Some TADC doodles.
*does the anime character with glasses thing*
Mabel could probably drink bleach and be fine. Dipper meanwhile would probably have to be rushed to the hospital if he took 1 too many ibuprofen
Edit: since this now has 2k notes for some reason, i implore you to go check out the rest of my art and doodles, most of which rarely make it past 100
Edit 2: 3k notes hey what the heck
Edit 3: 4k notes is wild for something I rushed during my lunch break between classes
late night Killer doodle in Notes
Killer belongs to Rahafwabas
has anyone figured out how to be a real person yet
PLEASE check out the original post by the genius @jellybeanjo and the insanely funny replies made by everyone. Genuinely one of the best gf posts ever made.
Reblogs by @jellybeanjo, @aroace-get-out-of-my-face, @coldbronzemoon and myself :D
Susie Campbell! She's quite a gal :p
(The first drawing was before I had a solid twisted Alice design, ack!)
A clip from BATDR, too! :D
Tune in! Lord knows I'm making more as we speak 😅
these are my mutuals. they know who they are
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:
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.
Hiiiiiyyaaa fellas!
First post on Tumblr! Have a flower <333
:3
papyrus meets the bad sanses (for let papyrus say fuck day)
please click for better quality i didn't see how blurry tumblr made the text oh god
[ Cosmo/Cosmic preferred but feel free to call me whatever . He/they . Eng/Pol . Just a Silly Little Guy :3 ]
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