Which Bat Photographed By Jose G. Martinez-Fonseca Are YOU Today?

Ennard vs Cyn vs Bill Cipher, all oiled up. Who’s winning the twerk off??

Who keeps inviting these toddlers to the diplomatic council meetings

[ID: A three page digital comic featuring Jimmy, Curly, and Anya from Mouthwashing. Jimmy is colored in solid green, Curly is white, and Anya is blue.

Jimmy leans on a table, shaking and holding his stomach.

Jimmy: Oh my god. (doubles over, still gripping the table) OH MY GOD. Curly, sitting on the sofa: You okay? Jimmy, laying over the back of the sofa, bent at the waist: I am in so much pain. Curly: Maybe talk to Anya?

Jimmy sits across from Anya at her desk, looking desperate. She is smiling, unbothered.

Jimmy: I'm in so much pain and I don't know why. Help. I thought it was my appendix but I already got that taken out YEARS ago. (holds his stomach again, all caps) I can feel it in my fucking legs.... Anya: That sounds odd! I can give you painkillers, but if that doesn't work, there's not much else I can do. Jimmy: Okayyyy....

Jimmy takes the painkillers with a "thanks...." before starting to leave. Anya watches him walk out the door before lifting two fingers to her head and pointing her other hand at him, grinning with red eyes. "Period Cramp Beam" is written by her arm. Jimmy hunches over, hugging his stomach again with a groan. end ID]

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this was so relaxing and fun to draw <3 wistful sigh <3 killing him badly <3

🌸 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:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

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

Winter is coming!!!🥶💔

Imagine yourself in your home with your family in front of the heater and holding a cup of hot drink in your hand, and in contrast there is a whole city living in worn-out tents in the cold, with nothing to shelter them,

imagine the sight of children being rained on in a cloth tent at night, the tent being blown away by the strong winds, the cover they have on them is not enough,all this while you put your tent in the street, because you have no place, this is what we experienced last winter and this is what we will suffer this winter as well,

as much as you are sympathetic and we are very grateful to you for your support, but it is not as you live the feeling, we are here struggling to live, we suffered from hunger, extreme heat and insects, and now we are suffering from the cold, life has exhausted us a lot

buying a tent is no longer an easy matter,

especially since my father suffered a stroke and needs physical therapy and special care, and my mother also needs treatment because she suffers from chronic diseases,

and this is not a good place for them,

all I ask of you is your help🥺🙏

it means a lot to me, even a small donation helps save my life I am grateful to everyone, because you are my family that never left me, help me buy a new tent

I need just 20$ from each person can help me🙏🏻

My campaing ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #241 )✅️

Please take a minute and watch the video of what happened on the first day and what happened. My friend filmed the video of what we are suffering from and this is a small part of what is happening. Tents made of light pieces of cloth.

Donate to save our life 💔🙏🏻

Chuffed

Emergency: Help my family from the fierce war

Dear Humanity,

It’s autumn here but I’m pretending it’s spring in my ceramics 🌱

After my dog of 14 years passed away and a year plus of grieving, I'm starting a new chapter as a cat dad. I'm absolutely giddy for this kitty.

‘Your friends smile warmly behind you’

DONT SKIP🚨🇵🇸

Hello, my name is Jaber Mohammad Al-Dahdouh. I’m 13 years old, and I’m sharing my story of how war has taken everything from my family and me 💔😔.

gofundme.com

Donate to Hope from the Rubble, organized by jaber Al dahdoh

"Hope from the Rubble" Hello, my name is Jaber Mohammad Al-Dahdouh. I’m 13 years old, and I’m… jaber Al dahdoh needs your support for Ho

I grew up in northern Gaza, where we lived a life of comfort and love 💖🏠, all thanks to my mother, Maysaa ❤️, who has a heart condition 💔, and my father, who worked hard to provide a bright future for us 🌟👨‍👩‍👧‍👦. My siblings—Shabaan, Hanan, Ahmed, and my youngest sister Ameera, our little darling 👧💖—were my closest friends, and we shared dreams 🌈, laughter 😂, and plans for a life full of hope 🌅✨.

I was a student 📚 at the Rosary Sisters School, part of the Union of Churches. My school meant so much to me; it was more than a building 🏫. It was my second home 🏡, a place where I felt safe and happy 😊💛, surrounded by friends and childhood laughter 👦👧💫.

But in a single moment, our lives were turned upside down 💔😢. The war destroyed our home 🏠💥 and my beloved school 🏫💔, and we were forced to flee south under heavy bombing 💣💥💨. We took refuge in the Nuseirat area, hoping to find safety 🤲. Yet even there, we were not spared; fighter jets bombed ✈️💥 the very place where we had sought shelter. I witnessed family members being taken from us in that attack 🕊️😭.

I share my story today as a child who has lost almost everything: my home 🏠💔, my school 🏫🌪️, family members 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🕊️, and even my dreams 🌠. I am reaching out not only to share the pain 💔 but to search for a glimmer of hope 🌄 to help rebuild our lives.

I humbly ask for your support 🤲💖 to help me and my family through this tragedy 🕊️. My mother, Maysaa, is unwell with a heart condition 💔, and my remaining siblings and I need your support to rebuild from the devastation 🌈🌟. Your donations could be the only chance to restore a part of our hope 🕯️💖 and enable me to build a new future from the rubble 🏡✨.

gofundme.com

Donate to Hope from the Rubble, organized by jaber Al dahdoh

"Hope from the Rubble" Hello, my name is Jaber Mohammad Al-Dahdouh. I’m 13 years old, and I’m… jaber Al dahdoh needs your support for Ho

Thank you for your kindness and support ❤️🙏🌷.

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