Ah, Understandable Have A Splendid Day (night? Evening? Morning, Perhaps?)

i am a dad against cat girls

some unfinished things

UNIDENTIFIED GREEN MENACE

aka in less cool terms a phonegingi design i made (im too lazy to draw a typewriter hhhhhhhhhhh',)

comming a crime of hiding its nipples too sorry not sorry yall get unzipped shorts instead

mayor's crumbling facade

aka gingi POV: a VERY angry mingus crown is about to fucking obliterate you

Recent Pastra fanart I still kinda like

Made these a good second ago but Ive just now thought about actually using my tumblr acc and uploading them here aswell (they did so bad on twt anywayz lmaoo)

how are sonic characters so ridiculously hard to draw THEY'RE CARTOON ANIMALS COME ON BRAIN

rest in peace whiteboard, its time for some clydeposting babeyyy

So, I bought a cheap costume for craft fodder (was gonna start working on a Lankmann costume)

And I put it all on

And was abruptly struck by divine inspiration .

So uh yeah, goth cowboy Clyde. Glyde. Clyoth. Clye haw. Babyman Jr in a cowboy hat

deranged and emo

drawing edgy art my 13 year old self would be obsessed with is like free therapy

extra doodles for the soul

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Sahar and Mohammed Build a Safe Home for Their Baby, organized by Jordan Brusso

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From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