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why is it that when I search up "evie outsiders" on ao3 I have to search to find any evie/steve (her BOYFRIEND) fanfics without it being friggin angsty OR adding sodapop as an angst factor. dont get me wrong, I love my angst and soda, but for the love of god please just let my girl be happy with her boyfriend

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

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

I’m Abdelrahman .The war stole my university, my home, and the safety of my childhood. 🏚️💔On top of all the destruction, I live every day with the pain of eczema that eats away at my body in unbearable conditions. 🩹😔Your donation is not just help… it’s life, protection, and mercy. ❤️‍🩹Please, donate and support me — even a little can make a big difference. 🙏https://gofund.me/f5feb1bb

please share their link/donate to help!!

my social skills are getting better yippeeee!!

"separate the art from the artist!" ...ok...then do it. Instead of hiding behind that phrase because you dont want to change anything how about you ACTUALLY do that?? if you're going to view/interact with/listen to their content, pirate it or watch it in a way that doesn't benefit them. dont promote their work, the phrase is meaningless if you dont actually separate it.

its 12 37 am and I am sobbing because of yet another curly fic

Dear Tumblr souls, you beautiful, strange humans—

you laugh through the pain,

you turn sadness into soft, glowing aesthetics,

you post memes in the darkest hours,

and somehow, your hearts remain warm.

When you feel someone is hurting,

you become shelter—an open hand, asking for nothing in return.

I'm not asking for pity, but right now… I need you.

I'm Kareman from Gaza 🇵🇸🌸.

*This painting was drawn by my friend Zara ❤️

I'm trying to get through what life threw at me—with an open heart ,We were displaced ,There was bombing everywhere—loud, close, terrifying ,We fled with nothing but our lives.😞💔

Our dreams have changed ,We no longer dream of tomorrow— ,our dream today… is simply to eat.

My son, Hamoud🥹, asks me, “Mama, when is dinner?”

And sometimes… I have no answer.

That kind of pain shouldn't exist in a mother's heart😭.

My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here , gaza-evacuation-funds here

If you can help🥹❤️, even a little—this is the donation link:

gofundme.com

Donate to Save Kareman Dohan's Family from Despair, organized by Zenzi Zeme

I’m Zenzi and have made this GoFundMe for my friend in Palestine and her family. H… Zenzi Zeme needs your support for Save Kareman Dohan's F

🌸Or PayPal🌸

And if you can't, sharing this could still bring us one step closer to a meal.

Thank you, deeply.🌸"

i wish cobra kai fans could be pissed off at characters for the annoying, cringy, or dumb shit they do without being hella misogynistic about it

What are some of your personal rumble fish headcanons and overall thoughts on the book? I love rumble fish sm and when I saw the post where you were like “I’m emotionally attached to rusty-James” I felt that

ty for the ask ^__^ I had mixed feelings on the motorcycle boy (probably because I relate to rusty james in some ways....) but I liked him a lot overall :)

for headcanons I dont have a lot because I read tex right after so didnt have too much time to think about it

NOTE: I haven't gotten the chance to reread it and while I was reading it I was busy with school, so let me know if any of these go against canon

-rusty james is a very light sleeper

-probably same with the motorcycle boy, but not AS much

-steve is scared of most larger or louder animals

(I will try to think of more later and make a list, ill tag you when I do)