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Just some very self indulgent doodles of Leon as a Snow Leopard!

It always amuses me how much these big cats like to play with their own tail, or just sit there with it stuck in their mouth.

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SO FUC KING GOOOD.

And this is just how I imagine My oc Marshall, and he is wirh Leon, MARRIED COUPLE and all

radhamari

VILLAINOUS CAME BACK THIS IS NOT A DRILL OH MY GOD

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WHAT HOW?

moonewater

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Holy moly

jacintatveit

Arena UK June 2005

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Why looks like a famous Marriage ?

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Ahh for that.

atlastriesisfuckingtaken

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LONG LIVE TO THE GROMS

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Obi-Wan Outfit Challenge part 5 [part1] [part2] [part3] [part4] | suggested by @sukurarose92

Last one for now! Think of it as an early Christmas present for Anakin ❤️

✦ my art ✦ tip jar ✦ blsky ✦ comms ✦

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The Dream 💫

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Fit check for my Jedi era

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happy 16th birthday @ao3org @transformativeworks

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Hi friends! I've added a bunch of new lanyard keychains to the shop this past week so I wanted to make a new post of all the lanyard keychains! Which meant making graphics! Ahhh! But they're all here! Let me know if there are any other characters you'd like to see! There will also be some new long lanyards coming soon. (I'll put Aurebesh translations at the end for the lanyards that have text on them.) Hope you love these! I also have cyber week deals going so come grab your faves while they're on sale! Shop is here.

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Why in my town don't do things like this?

Ahhh ikn why, they dislike sw

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🌸 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:

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

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