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Hello guys I'm Aldo my name's Aldo people call me Aldo, I was user ankhbian a few months ago. I'm a 23 year old lesbian who likes to do art and stuff.

You can search the tag #My Art! To see what I've doodled recently.

also check out this carrd if you're interested in comissioning me

And that's pretty much it, here take this song I really like

#pinned

#uma musume pretty derby #umamusume cinderella gray #oguri cap #ogurin #belno light

ogurin

#oguri cap #umamasume #uma musume pretty derby

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post-revolutionaire moments

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This image series also included this pic but it got lost in my laptop after posting it on the bird site. Fortunately someone reposted it !

#utena tenjou #anthy himemiya #revolutionary girl utena #rgu anthy #rgu utena #rgu fanart #my art

Kaoru Orihara if she was an umamusu character

#oniisama e #kaoru no kimi #kaoru orihara

motasem-family

In a cold corner of Gaza, a broken father stands before a house that is no longer a home—its walls pierced by absence, its roof open to a merciless sky. 💔🥺

He holds his small child with trembling hands, as if all the warmth left in the world is hidden in his chest, while the wind tears through what remains of hope. His family sits around him, pale faces and eyes asking a single question: How will we survive tonight?

This father was once a simple worker, returning at the end of the day carrying his exhaustion and a meal that was enough for them. Today, he has no job left, no door to knock on, no opportunity to provide for his family. The Israeli war stole his livelihood, broke his back, and left his children sleeping in the winter cold—without blankets, without walls to protect them, and without the promise of a warmer morning.😭

His child asks for very little: a warm bottle of milk, and a hand to wipe away his tears when the sound of the wind startles him like another airstrike. The mother tries to hide her fear, gathering scraps of fabric to create temporary warmth, forcing a fragile smile so the children won’t see her brokenness. As for the father, he sits in silence, counting their breaths, feeling helplessness gnaw at his heart more painfully than the cold itself.

Here in Gaza, catastrophe cannot be measured in words. It is long nights without electricity, empty stomachs, destroyed homes, and dreams postponed to an unknown future. Yet this father clings to a thin thread of patience, because surrender would mean failing his family. He lifts his head to the sky and whispers a simple prayer: that this winter will pass, and that his children will stay alive… for that is all he has left now.

From here, we extend our hands to you.

This family urgently needs €700 to buy blankets that will protect the children from the freezing cold and to repair the destroyed walls with tarps, 💔😭

so that rain and wind no longer invade their fragile shelter. They are not asking for the impossible—only for their basic right to warmth and life. Your support, no matter how small, could be a blanket that shields a child from a harsh night, a wall that offers a moment of safety, or a spark of hope that restores a piece of this father’s shattered dignity.

Your donation is not just money—it is a humane message telling them they are not alone, and that there are still hearts that feel Gaza’s pain and believe in the right of its families to survive.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #722 )✅️

Go to paypal.me/motasemjaper and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.

My name is Motasem, and today I write these words with a burden in my heart that no one could bear. The war has taken everything from me. I

Whatever brug smoker horse I did for an assignment

#my art #my artwork #horse #tuxedo horse #horse smoking #horses #pics that go hard

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Time's running out

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I want to point out these tags specifically because I heavily resonate with Tachyon. I've danced my whole life, it was my only reason to live at some point, and then I suffered an ankle injury. I'm fine nowadays, I used an ankle brace for a year and now I can walk and even run sometimes, but dancing is way too risky for me to do and I'm hyper aware of how I step and move because any false movement could only make things worse. It feels like I've lost a huge part of my life and everytime I try to go back dancing I'm just reminded that any sudden move I do could threaten my mobility and independence again.

#personal #infodumping and venting

She's the woman who could become my mother

#kamen rider faiz #kamen rider 555 #kamen rider kaixa #kusaka masato #sonoda mari #artistic nudity #my art #implied SA #Faiz novel fanart I guess

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Time's running out

silliestgoose-online

You know what this reminds me of? William Utermohlen's self portraits.

Utermohlen was an artist who suffered through Alzheimer's at the end of his life, and you can see his skills and sense of self slipping as the disease progressed.

The last of his self portraits is haunting: it's little more than a couple piercing black ovals for eyes on a ghastly, wispy pencil-sketched approximation of a face.

Tachy's story always grips me because of her internal wrestling with who she is without racing. She's from a whole clas/race/third gender of people imbued with the name, personality quirks, and similar fates as creatures from another plain, and everything in their being makes them want to run and compete. Having that stripped away because your body just can't do it is harrowing.

Aside from aesthetic symmetry illustrating something progressively falling apart, I think Utermohlen came to mind for me because so much of her story involves her silently suffering with the question of who she even is if not a racer. "I don't know who I am anymore" feels like a struggle for her at her lowest point, despite her haughty language and fake IDGAFer persona.

#literally this #thank you for putting it into words