People Saying My Younger Sibling Looks Like Me?? Is That A...rumble Fish Reference???

i occasionally wonder if more girls would like me if I was a cis guy (still looking the same). I pass pretty well but since most girls I know see me as a girl, that doesn't really matter. The only people that have had crushes on me (what im aware of) were lesbians. And so I wonder, if girls saw me as a guy, would more like me? I'm not interested in a relationship though, just a thought.

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.

bro I was just looking for a sylvia fic and found the most GUT WRENCHING dally fic every im crying

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

I DONT WANNA GO TO TRACK PRACTICE IN SEVEN HOURS FUCK THIS

words cannot describe how much I love artists who draw Ponyboy like an actual 14 year old he's the age of a middle schooler im so sick of people forgetting that

Please donate for me. We are suffering greatly and cannot find food. Everything is expensive. Please help me. 🙏🥺https://gofund.me/f5feb1bb

please help them if you can!!

🌸 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

gang am I stupid I dont get the Mark (that was then, this is now) slander I saw Bryon as being in the wrong

do I just not have media literacy?? I dont get some of the mark hate I dont think he did much wrong other than being rude to cathy but also I read the book in segments that were a bit far apart and might need to reread it. the drug thing SEEMED justified and I liked mark

#thatwasthenthisisnow #mark #help

the sigh of relief I let out after reading the ending of tex and it WASN'T gut wrenchingly painful was pretty much the highlight of my week