JOSEPH FANART !!!! ough fav jojo (ig @ hugsfromvia)
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Astrology doesn't seem to work.
literally listening to this rnπ
hi tumblr this isnβt based on anyone in particular or any recent events,, just some spiderman fanart ! :)
What you should be asking is how is his guitar not falling when they are literally upside-down
Answer: Hobie hates laws so much he's subconsciously able to break the Laws of Physics if it threatens his aesthetic.
His suspenders also do not move.
Animation error? Hammerspace? Nah I just hc he has Infinite Coolness as a legit ability. There's no other explanation he's just That Cool.
"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." π΅πΈπππΌ
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. π΅πΈβ³π
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. ποΈπ¨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gazaβs scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. ππ₯
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone byβ¦ about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heartβa hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. ππ‘β¨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeatπ΅πΈππΏ
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" π
Lots of thoughts recently. Everything feels plastic.
I could go on and on about why all that AI "art" is bad. I could mention theft, lack of creativity, it's impact on the work field and environment, but countless people have already said all that. I wanted to touch on something that to me is the most utterly wrong about all of it.
Art is more than just something pretty to look at or listen to. It's therapeutic. It's a form of communication. A tool for human connection. It's a pure, human need.
Support real artists βοΈ
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Cops are trained to be bad. Anyone who insists on being good is not welcome.