How Tf Do I Draw Zil, I Can't Find A Storyboard With Him In It

My search history is going to look so weird at the end of the year

So uh

Did y'all see that Luca x Alberto was originally canon lmao

Lightning doesn't believe in being cringe, so you shouldn't either 😀👍

Cringe Culture has been thrown out the window, mowed down by bulldozers and it's as dead as disco.

You see, cringe culture was the kind of thing only someone who accidentally super-glued their pants to the floor would find amusing. It was so out of touch, it couldn't even pick up a WiFi signal in an Apple store. It had all the hilarity of a cat trying to play the tuba while wearing a sombrero made of cheese. Cringe culture was like a karaoke singer who thinks they're nailing it but is actually belting out the national anthem in a foreign language. It was as useful as a screen door on a submarine or a car with square wheels.

Cringe culture was that friend who always showed up to the party wearing a tuxedo and bowling shoes because they thought they were fashionable. It tried to pass off being judgmental as comedy. In the grand scheme, cringe culture was just a gummy bear in a world full of chocolate cakes-utterly toothless. It was the online equivalent of a failed magic trick where the rabbit in the hat turned out to be a dishcloth. Cringe culture peaked at lemonade stand negotiations, tragically unaware that the price was already fixed at one cute smile.

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Please,🙏 I beg you, do not let us down. What is happening now is unimaginable and not everything is being broadcast. There is a great cover-up of the crimes that are happening now. It is terrifying. We cannot sleep because of the sound of the planes and missiles. Please be a reason to help me I have to provide food and insulin to be able to survive. If we are attacked by missiles, we may not survive from hunger and lack of medicine and basic necessities. Please do not let us down. Make our voice heard to the world. Please.

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Support Nabila's Fight for Health and Dignity

Hi, my name is Dipa and I'm raising money for Nabila . Please take some time to read her story below and donate so that she can travel to re

Lmao

Do you guys remember when i joked about making a cars fan parody game visual novel?

Well it's not a joke anymore

So I created a discord group if you wanted to contribute to the making of this visual novel, and I'm requesting help because I have no idea what I'm doing 🥀

There's also a normal chat and area for talking about films if you want to join and just chill ⬇️

🆘 This is me. This is my voice. Please help us. 🚫

In Gaza, we are screaming for help — but the world feels silent. 🌍😔

This image shows exactly what it feels like: we are begging, crying, shouting…

and no one seems to hear us. But you can. 🙏

I am a mother 👩‍👦. My husband and my child were injured in Israeli airstrikes 💔. Now my son is lying in a hospital bed, in pain 😢.

He urgently needs medical care 🏥 and healthy food 🍲 — things we no longer have in Gaza.

I am trying to raise enough money 💵 to get him out of Gaza for life-saving treatment ✈️. Please — don’t scroll past. Help me. Help my son. ❤️‍🩹

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

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Donate to Join Us in Our Struggle: Save Our Family from War in Gaza, organized by Ghazal Naseer

‎‏Dear friends, ‎‏My name is Ghazal Naseer, from pales… Ghazal Naseer needs your support for Join Us in Our Struggle: Save Our Famil

💸 Donate if you can. 📢 Share if you can’t. 🤝 But please, don’t stay silent.

✅️My campaign is vetted by el-shab-hussein& Nabulsi's, my number verified on the list is ( #355)✅️ 👇

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Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

hey haha what if finn and holley were killed while on a mission? and no one was able to tell mater? and mater is still waiting for them to visit radiator springs again?

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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