I Wonder If Authors Ever Look At Fan Theories For Ideas On How To Fix Plot Holes

me when I remember that johnny canonically has straight hair and not curly hair and thus my silly drawings technically are uncanon

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GANG the closet is nonexistent my dad and step mom just asked me to be a groomsman for their wedding and I was trying SO hard to act like I wasn't giddy with joy

My name is Mohammed, and I am writing to you from Gaza, where my family and I have lost our home, our dreams, and our sense of safety. We now live in a small, cold tent, with hunger and fear as constant companions. My children—Iman, Hala, Hisham, and Osama—are growing up without warmth, security, or the simple joys every child deserves.

I am not asking for financial help; instead, I simply ask you to share our story. A small gesture—a post, a reblog, or even a mention—could connect us with people who can make a difference.

With your help, we can raise awareness about the difficult circumstances so many families face in Gaza and give my children, and others like them, hope for a brighter tomorrow. Together, we can make an impact.

With endless gratitude, 🌹 Mohammed & Family 🌹

im so sorry about your situation, I hope you can get the help you need.

anyone who sees this, PLEASE share or donate to them

🌸 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:

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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

Hello, I am Diyya from Gaza 🇵🇸 We are now under siege and heavy bombing is above our heads, our neighbors have just been bombed and lost their lives, we want to escape and survive death, please help us and donate what you can, I beg you save my old mother who can't walk and my little sisters, I need $300 for evacuation fees urgently, please donate $50 or as much as you can 😭💔

If you can't afford it, please donate what you can 😭🙏

please help them evacuate by donating or sharing their link!!

a girl in my math class complimented my art style when I was drawing mark from twttin instead of notes AAAAAAAHHHHH

Please, please, look at my donation campaign and help me. I have newborn children and my son Ahmed needs treatment. He is a heart patient and suffers from two holes in the heart. He needs help and treatment. We do not have money and we are stuck in Egypt because of the Gaza war. My wife and I lost my jobs and there is no source of income. I would like you to help. To care for my children and provide the necessary treatment for my child Ahmed, please donate even a little thing to save my child’s life

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darry is balding young because LOOK AT HIM

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