job earning only $150 which is definitely not enough to support us 3.
my favourite head canon for Moon is he's outwardly selective with conversation (aside from giggles, those are free and aplenty), but yaps internally to Sun as much as possible on a non-stop loop, lmao
AND SO THEY'RE HEREEEEE !!!!! KEYCHAINS OF THE SILLIES !!!!!
The little goobers / prototypes came home 🩷🩷🩷
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Note : As always, colours may vary in real life! Oh and size comparisons with the badges cuz yes :)
In any case, these looked SO good, I'm legit so happy with how they came out - the colors are vibrant and fun and they're actually soooo smol and adorbbbssss 🥹🥹🥹
Lemme know your thoughts on these keychains in the comments / reblogs btw! And plsplspls share this around, thanks!
HEELLLLOOOO TUMBLR!!!!!!! I've been hit by the writing inspiration truck and decided to finally revisit my fic, daydreamers!!! ITS BEEN SO LONGGGGGG
this IS a rewrite! which means I'm starting everything over from scratch!!! while very special to me, the original set up of daydreamers didn't give me a lot of wiggle room for what I wanted to do as an author (and also its been such a long time that my goals changed since I started)
DCA crack fic idea: Y/N is one of the endoskeletons that roam the pizzaplex; It gained awareness and has ennard-ed the new security guard so they could escape without being noticed BUT since the doors only open when it hits 6AM, they gotta start their first shift before leaving.
You do meet the DCA and form a bond with them but the entire time you are walking on eggshells and trying make up excuses about why you are turning fucking purple.
I came to a revelation some time last week and uh I thought this'd be funny cuz all of us project ourselves unto our Y/N's like crazy 😔💥💥💥
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Also cute chat reaction text to accompany this image :
Also, these drawings make us look tall.... When we are indeed quite the opposite but for the sake of such imagery and our dignity, pls believe that we're this height thanks 👍🏻✨
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Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality
Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
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💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again.
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