Do you still think of our children — bleeding, terrified, broken — being slaughtered in Gaza by Israeli airstrikes?
My own son was severely injured in one of the recent airstrikes. His tiny body, broken and bleeding, now lies in a hospital that has no medicine, no electricity, no hope.
He needs urgent surgery that can only be done outside Gaza. Every minute that passes puts his life at greater risk.
I am begging you — from one human being to another — to please help me save my son’s life. Your donation could be the reason he survives. The reason he gets another chance at life, at laughter, at childhood.
I havent posted any designs in a while, some practice stuff/working out outfits and species
I love how these turned out actually these guys are so cool
real writers don’t have writer’s block because they never start writing in the first place.
Trophy & suitcase for my fic burning dirty gas!!! :)
Y’all, something’s wrong with my copy of Dog Man
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I wanna shake her around like a lil chewtoy in my teeth <3