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Hello, I am Essi Lapatto, a mother and a teacher, from Finland and I'm organizing a fundraising for my friend Maysaa, a Palestinian mother,

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MAISA'S BABY FAROUK HAS BEEN ILL AND NEEDS MONEY FOR MEDICINE, FOOD, AND DIAPERS. HER ACCOUNT HAS BEEN REPEATEDLY AND UNJUSTLY BANNED, PLEASE FOLLOW AND DONATE IF POSSIBLE!

#palestine #free palestine #🍉#mutual aid

ATTACK ME!!!

#art fight

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AH4: THE GOSPEL OF MARY

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[ID: Four images. The first depicts the silhouette of Jesus and Mary, facing each other and overlapping. There is a skeleton visible at the intersection of their silohettes. On the left side, Jesus is seen dragging a cross. On the right side, a pregnant Mary is seen riding a donkey. Both leave a trail behind them. There is text at the bottom, formatted like a Bible verse, that reads, "From the moment we become aware of death, it forever looms over us as an inevitable possibility. Some choose to fear it, and others, to run from it. To hide from the only thing, other than God, that cannot be hidden away from. Yes, we are all aware of it." The second image depicts Mary, nervously cradling a baby Jesus wrapped in a blanket. She stares at death, a skeleton who mirrors her pose. It is cloaked in a hood with long sleeves, mirroring her head covering and outer garment, and holding a blanket with no visible child wrapped within it, although it takes the shape of one. There is text at the bottom that reads, "But to become a mother is to face death; To look into its eyes and know it cannot be run from. When you hold something so vulnerable in your arms, death fills the room with its plausibility. You fear, not your own passing, but the passing of the life resting within your hands. God has shared with you the glorious act of creation, and the Devil taunts you with the devastating journey to the end." The third image depicts Mary and baby Jesus doing skin to skin. Mary still wears her head covering, but her garment has been pulled down to her elbows, and drapes over her legs. She kisses Jesus, who lays on her chest, as her tears roll off her nose and onto his neck. She rests one hand on his back, and the other is within the child's grasp. There is a block of text to the left of them that reads "I, more than anyone, know this feeling all too well. Tonight, my little Jesus, with cries soft and skin soft, you are close to me. You hold my finger in your precious, little hand, and your scrunched face softens in the grasp of my familiarity. In this moment, I dare not think of death. Even in death, you represent so much life. You are our salvation. Though I know it not possible, I pray that I can be yours. The weight of the world rests upon your perfect, little shoulders. I pray that my love is enough." The fourth image depicts an older Mary on her knees, clinging tightly to Jesus, who is now grown and deceased. His ribs are visible, and blood drips from a crown of thorns around his head, and from his hands. He has long hair and a beard, and wears a white cloth around his waist, covering only his genitals and part of his thigh. Mary burries her face into Jesus' and sobs. Her tears stream down her nose and onto his face. Her teeth are visible and snot and saliva drip down her lips. She wraps her arms around his corpse, clinging tightly to him, but still with a certain softness, as if she could hurt him. There is text on the right which reads, "One day, your fate will call, and I will question mine. God made us in his image, but pain came as an after thought. A punishment. He knows what I feel, but He himself cannot feel it. When you die, He has the hope of holding you in Heaven, but I will hold you, limp, in my own personal hell. As His people throw their hands up and rejoice for the son of God, I will cry out and grieve for the son of Mary.” /end ID.]

