Update-reread Most Of That Was Then, This Is Now While On A Plane

"My name is Samed… and this is my story."

My name is Samed. I’m 23 years old. I was born into this world without a father—I grew up an orphan, searching for safety in the arms of my mother and siblings. We are a simple family: my mother, two sisters, two brothers, and me. We tried to stay strong, just like my name means—Samed, the one who endures.

We’ve been collecting pieces of loss day after day. The first deep wound came when my brother Jihad was killed. His martyrdom felt like a knife in the heart. We tried to stay strong—for him, for my mother, and for the ones still with us.

But I didn’t know that Jihad’s loss wouldn’t be the last…

In a single moment, without warning, a missile struck our home. The house we built with love and patience—the shelter from all life’s pain—was turned into rubble. And in the middle of that destruction… my sister Alaa was there.

She didn’t make it out.

Alaa—her voice still echoes in my ears. Her laughter fills every corner of my memory. Her face never leaves me. She died under the rubble, and a part of me died with her. Now, there's nothing left of our home… only pain, emptiness, and memories that burn more than the fire itself.

Today, I, Samed—the orphaned young man who lost his brother, his sister, and his home—have only these words to cry out with:

Please help us. Support us. For my mother, for my surviving siblings, for the dignity we are still trying to hold on to.

We are not just numbers in the news. We are souls who dreamed. Families who built a future on hope and resilience.

We need your voice. Your hearts. Your hands—to lift us from under the rubble and back into life.

https://gofund.me/d80c4cad

filling out an expression chart with PONYBOY pt. 2

i felt like this one could've been exaggerated more for practice, but I just dont see ponyboy being the type to naturally have exaggerated facial expressions

sorry this took so long I've been busy

i personally think this one is an improvement im still experimenting with the no eye whites purely because my art style looks too disney ish if I add it and im working on it

darry is balding young because LOOK AT HIM

he also has a cowlick soooo it makes sense he will bald

reblogging because not enough people realize that sandy is a teenage girl, only around sixteen years old. similar to sylvia, cheating is bad, but shes objectively A child and we dont have a lot of context as to how or why this happened.

cheating sucks but she also isn't a terrible person for it, she is redeemable. we have very, very little explanation of how and why she cheated, and with whom. im not going to go too deep into this, but there is also the possibility, like with sylvia, that she may have been violated and considering how that topic is treated and the fact that it is the 60s in tulsa, it would make sense for her to have lied or for someone else to.

but if she did actually cheat, shes still just a kid and while I feel awful for sodapop, she isn't a terrible person.

Defending Sandy with my whole soul against the outsiders fandom

cherry is so beautiful and thus SO FREAKING HARD TO DRAW in a way that fits my vision of her

🌸 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

i wish that more people remembered that ponyboy is canonically well built. sure, he isn't darry, but he has been described as having a good build for his size both by himself and others. he is on the shorter side, but he isn't scrawny. artists, PLEASE give my boy some meat on his bones he ain't that little stop twinkifying him I beg of you.

why is it so hard to draw johnny without making him look like a futch lesbian

i hate when I call a male celebrity (ralph macchio)(80s) little and then remember I am literally five foot three/160 cm and I can NOT be talkin

note to self: do NOT run the 400m if you plan on running others, it will fuck up literally all of the other events