Simon🥹ma boi
Once again, in AWE at the sheer talent people in this tiny fandom possess—
I found a drawing I made back in January abt ch.8 and i never finished it cause I was scared of coloring it 😔
I’ll may color it ,digitally, someday :3 (most probably not)
So real
acting like a victim
Decided to start like three weeks ago, finished it last weekend, and can confirm my life has been ruined /pos
i think i'm about to start watching hannibal and i think it's going to ruin my life
Maria and her little alien brother sketchbook dump from the last few weeks
Minor spoilers for Sonic 3 ig
OC stufffffff (you’ll see more of this girl as I post more of my art)
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you? And find nourishment at the very sight of you?
Lil comic thing I finished like a week ago (but started months back🤪)
Mha ending inspired me (I have yet to ever post for this ship, and it’s very special to me)
Be prepared—my interests aren’t normal or consistent || she/her || 20 || 🇺🇸🇨🇷
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