Person: How Many Times Have You Watched Moon Knight?

THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING STAR WARS HAS EVER PUT OUT. I DON’T CARE THAT RPG BOOKS AREN’T CANON YOU WILL NEVER CONVINCE ME THAT ANYTHING IS MORE CANON THAN THIS. LOOK AT HIM. NOT ONLY STANDING ON TOP OF A SHUTTLE BUT WITH A DRAMATIC T-POSE ROBE BILLOWING IN THE WIND I AM LOSING MY SHIT BECAUSE OF COURSE OBI-WAN KENOBI WOULD WE ALL KNOW WHERE THIS DRAMATIC EDGELORD GETS IT FROM AFTER ALL

Happy Easter from God’s favorite morally-ambiguous lawyer.

Digital silence as Oscar Isaac characters!!

Ignore the fact only Nathan truly works LMAOAOA and I’m sorry by boy Llewyn isn’t in here

MOON KNIGHT🌙.*･ﾟ

Jake.

I’ve already talked about the Marc Drooling Scene but. I just. I go insane over the way Marc loses his bodily functions here. He’s so drugged up he has to put in so much effort just to get up from the chair — only to hit the ground, hard. Drooling. Writhing on the floor. Stumbling all over himself. Pupils dilated and his eyes rolling back each time he has to get up. Legs like jelly. Forcing his body to move and it’s so hard, fuck, his whole body is weighed down from the sedation. Marc’s whimpers. The soft grunts. His feet getting all crossed as he tries to put distance between himself and Dr. Harrow. The “ungh..!” each time he falls. Single-minded in his goal to break out even though he can barely think through the drugged daze. How he attempts to put command into the first “no, you stay away from me” as he crawls away from Harrow. Then — the panic rising and actual desperation in his voice as he cries out “stay away from me!!” when Harrow continues trying to placate Marc, his tone intentionally gentle. Think about how terrifying this is for Marc to experience. To lose control of his body like this. To be at Harrow’s mercy. To be bodily and mentally falling apart like this with drugs in his system. So angry, so upset. A caged animal.

They're on a rollercoaster 🎢

🌿 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.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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