i hate when I call a male celebrity (ralph macchio)(80s) little and then remember I am literally five foot three/160 cm and I can NOT be talkin
it fuels me that s.e. hinton put chocolate milk in more than one of her books, I love chocolate milk
got through like 5/7 of it because I wasn't wearing my contacts and my eyes hurt. I somewhat understand a BIT of the mark hate but I feel like if you hate mark WHY NOT BRYON??? idk I might be immature or something but still bryon pmo and mark is my son.
ty kyuru tho for helping me w understanding mark a bit more even though I will NEVER turn on my child like that
#sehinton #thatwasthenthisisnow #bryonandmark #mark
đź’¬ Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
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.
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 am SO tired of sylvia haters omfg like yes, she cheated on dally and cheating is wrong. BUT DID YOU NOT READ ANY PART WITH DALLY IN IT?? im not saying he beat her up or anything but he was not the best boyfriend either. There are a bajillion reasons she could've done it that are justified and even just "dally is a dick" is fine too.
and lets be real here, sylvia probably has a shit life I mea shes dating dally that's gotta say something. Its unlikely shes got a tonna money money and there is probably a reason she wants dally even though he's the way he is and it isn't great.
ALSO SHES A FUCKING CHILD??? people are honestly SO harsh on the Outsiders girls for cheating like yes its wrong but its a literal child who has probably been through and seen some shit I know she hurt your favorite character, but you HAVE to see past that and view the girl as her OWN person, not just as *male characters* chick who hurt him.
and yes, this applies to Sandy too.
honestly so much of the sylvia hate is ridiculous because LOOK at her boyfriend that you adore and tell me shes worse.
if I can find it ill repost this REALLY great post where someone detailed sylvias potential reasons for cheating and her relationship with dallas.
i will defend the S.E. Hinton girls with my life.
note to self: do NOT run the 400m if you plan on running others, it will fuck up literally all of the other events
I made bread from scratch for the first time today and even though its not the most delicious thing I've ever tasted, im pretty proud of myself since ive never baked anything before and I did it myself :D
im planning on filling out one of those expression charts for the OUTSIDERS characters so can anyone who sees this pick which character I should do first?? ty ^__^
i love curly shepard so much I haven't drawn him because I need to perfect his design. Its very important to me.
#1 sylvia (outsiders) defender and fanI accept art and yap reqs but I might not get to them all. If you have one please use asks instead of commenting or messaging me :p
135 posts