nightydraws - my little madness
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Another Redraw :b

Another Redraw :b

Another redraw :b

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7 months ago
Image of a distressed-looking person with curly hair in the front window of a trolley, framed by red text that reads "we all know about the trolley problem." The words "trolley problem" appear to be dripping with blood.
Red text that reads "An impossible scenario of life and death: who do you kill? One innocent orphan boy, or a group of wanted criminals?" accompanied by a drawing of split tracks with an orphan boy on the left and a row of criminals on the right. They are all tied with ropes.
Red text that reads "Your elderly grandma? Or a child you don't know?" On the left is a drawing of a curly-haired smiling old woman, and on the right is a black-haired grinning child. Both have a red, dripping hole in the center of their chests.
Red text that reads "we see it when we vote," then a drawing of a bloody hand with a pen above a ballot. The options are "Dr. Evil" and "Cruella D." The red text continues, "when we buy," with a drawing of another bloody hand holding red-stained cash.
A drawing of a woman lying in bed looking up at her hands as they drip with blood, framed by red text that reads "we dream of it in visions of the apocalypse."
A drawing of a person clutching their own hands, once again covered in blood. A red, dripping "X" is on their chest, and their face is splattered with red as well. They look deeply haunted, and they are surrounded by black scribbly shading. "But at some point," the red text reads, "when we are tired of choosing who deserves to be spared, it becomes relevant to ask..."
A red background behind drawings of faceless people in black suits and white ties, only differentiated by head and facial hair. In the foreground is a fist at someone's side, dripping with blood onto doubly carved-in red text that reads, "who is tying people to the tracks?"

the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.


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7 months ago

Before the war, after I left Gaza for Germany, I used to call my dad almost everday and tell him about my day. He would tell me how everyone else was doing and say that Salah,my little nephew, kept asking where I was.

Now, I hardly ever reach my parents or any of my siblings.I don't think Salah even remembers who I am any more as he struggles to carry water containers. I always find myself agonizing and wondering if I'll ever meet my family again, whether the newborns will see me one day and know that their uncle longs to hold them in his arms.

Every time I look at my dad's picture in our home, smiling and surrounded by his grandchildren, it breaks my heart into a million pieces. The house he dreamed the kids would grow up in was leveled to the ground in a split second. Nothing is left, not even both his shoe shops where he worked so hard to build a future for us all. My siblings are unable to work or finish their studies. There are no schools left for the children. There is no proper food, water, or sanitation, no life; only death and rubble all around.

Before The War, After I Left Gaza For Germany, I Used To Call My Dad Almost Everday And Tell Him About
Before The War, After I Left Gaza For Germany, I Used To Call My Dad Almost Everday And Tell Him About
Before The War, After I Left Gaza For Germany, I Used To Call My Dad Almost Everday And Tell Him About
Before The War, After I Left Gaza For Germany, I Used To Call My Dad Almost Everday And Tell Him About

When my brother sent me a photo of my dad lighting a fire, he still had that same old smile on his face. I was relieved to see him somewhat hopeful but it broke my heart even more. My father is the most resilient and hard-working man I've ever known. He always supported us in whatever we wanted to achieve. His only hope was that his grandkids would grow up safely and happily in their home. He never complained from work and taught us the true meaning of sacrifice and perseverance. Instead of living peacefully with his family, he, the kids, and everyone else have to endure life in a makeshift tent,God knows for how much longer, while their lives are constantly threatened by airstrikes, starvation, and disease. No child, elder, or adult should go through such hardships for this long.

As the injustice persists, we only find solace and hope because the free people of this world are still standing with us. Please continue to support us any way you can. I don't even have the words any more to say how grateful I am to everyone. You have already done so much for us but we need you now more than ever.

Please donate if you can and reblog as many times as possible.

Before The War, After I Left Gaza For Germany, I Used To Call My Dad Almost Everday And Tell Him About
Before The War, After I Left Gaza For Germany, I Used To Call My Dad Almost Everday And Tell Him About
Before The War, After I Left Gaza For Germany, I Used To Call My Dad Almost Everday And Tell Him About
Before The War, After I Left Gaza For Germany, I Used To Call My Dad Almost Everday And Tell Him About
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7 months ago

hwahahahahah tpom ship week day 2 except it's already over

(TW: GUNSHOT BOMB AND FIGHTING NOISES)


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7 months ago

You're free to start it whenever u want =w=

The only possible deadline would be the end of the summer. However, if you'd want to make a piece for it later, feel free to do it =w=

Hi guys, does the Tpom ShipWeek has a deadline or it's totally free to start the dynamic whenever? I've seen some nice fanarts, but I'm not much up to the when the sequence started. Could someone please explain me??


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