#my art #anotha one thank you #virgin mary

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DISABILITYSTUCK ZINE APPLICATIONS OPEN

hello gamzheads and others !!! with disability pride month coming up i have been inspired to host a zine centered around disabled characters & headcanons . it wont be out by july but its the thought that counts .

applications are open for both artists & writers , and will be open for 2-4 weeks , depending on how much traction this gets ! any given entrant is allowed to do 1-3 pieces , with any amount of characters . pieces should place a focus on a characters disability + how it affects them , but you can work this into your piece in any way you see fit , it can be as mundane or high energy as you want . details on sizing + composition to fit into a zine format will be given once everyone has been accepted in .

you do not have to have the disability you are portraying in order to be a part of the zine , but i will be making sure plenty of resources are available to make sure all portrayals are fair and accurate . for similar reasons , i will also be favoring a diverse array of disability , though this ideally wont make much of a difference in who gets picked .

applications here !

feel free to dm me or reply to this post if you have any questions / concerns .. !

#ik im not big into the homestuck fandom these days #but i applied to this!!!#thats oomf!!!#sharing if any of yall r interested #homestuck #disability pride month

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Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.

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[ID: A picture of the progress pride flag. The chevron with the stripes for trans people and people of color, as well as the intersex flag, have been replaced with the Tumblr "This content has been removed for violating Tumblr's Community Guidelines." /End ID]

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one day you think: i want to die.

and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually.

i think i want a coffee.

a nap.

a sandwich.

a book.

and i want to die turns day by day into

i want to go home,

i want to walk in the woods,

i want to see my friend,

i want to sit in the sun,

i want a cleaner kitchen,

i want a better job,

i want to live somewhere else,

i want to live.

(poem from duckbunny, but with a lesbian twist. post inspired by bittersweetresilience.)

#rb for pride month #thank you for giving this post sm love #the og poem means sm to me and so does being a lesbian

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AH3: MOTHER TO MONSTER

I am a monster. Compassion is secondary and humanity is earned. I claw at flesh and gnash my teeth in abject terror of the world, then curl up to rest, so safe in my aloneness that I am easily mistaken for something kind, and so it repeats.

You, too, are monster. As mirror to mother, you were fated to be. From the moment I was born, you existed inside of me, harbored in the flesh of the wicked. Through microchimerism we exchange cells; There’s no escape from the prison of my blood, so of course you become monstrous, and in karmic virtue, you give it back to me. I give you life and love, and all you can give me in return is sickness, and swelling and stretch marks, and pain. You’ll scream as you tear me apart, forcing me to experience the world one hundred times stronger.

Yet I do not meet your cries with aching anger, for beyond your familiar terror, I am met with innocent eyes, who in their purity, see me in the warm light of love, and so, undoubtedly, I see you too. Baptized in the clarity of my weathered, watery gaze, we change. Monstrous becomes maternal as I gnash my teeth for something greater. I claw away at an evil world for a not so evil you.

Because for so long I’ve seen myself as alien, like you, but my most natural inclinations and desires eat at me like the wild animal I once was until I admit it. I am human because I am your mother, and you are human because you are my son. In holding you, in kissing you, in loving you, we become human. We exist on this Earth, despite everything, as similar beasts. When you cry, I’ll remember when I cried, and when you laugh, I’ll remember when I laughed, and when you sleep, I will remember how I slept, grateful to watch you exist in this beautiful world that I, too, have had the privilege to exist in. This world in which you have every right to be.

And whenever you feel that evil bubbling up inside of you, you can return once more to me, and together we shall tame the beast. You will never be alone because I am part of you, and I will never be alone because you are part of me. With each other, within each other, we gain our humanity.

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#my art #hey #yes this is a redraw #wrote this about my love for the eraserhead baby

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happy 10th anniversary to Carmilla, the little web series that could ✨ this isn't a very elaborate illustration but I had to do something for the occasion and I only found out about it today, soo.

#carmilla #this take on carm im drooling

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Carmilla turned 10 this week! 🧛‍♀️ I was 16 when the series came out! 😳 So here’s a juicy fanart of Hollstein lololol — Carmilla totally regrets ever turning Laura because that woman is insatiable.

This is for the Creampuffs.

#carmilla #lowkey the good ending #bc every time i think abt laura growing old without carm #and carm being robbed of the possibility to grow old w laura #i feel ill!