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I’m fucking crying man. Everything is so difficult

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just got to season 2 of 911 & although i’m obsessed w all the ways buck can and will torture himself and others about his growing obsession w eddie, at the same time idk how many more times i can be reminded of my own fragile grasp on mortality via the minor characters’ horrifying, freak deaths before i lose my mind entirely. yk

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i love that buck is built like a brick shithouse and has the mannerisms of an anime schoolgirl with really big boobs that goes kyaaaaaa! >_<

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Inshallah they find him.

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how it feels to come home from work at 8pm eat a huge portion of pork fried rice and immediately go beddy bye afterwards

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i can’t wait for when chatGPT and ai image generation also crashes and each prompt cost $50 an attempt. oh you can’t get your stolen big tiddy anime ghibli art for free anymore? you want to buy real big boy art from real artists now? beg for it. beg for it like a dog.

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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:

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

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my favorite post-credit scene was when it was very clearly implied that smoke only let stack go in exchange for making sure their baby cousin didn’t get turned into a monster, and then went ousside and shanked the irish vampire bc one thing the juke joint family was NOT doing was selling off their baby cousin to remmick in exchange for their lives. bc at the end of the day, it was about preserving sammie’s future. it was about giving the children a chance to grow up. remmick wanted sammie to help him lure in more humans and thus make more vampires, but smoke wasn’t having that. on god, that white man was NOT touching sammie. forced vampire marriage CANCELLED 💀

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‘sinners’ newspaper clippings

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Poor Sammie played literally his first gig and immediately got the worst fan to ever exist

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hopefully may will be kinder to me

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my new job is so good except for this part

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"casual" as an insult is really funny tbh. hey everybody this guy plays games for fun. they like to relax and have a good time

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This continues to be a top contender for favorite tweet

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Ahhhh i needed to hear this

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