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posting this kinda late, but happy birthday to arthur and muffy!!🥳🎂

arthur is technically 50 years old this year because marc brown published arthur's nose in 1976. it's wild that he's been around for so long! i haven't posted any fanart in ages, so i made this to celebrate. i probably should've drawn something in february since that's when the book was published, but arthur's birthday works too haha

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. 💚

Hating BTP because it appears to be poorly made and is super surreal isn’t a valid reason to hate it you’re just shallow and there’s evidence to prove your elitist asses that you’re plain Wrong rubs hands together Yessss you guys are idiots

Rumen Petkov and his team were perfectly capable of creating smoother, neater animation, like how he is known to have worked on Cow and Chicken and Hey Arnold, but they didn’t. It was a stylistic choice

It was also intended to be segmented into short films so the way we’re watching it on YouTube isn’t correct. On the VHS the movie is split into segments and you can’t watch them all together at once. They weren’t made to be watched back to back in the same video so that’s why there’s such sudden shifts in scenes

“Gremlins” (1984)

🎅This month, I’ll be posting Christmas movies recommended to me on IG. Normally, I post my movie fanart on Mondays, but I decided to shift by a day and share it today, on Christmas Eve! 🎄✨

「グレムリン」 (1984)

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