Bought Some Sick Stickers Recently :D. Decorated My Headphones With Them

I hate being hyperfixated on my own OCs because theyre like all I can think of and I JUST CANT STOP TALKING ABOUT THEM AND THEN IM WORRIED THAT IM BEING ANNOYING BY DOING SO AND

AHH MY LIFE IS A STRUGGLE tbh its the same with every hyperfixation I have I just talk about it for hours and cant help myself

stupid ass bird

Damn I really REALLY want to make Razputin cosplay for this Halloween but the only aviator cap I was able to find online for sale that I can afford is made for little boys (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠). The shipping also costs 2 times more than the cap itself.

remade my trans flag bracelet

all the bracelets I've made over the last 3 days

So uhh updated my straw page and . I guess I have a fursona now. I just needed some lil guy to represent me on the internet and because I mostly draw animals and anthro stuff,the choice landed on him. I still need to draw him a proper reference sheet

ive been enjoying webfishing quite a lot lately

This is my son. Do you like him.

banana man

My Father and Brother Between Illness and War: A Call from the Heart of Pain💔

In Gaza, where the sounds of bombing mingle with the wailing of patients, and where survival becomes a daily miracle, I live between two battles whose flames never cease. The first is a war that steals everything from us, and the second is two diseases that are ravaging the two most precious people in my life: my father and my brother. 💔

My father, the man who once supported me, is now helpless in the face of a disease ravaging his body. He needs treatment, but he can't find it in a city besieged by death from every angle. He looks at me with eyes full of patience, but he doesn't hide his pain. I wish I could comfort him, tell him that everything will be okay, but how can I say that when I have no medicine or even a promise of life? Here are my father's medical reports.

As for my brother, his condition is no better. His weak body is unable to resist, and his illness worsens day by day. I see him suffering silently, trying to be strong so as not to increase my father's pain, but I see the pain in his eyes, in the trembling of his voice, in his gaze searching for hope in a city that has given nothing but despair. This is my brother's medical report.

Between war and disease, we are besieged by need. There is no medicine, no treatment, not even enough to fight this pain. I try to be strong, to cling to hope, but how can I achieve it while we are stuck in the midst of this devastation?

I hope you donate to us, even if it is a little. Help us, my friends. This is the donation link. Donate.

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Donate to A Dream Beneath the Rubble – The Story of Jory and Ju, organized by MAZEN ALSHAWA

In the heart of devastated Gaza, amidst the ruins of a house… MAZEN ALSHAWA needs your support for A Dream Beneath the Rubble – The St

I am not writing these words to complain, but rather because perhaps they will reach a living heart, a person who still believes that helping others is the greatest thing a person can do. My father and brother need nothing more than a chance for treatment, a helping hand, a heart that feels what we are experiencing here.

I write these words with a heart filled with fear, but I still believe that goodness has not died, and that there are those who will hear this call and extend a helping hand to us at a time when we need mercy most.