SoupsArt

Jes / minor / Queer, trans, autistic and punk / this is an arts & politics blog / im a poet, photographer and visual artist

[cleaningthesoup]

Intro Post

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I never made one for this blog so here we go.

╔═ ✰ ═ ✮ : About Me : ✮ ═ ✰ ═╗

Name: Jes / Soup

Pronouns: He/him

Gender: Gender Queer Trans Guy

Sexuality: Bisexual / Abrosexual / Demiromantic / Demisexual

Region: Canada

Extra: INFJ, May 2nd, in the process of getting my autism Dx, I have diagnosed Anxiety

I'm a born and raised punk (shout out to Dad)

I'm also a minor. Idrc how old you are just don't be a freak, pretty easy.

╔═ ✰ ═ ✮ : About My Blog : ✮ ═ ✰ ═╗

This is a blog centered around my art and sometimes politics. I like to keep my posts more polished here so usually I post my politics in the forms of incoherant rants to my second blog @justcleaningthesoup (https://www.tumblr.com/justcleaningthesoup). Essentially, I post about politics everywhere, if that's not your thing don't follow either blog.

╔═ ✰ ═ ✮ : About My Art : ✮ ═ ✰ ═╗

I'm not a professional or well taught artist in any manner. I do this entirely for my own enjoyment and catharsis (for now anyway). Art helps me process my emotions and express feelings I have no other way of expressing. I'm a teenager and I've struggled with mental health issues for 6 years now. Art has always been my way of getting through that, I've decided to start sharing it in hopes that maybe it can help others. Even if it's just one person.

I write poetry, I am a photographer and I do some digital art and some sketching. Again I have taken entry level high school art courses, I'm not a professional. This is for fun.

╔═ ✰ ═ ✮ : Fandoms : ✮ ═ ✰ ═╗

♬ Twenty One Pilots

♬ LINKIN PARK

♬ Rise Against

♬ The Front Bottoms

𖦹 Arcane

𖦹 The Owl House

𖦹 Hilda

𖦹 Sweet Tooth

☁︎ Fantastic Mr. Fox

☁︎ Ghibli Movies

☁︎ Nimona

☁︎ Nightmare Before Christmas

☁︎ Coraline

☁︎ Fanfic (Netflix movie)

☁︎ Wolf Walkers

★ Zelda BOTW

★ Life Is Strange (1 & 2)

★ Night in the woods

★ Minecraft

★ The Last Of Us

★ Little Big Planet

╔═ ✰ ═ ✮ : NOTICE : ✮ ═ ✰ ═╗

This blog is welcoming of queer people, neurodivergent people, transgender people, people of colour, people of any religion, disabled people, therians, furries, mentally ill people and really anyone else.

However, this page is NOT a safe place for the following: Nazis, Trump supporters, Fascists, racists, pedophiles, zoophiles, proshippers, TERFs, transphobes, transmedicalists, homophobes, ableists, elitists or bigots of any kind.

[anas-fromgaza]

Please help us Here you will find a link to donate to families in Gaza 😔❤️🙏

What you’re about to read isn’t a story it’s what remains after a home, a street, and a future are taken away !!

Sorry for the mentions @ ,this isn’t spam, sharing this so it can reach more people🥺💔💔💔

Hello everyone 🙏

We are Anas’s family, and this is our story from Gaza.

I never imagined I would be writing something like this, or sharing pieces of our life this way, but here we are. As you can see in the photos and videos I’m sharing, everything around us has changed. The place we once called home no longer exists. We lost our house, our land, and the life we spent years building, piece by piece, with memories that can never be replaced.

Today, we live in a tent. This thin fabric is all that separates us from the cold nights, the heat during the day, and the constant fear that never really leaves. Privacy is gone, comfort is gone, and safety feels like a distant memory. Every morning starts with the same question: how will we get through today?

Simple things that once felt normal are now daily struggles. Cooking means lighting firewood, breathing in smoke, and hoping we can find enough food to last. There is no electricity, no gas, no certainty. Just survival, one meal at a time.

