Oh My LORD I Love Cowboy Designs So Much Thank You For Combining Two Of My Obsessions Your Art Is Beautiful

darry is balding young because LOOK AT HIM

he also has a cowlick soooo it makes sense he will bald

its 12 37 am and I am sobbing because of yet another curly fic

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

the sigh of relief I let out after reading the ending of tex and it WASN'T gut wrenchingly painful was pretty much the highlight of my week

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...

why are the boys at my school getting WORSE?? normally its just the "my friend like you" which is mildly annoying but it isn't the worst but its now escalated to sexual stuff tf?? I was literally js walking to the bathroom and a group of boys kept calling out to me saying their friend wanted to fuck me?? and then in PE these guys kept following this girl and saying shit like "he said he wants to eat you out on your period!" WHAT. Ik I said this in a lighthearted way but seriously this is gross, stop.

i just found out my friends absolute asshole of a mom got the see the outsiders musical before me

fuck the universe

this is war

"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.

Today, I, Samed—the orphaned young man who lost his brother, his sister, and his home—have only these words to cry out with:

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

We are not just numbers in the news. We are souls who dreamed. Families who built a future on hope and resilience.

We need your voice. Your hearts. Your hands—to lift us from under the rubble and back into life.

https://gofund.me/d80c4cad

soo im trying to do theater as my elective and maybeeee try out for the musical too but the thing is, I would really hate to play a girl role but that would likely be my only chance at a role other than a background character because while I can make my talking voice boyish, I can't do that with singing

me when I remember that johnny canonically has straight hair and not curly hair and thus my silly drawings technically are uncanon