why would you ever outsource fun to chatgpt? are you stupid? you can make mediocre shit by yourself too.
🌿 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.
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I’ve already posted a few of these designs, but just for simplicity’s sake: HERE ARE ALL OF THE REDESIGNS for Golden Bat: Reimagined!
You might notice an extra character you don’t recognize: Priestess Amelia is a cult leader character created by @babblingbrookebutler for the sake of fleshing out the story some, and, well…
…she kinda ties directly into Mr. Dark Bat up there.  If he looks like Golden Bat, gone Berserk Mode… good.
And yes, even Penny got a redesign. Â *mutters something about Penny only showing up in 2 episodes and is really just a minor character at best*
Anyhoot, this character design livestream was an absolute delight, and I can’t thank everybody who came out to it enough for all of your wonderful and helpful input!  It’s been a blast, everyone, and I hope y’all enjoy the designs!
I just learned that once during a council meeting in 1546 John Dudley bitch-slapped Stephen Gardiner and I’m just … wheezing with laughter
unfortunately my dear friend has gotten the news that his father has bladder cancer :(. this is unimaginably tragic on its own, but that tragedy is compounded by the fact that treatment is impossible to seek in gaza, and management is prohibitively expensive. on top of that, conditions only worsen — weather is bad, people are starving, everyone is sick and wounded, and israeli aggression does not stop or slow.
ibrahim needs our help now more than ever to raise funds to eat, to stay warm, to evacuate, and now to help his father pay for treatment when they reach safety. this is EXTREMELY URGENT — it CANNOT WAIT!!! please treat this as a personal plea for the life of my family members — ibrahim is like a little brother to me, and i cannot describe how heartbroken i am for him day after day and how terribly i want him to survive.
🔴🚨Urgent Assistance Needed Amid Humanitarian Crisis in Gaza
Recently, I found myself in a very difficult situation. I borrowed a sum of $2800 from a distant friend, but due to the ongoing war in Gaza, I have been unable to repay this amount on time. The situation here is dire, and I am struggling to provide food, water, and basic necessities for my family amidst the catastrophic humanitarian crisis that Gaza is experiencing.
My friend has requested that I repay the money, and I informed him that I will do my best to gather the amount as soon as possible, within a week at most. However, at this moment, I simply do not have the means to fulfill this commitment due to the challenging circumstances we are facing.
I have been sharing our story throughout Gaza for the past two months, hoping to find help in this crisis. We are experiencing severe shortages of basic resources, in addition to the health and humanitarian challenges caused by the ongoing conflict. I cannot overlook the suffering of my brother, Mohammed, who is injured and part of the immense hardship we are enduring.
The sooner your help arrives, the better, as time is running out, and we urgently need your assistance.
May God bless you, and I hope that your compassionate stance will help us overcome this trial.
full disclosure I orig wanted to make part 2 of the wolf hall brat edit (feat Thomas More as Lorde) but I scrapped it cos i didn't really have enough footage BUT the overwhelmingly lovely response from you guys to part 1 has enabled me I fear. Watch this space
Testing out the new tumblr photoset feature.Â
Today is International Holocaust Remembrance Day.Â
Today we remember the more than 11 million people, Jewish and Gentile, who were slaughtered in the death camps, who succumbed to disease and the elements in concentration camps, who were sterilized to prevent the “dilution” of the “Aryan race,” who were worked to death, or nearly, in the works camps, who were imprisoned for their political or religious beliefs, who were sterilized or killed for being considered disabled, who were gassed to death in the Einsatzgruppen mobile gas chambers, who were shot into graves they had been forced the dig, and those who managed to survive all of that and were forced to remember the horrors they had seen and experienced.
May they rest in peace, may their memory be a blessing, may peace be upon them, and may we all say Never Again.