Inside the tent, everything is cramped. This is where we sleep, rest, and try to feel human again. There is no silence here, only the sounds of drones, explosions, and the weight of uncertainty. Nights are the hardest. Fear gets louder when the world goes quiet.

The war did not stop. It is still happening, every single day. The sky fills with smoke, the ground shakes, and we are reminded again and again that nothing here is stable. Each explosion feels closer than the last, and every moment carries the possibility of losing even more.

This video shows our street. Every house you see destroyed once held families, stories, laughter, and dreams. This is where we grew up, where we knew every corner and every neighbor. Now it’s all rubble. Walking through it feels unreal, like moving through a memory that’s been violently erased.

If you’re able to help, you can donate through this link 👇👇

Help Anas’ Family Survive Gaza’s Ongoing Humanitarian Crisis 🤍🙏

Campaign Update 

Asking for help is not easy. It’s humbling and painful. But the truth is, we cannot do this alone. We are trying to survive with dignity in conditions no one should ever have to endure.

If you are able, please consider donating through the link at the end of this post. We are close to reaching our second goal, and every contribution truly makes a difference.

If donating isn’t possible, sharing this post is just as important. It helps our voices reach beyond Gaza, beyond the silence.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Thank you for caring.

And thank you for not looking away.

[prsephonies-deactivated20200815]

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest

[friedegg]

[friedegg]

[whats-your-name-man]

[cowboyhats]

Michelle K, I Know I Deserve More

[cleaningthesoup]

TRIGGER WARNING: depictions of blood. None of these photos include real blood but they do contain red dye.

Photos are all just taken on my phone. This is just a photo dump edited to be cohesive.

Photos including blood like substance:

[cleaningthesoup]

"I Saw you fall apart, get right back up again"

[cleaningthesoup]

-- "I'll wait for you there, like a stone, I'll wait for you there, all alone" --

[cleaningthesoup]

Random photo dump. These are just from a course assignment.

[cleaningthesoup]

Random photo dump. These are just from a course assignment.

[cleaningthesoup]

[cleaningthesoup]

"I started bettering me cuz I wanted to be like you"

[cleaningthesoup]

Dear friends,

We’ve reached our first goal of £1000 🎉 and it’s all thanks to you. But our struggle isn’t over yet. My family still needs help with education, rent, medical care, and daily essentials.

Please keep supporting us 🙏. Your donation today can truly change our lives ❤️.

https://gofund.me/5cdd060e

Go donate if you can! Share it too.

[palestinegenocide]

Anas Al Sharif was a father too

[cleaningthesoup]

There are actual toddlers being shot by snipers in Gaza but everyone wants us to feel bad for Charlie Kirk.

[cleaningthesoup]

I genuinely I have no idea if this is good but I really like how it turned out.

[justcleaningthesoup]

Photo dump from my digicam from the 20th when I hung out with my friends (<3 u guys). These aren't great, I was just snapping a few shots.

[victusinveritas]

Not sure why someone would paint over superman and not the fed, but here we are.

[abdulrahman02]

I'm dizzy from hunger. Food is too expensive in Gaza. Please help me...

In Gaza, we don’t know when we’ll get our next meal. There’s barely any food available, and what little there is, is sold on the dark market for impossible prices. Did you knew that a bag of flour like this can cost up to 700€?

💔 I’ve already lost so much weight. I feel dizzy from hunger. Please, if you can, donate or share this post so I can afford at least a simple meal today.

👉 [CLICK HERE TO DONATE AND PROVIDE A MEAL] 👈

On top of this, my phone is failing. In Gaza, a new device now costs over 1000 EUR, and without it, I can’t stay connected to my friends, to this campaign, or to the Binance app that lets me receive your donations.

I’m doing my best to survive — but I need your help. Please don’t scroll past this.

➡️ REBLOG this post. ➡️ Share the QR code. ➡️ Tell others. Spread it. Be my voice.

Even a single reblog could save my life. Thank you. 💔🕊️