~Trash~

Tried foreshortening and found a reference I thought was perfect for this guy. I’ve been cooking him up for awhile and finally did a proper drawing

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

 A Mother’s Message

Happy tdov to people who don’t want to pass

Happy tdov to non-binary and gender queer people who aren’t androgynous

Happy tdov to masculine trans fems and feminine trans mascs

Happy tdov to anyone and everyone who falls under the trans umbrella, even if you’re not out yet

reblog if youre older than ao3

Noor doesn't want to die burned in the tents. She must live like the rest of the children in the world. Please help her by donating at the link gfm🙏😭💔

@90-ghost @nabulsi

I just farted