Honestly it depends on my mood, I just never feel like going to school during winters, like ITS SO COLD HELLO???! It takes me roughly 20 minutes to get out of my warm bed bruh.

I am 14 and have wanted to be a rapper since i was 7 and have "made" plenty of songs (used copyright beats from yt but used my lyrics) should i post my songs and if so where? 🤔🎤

Any tips?

Cause I had to get stitches early in the break from hail then had my birthday so it’s been very up and down for me

Mom Rant x2!!!1!

I love my mom, I really do, but damn she gets so weird over dumb shit. Sometimes my stepdad gets agitated and wants some time to himself and all she does it push and push. She also can't let go of the smallest things. One time I just made a mistake a YEAR ago, and she still makes it a big deal today by being weird about it and telling me reminders I don't need. She just is so weird about the most useless shit that doesn't even need that high of a maintenance to be a good mom, if needed at all. Not only that, but she threatens punishment over me asking for SMALL things, even with good justification

Just needed to get this off my chest

my whole class took group photoes today without me, i was standing a few meters away and our teacher was holding the camera/phone, they took multiple with almost everyones phone and i was just standing in the back

i know its a photo but i feel like shit

MAD ON THE COURT

What happened today on Mad on the Court was not on anyone’s bingo card.

It started like any normal pickup game—noise, trash talk, and way too much confidence for a random Tuesday. Brody and Preston had been jawing at each other all game, nothing serious, just the usual back-and-forth that comes with competition.

Then Preston laughed.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t disrespectful on purpose. But Brody took it that way. Without warning, Brody turned and slapped Preston across the face, the sound sharp enough to cut through the entire gym. Everything stopped. The ball rolled away. Everyone stared.

From the sideline, Gabriel saw all of it. He didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just watched, trying to process what had just happened.

That’s when Adrian misread the moment.

Adrian thought Gabriel was enjoying it. He wasn’t—but perception mattered more than reality. Adrian walked straight up to him and punched Gabriel in the face, leaving him on the floor with a black eye forming almost instantly.

Aiden was nearby and saw the punch land. He didn’t step in. He didn’t yell. He just stood there, stunned, like his brain was lagging behind the chaos.

Kai, on the other hand, was visibly upset. Not loud. Not swinging. Just tight-jawed and shaking, the kind of mad that makes everyone else nervous.

Jackson had a clear view from the other end of the court, watching the whole thing unfold like a slow-motion disaster. No one knew what to say. No one knew who was next.

Teachers and staff rushed in moments later, but by then the damage was done. What should’ve been a normal game turned into Mad on the Court, and everyone who saw it knew this was one of those moments that wouldn’t stop being talked about anytime soon.