SNEAK PEAK

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STONE🗿🗿🗿🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳

(I got way to tired to do a digital art piece so I just ended up doing this instead)

reblog if you're gay, not gay, slightly gay, or if you just want to launch donald trump into a dying star

QUESTION! HAS ANYONE EVER TRIED FRIED OREOS?! THEYRE THE BEST! I GOT THEM FROM A SUSHI RESTAURANT AND IT THE BEST!

KNOW WHAT THIS IS GONNA BE ALICE, GIDEON, AND LAGS FAVORITE DESSERT (Lag is not a ramshackle oc I just wanted to include her)

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home. No food. No clean water. No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani

Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to

Day 1, In The New World

(It was getting dark and Lag and Glitch were able to set up camp)

Glitch: (was trying to make a fire)

Lag: Can’t you just use your skin to make the fire?

Glitch: I can try… (Puts his hand on some twigs, some smoke started to form but no fire. He takes his hand back) It looks like it’s disintegrating them then making a fire… dammit…

Lag: I don’t want to sleep in the dark…

Glitch: Well deal with it kid there’s no night light out here, besides you’re 11, you’re able to handle it

Lag: Well you’re… a… a bug man!

Glitch: Kid I’ve been called worse than that… (lays down on the ground)

Lag: (Lays down on a pile of leaves) I want to go home… Our real world…

Glitch: I’m sure if we were able to go back to our “real” world, they’ll kill us the second the people see what we look like now

Lag: I want to be back at my birthday… I was about to eat cake…

Glitch: just go to sleep… Tomorrow we can go explore whatever this place is early and try to go back home

Lag: Alright, good night Glitch

Glitch: Good night Lag…

(Want a part 2?)

🙏Please donate a small amount that may save my father's life, only 48€ left to buy my father's treatment, his doctor's appointment is tomorrow, please do not ignore my message and do not hesitate to help me❤️‍🩹

Account No. 9 due to repeated deletion😭💔

✅My campaign is verified by: @gaza-evacuation-funds

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I’m still just a kid I’m sorry, I don’t have my own money but that doesn’t mean I wanna help

I want to try my best to help even if I don’t have my own money. I do hope that your father will be able to live.

I’ll try to see what I can do🙏

I hope everything will be good for you again🙏🩷

Bald stone says hi :3

ALSO I TRIED TO MAKE HIM “CURSED” ON IBIS PAINT SO THIS WAS HARD TO DO

Stone’s true form…

Okay so back at school, I was at gym and it was a free day where we do whatever we want so I just sitting near a wall drawing. Until my brain was like “hey, what if Todoroki had a fifth sibling?” So I drew it. Don’t blame me, blame my weird brain

I have art of her on my phone but I’m wondering if I should show her?

What Strength Really Means 💪

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people