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Foaming at the fucking mouth I need him

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So the new interest has developed to obsession, but MY BABBYYYYYYYSSS PRETTY BOYSSSSS

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GIRLFRIENDSSSSS THEY ARE SO PRETTYYYYY

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Mystic Flour the absolute goddess that you are 🤍

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Me when pretty man with white lashes and closed eyes 👁️👁️

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What a terribly traumatised individual <3

My oc Lydia :))

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Do you think she’s pretty?

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She makes me so fucking sick

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Decided I wasn’t happy with the shading on this one, so I wanted to try it again :))

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Tell me why tf he’s so hard to draw it shouldn’t be like this.

(I have a new obsession and I’m so normal about him)

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That’s not Sasha :(

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I simply adore her <333

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Me when I lead an unsuspecting woman to worms

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They make me sick ❤️

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I really like your Michael survives stuff! He deserves to spite Gertrude, pull some pranks and whatnot if he so desires (and with his new affinity for the Spiral, I'm sure he could do some wildly disorienting stuff if he wanted to, though mundane tricks have their charms as well haha)

Thank you! He’s going to start off small for sure to try and get out of being Gertrude’s assistant. As he thinks about more elaborate and complicated pranks, he’ll unknowingly start to develop some abilities for sure :3

Fun fact: all of his reports are TECHNICALLY still legible to people who are more Eye-oriented, Elias just doesn’t want his paperwork to look like a rainbow threw up on it.

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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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What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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