offering this drawing so he'll come home in the first 10 pull
doberman femme bulldog butch what’s better than this
Babysitting Duty part 1 (feat. The Sully Siblings).
The Sully siblings got a day in the RDA coming with a full recommendation from the one and only Jake Sully to take this important task: babysitting baby Spider ( •̀∀•́ )✧ But, it might not be the same for Quaritch.
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<A little TMI ( ꙭ ).ᐟ.ᐟ - ignore if not interested>
Hello. It has been some time. I have recieved a few messages and I am SO TOUCHED that some reach out to me o̴̶̷̥᷅⌓o̴̶̷᷄ ... I miss being here too. I apologize I have not replied 🙇🏻♂️
So here is finally one I will contribute about my most favourite boy ʕ”̮ॽु⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̷̷̷ (there will be a second part).
->There are only 3 reasons I have been M.I.A. : SCHOOL and PROJECTS and PAPERS (›´-`‹ )
->But finally it is the end of school and I can do some fan stuff ٩(๑´0`๑)۶ woohoo (and hopefully the Avatar fandom is still growing and alive + **Avatar 2 coming to Disney+!! YASS Rewatch for sure!!**)
-> Thank you again for loving my boy Spider ( っ꒪⌓꒪)っ—̳͟͞͞♡. I love him to bits. I might be prone to MIA but still want to make stuff when I can ╭( ・ㅂ・)و ̑̑
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ALSO I HAVE A VISION OF A NA'VI ONESIE AND I JUST IMAGINE IF BABY SPIDER WORE IT LIKE ARGHHHHH MAH HEARTU ༼ಢ_ಢ༽
💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
Commission for vendjar1n on twtter. Crosshair and his kid, Eden (Ven's OC!). They've gone on a field expedition and she gets to spruce up her aim with the best sniper around.
i wanna see rex in between these eras. i’m talking scruffy rex, five o’clock shadow rex. why not give this man a patchy salt and pepper beard?? what is stopping us???
💧Under the blackness of the dark moon sky, Mist wades into the calm, dark waters of her hidden lagoon. Despite the impenetrable darkness, she moves through the lagoon's waters with an otherworldly grace and fluidity.
Here's a little drawing a Mist, as I experiment with a bold black canvas!
a time when things were simpler