Cherry And Soda Silly

BRO I was dropping off my science project this morning at my science teachers classroom with my friend and the teacher wasn't in there yet so as we were walking off I said to my friend "hurry up im scared of Mr smith" and then my teacher spawned in front of me and I ran away as fast as possible and he looked at my friend like tf??

ngl im scared of most extreme matt dillon stans

due to most of my current interests having mostly male characters I have unfortunately developed more attraction to men than I initially thought for had, which is scary because men are scary.

on the bright side im deathly afraid of starting a relationship before at least 16

filling out an expression chart with PONYBOY part 1

and by extension ponyboy design reveal :p

i think this is one of my few drawing where I felt I sorta gave the trad sketch justice, im pretty proud of it. I was just experimenting with my style, not sure if I prefer it with or without eye whites.

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Children in Gaza are losing their limbs every day—just like the little girl in this heartbreaking photo. The war has stolen their futures, their mobility, and their right to live in peace. My own son, Qais, is just two years old. He was injured in an airstrike, and I cannot afford the medical treatment he desperately needs. As a mother with no income, I beg you—PLEASE HELP US. Your donation could be the reason Qais walks again.

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i feel like as a kid Ponyboy was one of those kids who was ALWAYS skeptical of Santa Claus, even if no-one ever told him and thus felt the need to tell other kids that Santa wasn't real so that more people would know the truth, but ended up just upsetting a ton of kids and causing arguments.

ponyboy absolutely ruined some six year olds childhood (as a six year old) because he went on a rant about all of the reasons Santa isn't real

"Today, I pulled my sister’s body out from under the rubble with my own hands—after more than 178 days buried beneath it…

It’s a moment I will never forget. The pain is indescribable, and the grief is heavier than I can bear 😔💔

We have nothing left—no home 🏚️, no safety, not even the means to bury our loved ones with dignity ⚰️😢

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"My name is Samed… and this is my story."

My name is Samed. I’m 23 years old. I was born into this world without a father—I grew up an orphan, searching for safety in the arms of my mother and siblings. We are a simple family: my mother, two sisters, two brothers, and me. We tried to stay strong, just like my name means—Samed, the one who endures.

We’ve been collecting pieces of loss day after day. The first deep wound came when my brother Jihad was killed. His martyrdom felt like a knife in the heart. We tried to stay strong—for him, for my mother, and for the ones still with us.

But I didn’t know that Jihad’s loss wouldn’t be the last…

In a single moment, without warning, a missile struck our home. The house we built with love and patience—the shelter from all life’s pain—was turned into rubble. And in the middle of that destruction… my sister Alaa was there.

She didn’t make it out.

Alaa—her voice still echoes in my ears. Her laughter fills every corner of my memory. Her face never leaves me. She died under the rubble, and a part of me died with her. Now, there's nothing left of our home… only pain, emptiness, and memories that burn more than the fire itself.

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Please help us. Support us. For my mother, for my surviving siblings, for the dignity we are still trying to hold on to.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVEEEEE

presents are cooking but its 7 pm here and I dont want to be late since they might be a few hours late...

people saying my younger sibling looks like me?? is that a...rumble fish reference???