Dont Talk To Me Im Busy Writing A Love Letter For 200m Races

POTENTIAL SYLVIA DESIGNS!!!

with eye makeup

without

ive already figured out the base of it but im trying to figure out her main hairstyle, outfit, and how she does her makeup.

oh and the hair is simplified in this but I'd imagine naturally its about 2c-3b curly in the curly one

if y'all have any ideas or preferences, let me know im open to hearing them since im still figuring out her design

due to most of my current interests having mostly male characters I have unfortunately developed more attraction to men than I initially thought for had, which is scary because men are scary.

on the bright side im deathly afraid of starting a relationship before at least 16

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.

"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.

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Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child🥺

My son Mohammed is in critical condition after being shot by Israeli drones. He has been taken to the operating ⛺️ and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.

🚨URGENT🚨

Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child🥺

My son Mohammed is in critical condition after being shot by Israeli drones. He has been taken to the operating ⛺️ and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.

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why is it that when I search up "evie outsiders" on ao3 I have to search to find any evie/steve (her BOYFRIEND) fanfics without it being friggin angsty OR adding sodapop as an angst factor. dont get me wrong, I love my angst and soda, but for the love of god please just let my girl be happy with her boyfriend

Hello, I am Diyya from Gaza 🇵🇸 We are now under siege and heavy bombing is above our heads, our neighbors have just been bombed and lost their lives, we want to escape and survive death, please help us and donate what you can, I beg you save my old mother who can't walk and my little sisters, I need $300 for evacuation fees urgently, please donate $50 or as much as you can 😭💔

If you can't afford it, please donate what you can 😭🙏

please donate or share their link to help them evacuate!!

this is a more serious post and vague TW for suicide

does anyone have any advice on how to help someone who is suicidal/get them to not kts? the person who is the reason im making this post isn't CURRENTLY trying to end it but they were a few months ago and I feel like it won't be the last time. I tried my best to help them last time and get them to keep living and they did but looking back on it I said a few insensitive things in an attempt to keep them alive and other than that spent the whole week-ish period just begging them to not do it and I want to know how I can help if/when it happens again. Ive dealt with suicidal thoughts/impulses in the past, (i dont have them really now dw) but they've never gotten to the level where I'd consider myself suicidal as I've never attempted or fully wanted to follow through with it, more just a struggle to find meaning or purpose so I dont fully know what it feels like and I want to help.

sorry this one is a bit heavier than usual but I was thinking about them and wanted to be a bit more prepared for future incidents.

take care <3

canon actually

Johnny/Curly...Jurly…you wanna draw Jurly so bad

this is probably the most you’ll get out of me

why is it that I notice the slightest changes in my friends behavior and use that to come to the conclusion that they hate me but then mess up on social cues that are apparently obvious