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Don't try to save Vik, he is right where he wants to be!
As always
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KILL AI AND REBLOG AND CREATE ART IN 2026
Yuima Nakazato Couture 2025
for those wanting to help venezuelans affected by the bombings through donations, these are currently the best ways to go. will add more links as more is set up
cruz roja (red cross)
doctors without borders
If you can afford to donate monthly Médecins Sans Frontières is a fantastic NGO.
They work everywhere, they put stethoscopes on the ground where they are needed and actually improve and save lives everywhere they do go.
The continuation of that evening
Morning in Wakanda
Male writers writing female characters:
“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”
‘ She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards’ is the greatest fucking sentence I have ever read.
THE ORIGINAL??
(smh) Never thought I’d see it in the wild. Yet here it is. :)
Hey family ❤️🩷
I'm sorry to ask again but we haven't received much help this week - tho my family and I are endlessly grateful for what we have got
To tldr the whole thing: my kids and I have been dealing with housing instability, food insecurity and domestic violence the whole time they've been alive
My daughter is planning to come live with me again (she had to go to her grandma when I had to leave our last place cos of DV) and it looks like there'll even be a room for her.
Obviously that's what I want too and I'm doing everything I can to make it happen while also recovering from the previous move which has put me in a lot of debt, mostly to the few people I can ask for help from who are also LGBT, disabled and struggling
You've helped me with my son's transition (he's the baby in the photo but 18 now!), my daughter and my housing, our medical care, and I truly don't know what I'd do without you
I'm hoping I can ask for your help again as we keep trying to find a place we can be together in peace 🩷❤️
Ko-fi: /fakejuly
PayPal: [email protected]
(PayPal is my friend/former housemates cos I don't have one)
I don't have a set goal here, anything and everything helps!
💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.
Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #537 )✅️
Help a south american trans woman to stay afloat this month
Hi everyone, I'm sorry for showing up on your dashes like this once again. I'm a physically disabled trans woman struggling to make ends meet, especially in the current economic crisis my country is undergoing. At the best of times my wages only reach 180 usd a month 0,7 usd, with the cost of living being over five times as much in the best of cases, without including housing expenses.
I'm diabetic and I live with my mother who is a cancer patient, and as things stand I constantly have to come here to beg for help just to be able to afford my medication, let alone going to the hospital for checkups for my mom. Anything you can spare, even if it's just sharing this post, helps a lot. Anything you've already done has done so much help towards helping me stay alive and I can't thank you all enough, from the bottom of my heart.
paypal: https://paypal.me/V3nusP kofi: https://ko-fi.com/S6S6IC6X
sharing kisses ❤️
Re-introducing myself since it's been awhile!
I'm Mads, a queer illustrator and graphic designer creating art & designs mostly for musicians that's a bit punk, a bit goth, with a dash of horror.
Commission info + other socials
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Webcomic: Old Flames, New Hellfire
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