Pinned
let’s hope he doesn’t sue me for this. get it here
our first look at Phoenix Murphy: alone at a bar, whisky, red neon light, metal plate in her jaw, hard silver jewelry, leather jacket and stompy boots
our first look at Nikki Sousa: a bit of a slut, raspberry vodka, green neon light, bullet-shaped hole in his hip, dangly gold earring, white tshirt and denim jeans
and they are transgender lesbians if you even care
<3 character who needs to feel everything all the time, because dissociating scares the hell out of them, but their trauma response to disaster is to go blank in a very frightening and vulnerable way
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character who needs to dissociate all the time, because reality scares the hell out of them, but their trauma response to disaster is precise, immediate, and absolutely ruthless reaction <3
public badass, secret loser
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secret badass, public loser
<3 character who needs to feel everything all the time, because dissociating scares the hell out of them, but their trauma response to disaster is to go blank in a very frightening and vulnerable way
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character who needs to dissociate all the time, because reality scares the hell out of them, but their trauma response to disaster is precise, immediate, and absolutely ruthless reaction <3
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. 💔
My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting for—my three younger brothers.
🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they don’t have to endure the pain we’ve faced. 🔹 Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed. 🔹 And the youngest? He doesn’t have big dreams yet—he just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.
But how do you rebuild a life when there’s nothing left to start with?
🏡 We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope. Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.
💙 This is where you come in. I’m not asking for much—just a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.
🙏 Will you help us rebuild? Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—hope does. Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨
Tangle [2025]
You should only write in present tense with extreme caution.
not because it's bad or anything but because if you do it even once you're going to be editing the bits where you shifted tenses out of your writing for the rest of your life
if u write in present tense enough times in a row, you can switch this problem around & get confused when your present-tense narrator is talking abt something that happened in Their past. I recommend this bc it keeps u on ur toes
guys i made my first blackout poetry
^^^
what is it they put in the hardware store to make it smell so good
This picture is so holy and gentle to me
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc