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Tw: This entire post is me just bitching about the ab*se I'm going through. Don't like it? Then scroll

Oh, how I "love" being emotionally abused, which is the hardest form of abuse to prove in court. I have an abundance of clothing at my father's house that is way too big for me because his girlfriend has decided to project her issues onto me. I’m talking about 2X shirts and 38-waist pants when I have never been that size. For reference, a men’s small is baggy on me, and I wear 32s, and that's after losing about 20 pounds. By the way, my prior weight gain was caused by stress from them. When I first met this horrifying woman, she changed everything in our father's home. We weren’t allowed to help in the kitchen; we couldn’t even be in there while she was cooking her disgusting food. For a while, she was feeding us some sort of mystery meat (I still have no clue what it was). There was a set snack time, and keep in mind my older sister was around 14-15, my brother was about 12-13, and I was 10-11. The snacks were always under-ripe or over-ripe fruit. We were no longer allowed to have snacks in general unless it was during that set snack time or while watching a movie. Some of these rules have relaxed over time, but she is still making my father's life a living hell (which, don’t get me wrong, he totally deserves). However, it creates an awful environment to be around.

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Sorry, I kinda forgot my online presence exists, hence why I've been basically dead to the world. With some of my closest friends and my older brother graduating and getting to play in the band for the graduation ceremony, to just general life chaos before my summer extracurriculars(marching band) starts up again. So have this art dump before I disappear off the face of the earth again. You're gonna see some heavy style variants, cause I don't stick to one style, why would I do that? I'm also in the process of creating portraits for people who have graduated and are leaving me behind *cries in upcoming junior＼(~ロ~)\*

Side note: yes that is my ugly mug in the last photo all the to the right, pls ignore me I'm also creating a portrait for my section (go trumpets!)

[frogitt]

A little bit of a vent also pictures of me cause it's kinda relevant

I'm kinda just whining about not passing but I just need someone to listen so 🤷

All these photos are a bit dated cause I don't take many (good) pictures of myself due to dysphoria and facial dysmorphia. According to most of my friends, I pass, but I still get called "she" quite often by school staff or other adults in my life. Is there just a discrepancy in their perspectives, am I just an "effeminate" guy? As a side note, 9 times out of 10, I'm misgendered; it's not with any malicious intent; however, my grandmother is a different story.

The second and third pictures are from when I was in my school's one-acts from February(like what I said, I don't take many pictures of myself.) Hence the makeup and the outfit.

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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

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Should I upload her and color her?

I'm considering it, but like idk🤷

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Random thing I wrote at like 3am

So if this is horrendous, I understand. Honestly, I accept criticism with open arms cause I fell off from writing cause life got busy

TW'S⚠️

- Suicidal ideation

- Physical altercation/violence

- Verbal and emotional abuse

- Smoking (underage characters)

- Emotional distress

- Anger outbursts

- Toxic friendship dynamics

- Themes of hopelessness/trapped feelings

The two, Kai and Simon, sneaked away behind the school's main building and hopped the fence. Kai didn't want to walk out through the main gate, not to get caught by teachers. The pair went behind old and rusty garages covered with graffiti. Simon pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, offering him one. Kai took it, and lit it right away, inhaling the smoke as he leaned his back against the garage wall.

Are you really going to enlist in the army when you turn 18?" He asked after a longer moment of silently smoking the cigarette.

"Yeah, literally the day after my birthday," Simon said. "Can't wait. Can't wait to get out of this shithole."

Kai nodded quietly, staring at the cigarette burning slowly between his fingers.

'But what about me?' He thought to himself bitterly. "Damn leaving me behind?" Kai jokingly pushes Simon's shoulder

Simon exhaled a cloud of tobacco smoke, looking at Kai with half-lidded eyes as he pushed him on the shoulder.

"I'm not going to drag your ass around with me like a damn puppy," he said dryly. "I'm not your damn boyfriend or anything." He added.

"And I don't wanna be government property, so to each their own" Kai teased

Simon shrugged and took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nose. "Well, I sure as hell don't want to spend my life in this god-forsaken town, surrounded by nothing but people I hate and shitty memories."

He looked at Kai blankly. "And you can't go with me. There's no way in hell I'm dragging your ass all the way across the country with me. You'll find another guy to cling to. You'll be fine without me."

Kai sighed before hopping up to his feet. "Well then, make sure to make it back for when I hit the big stage"

"You're not making it to the big stage," he stated, a smug smile on his lips.

Kai stood in front of him, speaking cheerfully. "Well, I've been getting better and better roles in theater; I have potential, I think; I just need someone to recognize it and see all the effort I put in, and it'll all pay off someday."

Simon watched Kai pace back and forth, a small smirk still hanging on his lips. He knew he was passionate about theater, but he also knew it was a long shot; you could have as much talent as you wanted, but without connections, there is no way of getting anywhere.

"You're naïve," he said matter-of-factly. "Do you even know what the odds are?"

"Horrible, considering I have zero connections. I just need to get out of this town, it's suffocating me." Kai admitted with a shaky tone

Simon nodded. "You're so damn optimistic it's almost endearing," he said sarcastically.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the dirt and crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall. "You know you're not gonna make it out. No way in hell you're getting out of this town, and no way you're making it big."

Kai scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh, but you get to? Why do you get to leave, and I'm the one supposedly trapped here? What if it's the other way 'round, huh?"

Simon huffed and rolled his eyes. "You're not exactly a catch, are you? Let’s be honest. I'm in great shape, I'm smart, and I'm a hell of a lot more charming than you. I know how to work people, and I can get whatever the hell I want. You're just some theatre geek who never really made a connection anywhere."

He smirked. "Face it, the odds are stacked against you."

I kicked an old can in his direction. "Of course, the odds are stacked against me; the entire universe seems to be against me." Kai lamented

Simon sidestepped the can in time, watching it clatter across the ground, before looking at him.

"You're so damn whiny," he said, rolling his eyes. "The universe isn't against you, it just doesn't care about you. You're not that important, you know."

Kai growled into my hands in frustration. "Just shut up already" he exclaimed, barreling towards Simon, knocking him to the ground and beating on his chest

Simon didn't even have time to react. He hit the dirt, and before he could process what was happening Kai had already climbed on top of him, slamming his fists against his chest in a wild rage. He grabbed him by the wrists, looking up at him.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped, trying to hold his hands down.

"Why are you such an ass, you constantly talk about how you're getting out the moment you turn 18, well I'm getting out of this godforsaken town, dead or alive"

That last part, he knew, probably wasn't an exaggeration. Kai had mentioned suicidal ideation and thoughts before, but he always blew it off, hoping in the back of his mind, that it was just a joke.

"You can't be serious," Simon said, his voice hushed.

"Fucking try me, Simon" Kai growled, frustration boiling just beneath the surface of his usually calm exterior. His fists were clenched atop Simon's chest, clutching his shirt, muscles taut with a mix of anger and desperation.

Simon stared up at Kai from where he was pinned to the ground, his gaze fixed on his face. The anger in his eyes was something he'd never seen before, and it shook him a little.

Simon was taken aback by the intensity in his demeanor, by the raw emotions bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

He was used to seeing Kai as this calm, collected person, the one who always kept it together while he let his emotions get the better of him. He'd never seen this side of him, and he was a little terrified.

He tried not to show it, he tried to hide the fear in his eyes as he looked up at him.

"You're insane," he said quietly, a mixture of disbelief and fear in his voice. He knew Kai was capable of violence if pushed, if prodded enough, but he never thought it would be directed at him.

Simon's eyes flicked down to Kai's fists clenched tightly on his chest, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep his own fear in check.

"Fuck off" Kai pushed himself off of Simon and began to storm away

Simon stood up slowly, watching Kai walk away. He wanted to call out to him, his instincts telling him to chase after him, but he couldn't move, frozen on the spot.

His heart pounded in his chest. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Kai was supposed to be the calm one, always able to hold Simon back from doing something stupid.

But now the one who needed to be held back was Kai.