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Various Artists - Women Against the Oppressive Regime organised by DIACI Community (DIY Podcast about Women in Georgian Music Industry)
After rigged elections, the illegitimate government of Georgia has resorted to unconstitutional actions, sparking a massive wave of civil resistance. In response, this regime is using every tool at its disposal to punish citizens. They're silencing dissent, have taken over the media—including the public broadcaster, now a mouthpiece for propaganda—and are firing people from their jobs for having the “wrong” political opinions. Since November 28, over 400 people, including journalists, have been detained. Many have been physically assaulted, with reports of torture and mistreatment not only during arrests but also in transport vehicles and police stations. Women have been threatened with rape and murder. Most detainees have needed hospitalization due to their injuries. Not a single person responsible for these abuses has been held accountable. Instead, the system protects and encourages these violent tactics. (...) Funds raised will go directly toward supporting the protest movement.
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Art Fight number one ! for Zotz's Midori.
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I just want a pretty boy.
A boy with dew in his hair and light in his eyes bathed in the soft colourful hue of stardust,
A boy who smells of rain and of smoke, of herb and of rum, the aroma of him could cling to any coat and I would adore it
A boy who dances under the moonlit sky and sleeps in the tallest trees, his body an array of perfect imperfections that tell the story of him, a boy made from honey and silk, from bullets, and blades, and crystals and silt, the sands in his hourglass merely the ashes of an ever burning violet flame, the beating heart of starlit soul
I need a boy who like me has a barbed wire soul, a haunted house mind, and a past dark as coal, because perhaps then he might understand why I tremble and flinch at the raise of a hand
A boy who’s soul is like mine, a bat in a cage told “without feathers, a bird cannot fly” with wounds on his chest held together with twine, violet blood mixing with mine.
And his tongue burns like whiskey and vodka and gin, a brighter new world to lose myself in, much the same as his eyes like the richest of pools, vast but not empty, brisk but not cool.
I just want to be in love again, and find these features in a new boy or perhaps 2 in the end.
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In non-poetic terms I’m lonely and touch starved and queer.
They are finally done my 11 year old oc i only ever drow once, redesign in my style of today removed their gender and made them a full demon , with hell flames and demonic circle
Chapter 20 of The Moon and Polaris is up!! (Meme edit is irrelevant)