Oh my...
(Just to add to the atmosphere, listen to Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce and read the verses below like the lyrics)
“The man of two minds and two voices
Who’s not in control of his sight,
Skin is gilded with scars, yellow tainting his thoughts, he stands tall,
Always ready to fight;
Can he make it through one more journey
With death, like a shadow, close by?
He’s been there before, Fate is taking his hand,
And then, they will dance one last time.”
Rewriting lyrics for a podcast…am I hyperfixating on it a little too much??? Nope👁️👁️ there’s no such thing as “a little too much”, it’s always “not enough”
Close-ups!! (Because I really like the fingerprints-)
regular jon sims tuesday
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:
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.
Ughhshshggggsggsgg
Hear ye hear ye... zaun Viktor!
I saw this post by @misforvendetta , which inspired me to work on something I already had in mind. This of course is a personal interpretation, I like every zaun Viktor designs I come across. This was so fun to draw, I might do more in the future.
The general concept is that he works at Benzo's shop and finds Jayce there, who is trying to buy cheaper products for his research. Hence why his crutch and brace stay the same, Jayce still builds them for him. I am well aware he used a cane when Powder was still a child, I just added her later bc I thought it was cute (she deserves a cool uncle she can make inventions with) and didn't have enough energy to fix the whole thing, my hand was hurting like a bitch.
Here are two close ups:
I'm going to make a game
If anyone's interested and has some experience with coding, design, anything else that could help, or wants to be part of this project, feel free to dm me or comment below!
This will be a tma-based non-profit game, so keep that in mind (there will be spoilers!!)
...
Also, if anyone wants to learn some python, I'll be sharing a Google Colab file soon. Again, if you're interested, dm me! (The file has a lot of fun references to tma and tmagp Season 1, so be prepared for that)
Jon and Martin but less traumatized
a "murder she wrote" night
"Murder she wrote" is a detective drama about a writer Jessica Fletcher who solves crimes. BUT SHE ALSO ALWAYS TURNS OUT RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE CRIME SCENES, WHAT A COINCIDENT
Hey world, can you see our pain and feel our hunger?! Fear, death, famine, siege, suffering, oppression, silence of the world?!! I am calling your humanity to do whatever you can to ease our pain Talk about us and don't leave us alone We are not okay, please dont forget us and stand with us by donating or reblogging to amplify our voices 🙏🏻
( Don’t forget, this is reality—we are not in a dream )
Don't forget us—do something, anything! Share, donate, like—just help us survive.
>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at (#291) Momen & his family
Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people
Well fucks? Get to it!