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I haven't posted my powerpuff girls au here on tumblr so... yeah uwu I think they came out really cute

🚨Urgent humanitarian appeal 🚨

Please don't ignore🙏🙏🇵🇸

The war hasn't stopped. I'm still living in the rubble because I found my home a pile of rubble. Imagine spending your whole life in the rubble, with no protection from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.

I'm Mahmoud from Gaza. 🙏 I'm asking you to help me complete my university studies and feed my family. 😢 We are facing a real famine and prices are very high due to the scarcity of resources and the closure of the crossings. 💔 We are not receiving any aid. I ask you to donate to me to buy flour, which now costs 100 shekels per kilo, which is about 30 dollars, and vegetables, which are unimaginable prices. Help me by sharing my story and donating to my family. 🙏🇵🇸

My dream is to complete my studies (in Gaza or abroad) to build a better future for me and my family. Your support will help us overcome this ordeal and achieve this dream. Thank you.

No one sees the effort that goes into every meal... We are sitting here by the fire, and our hearts are boiling just like it.

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Help Mahmoud's family build a better future

Hello, my name is Kristina, I am writing this message on behalf of my friend in Gaza who desperately need our help: 

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Bottle! This design was brewing in my head for a while but I don't think I executed it well. I'll redesign her later, maybe.

heyyyyy bottle x black hole enjoyers what we eatin tonite

read [DYING TO KNOW YOU] on ao3!

the actual submission i made for @ecto-implosion!

@fridurwrites did an absolutely amazing job of bringing this idea to life with a massive fic, everyone go read and send her love

workin on my own take on danny phantom, as you can see i’ve changed a few things! i really like contrasts, so danny fenton and phantom seem more like opposites, but really they’re still sides of the same coin. danny only acts different because he’s free to be himself!

i wanna work on my vlad next

I need more fashion subcultures! I need something crazy snd wild that stands out from the crowd, as the self-proclaimed president of “Fuck off Clean Girls!” I hope we move into an area of chaotic liberalism and cool clothes.

(It’s also because I need more fashion ideas for my ocs.)

My personal thoughts on Black x Readers as an African American

You know something that I constantly wonder about? How most (insert character here) x Black!Reader's are usually dark smut fics.

Like I go to look for a fluffy fic and all I find is y/n getting railed in their sleep non-consensually! These stories always have a bittersweet twisted ending. Now if that's your thing go off but NOT IN EVERY S I N G L E STORY! You don't look up x black!reader smut non-con you just look up x black!reader and that's all that's there.

In my experience of searching AND I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING, most of the time the fic doesn't even mention the reader being black or only gives like 1 description like "y/n's luscious black curls" AND THAT'S IT!

Most of the time the tag x Black!reader feels more like just a tag to get reads rather than an actual attempt at creating more representation!

The thing that I think gets under my skin the most is the fact that most of the stories are FULL of stereotypes about African Americans! The tags almost always have the Daddy kink, choking kink, spit kink, Drug use, toxic relationships, abuse of some sort! Or there are like 40 tags of black Y/n getting SPECIFICALLY violently fucked!

OR the story points out how y/n "picked out her huge afro and put on her large hoop earrings" or "y/n put on their Air Jordans and went to see their baby daddy for the child support that he owes" (I'M SERIOUS)!

I just wish that there was more appropriate representation in the x reader community rather than the few good stories that we are given. BECAUSE TRUST ME there are some really good cute ones that have fluff or romantic smut or getting railed BUT that's not the WHOLE DAMN STORY (and even if it is it's done in a respectful manner!)but there are so few.

And I can already here the argument "WELL, WHY DON'T YOU CREATE SOME REPRESENTATION YoURSeLf!" I will. Not much will change if I only complain about it and I am aware of that BUT it is not my responsibility to create every peice of representation that appropriately represents my community.

One peice of positive representation versus 100 peices of "representation" can only change but so much.

But then again that's why I'm writing this post if I want to see change the first thing I have to do is at least bring attention to what I see as the issue.

But what are your thoughts on the issue?

I have such a deep hatred for (character)sister!reader. I don’t exactly know why but maybe it’s because the character reader (me) is meant to be related to (mind you it never says adopted) is always WHITE.

You may be saying “it’s really not that serious, calm down bitch”

To that I have to say

1. Don’t call me a bitch without a strap-on attached to you

2. It is that serious cause (and I will never shut up about this) white coded fics literally FLOOD every single crevice of the fan fiction world and it’s tiring. Same goes for skinny coded and short coded fics while we’re on the topic of exclusion.

Like can you imagine how frustrating it is to find a bomb ass fic with such a good plot and a word count that could have you reading till you’re dead, and you’re immersing yourself in it and really getting lost and throughly enjoying the story envisioning yourself however you want just to be broken out of it by

“she flushed a bright red”

“she craned her neck up at him”

“her thin pink lips”

“gripping so hard her knuckles turned white”

“Her petite frame”

Ect.

Like I’m not gonna police you on how to write your fics cause heaven knows I do not have the motivation to become a writer and posses the skill. But could we at least TRY to be POC, Plus Size, Tall person friendly? At least once in a while?

Cause I feel so pathetic when I get overly excited seeing descriptions that I can actually apply to myself or just neutral descriptors in general.

Anyways sorry not sorry ramble but 🤷🏽‍♀️ what can I do but complain until there’s change 🥰 MWAH 💋

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Hairstyles from the 90's. 💁🏾‍♀️

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I been looking at the PPNKG comic and tried to analyze it/come up with headcanons:

I never realized how much Brute talked, I always thought she was the quiet pessimistic girl, but I feel like she always tries to get a word in. I think Brute thinks she's the leader or the commanding one, like she's the one calling the shots when she's just adding onto whatever Berserk or Brat says (like adding on "And blue" to Brat's "Maybe something in black" or adding on "C'mon girls, it's back to business as usual" to Berserk's "that's ok.. we can still bust up Viletown".

While I like the headcanon of Berserk getting easily obsessed with people (especially Blossom), I think (based on my interpretation of their personalities in the comic) that Brat would be the one to get more attached to the idea of defeating and getting revenge on the PPG in a "fair" battle. Berserk and Brute moved on pretty quickly, but Brat was the one to get petulant.

It's interesting how the PPNKG are so in sync and treat each other well to the point where they finish each others sentences. Brick scolds and hits Boomer and even the PPG have disagreements, but the PPNKG always seem to be on the same page about most things. Maybe I can write something where the PPNKG are co-dependent and have to learn and discover themselves without their sisters. I don't know.

The way they treat the Professor isn't really that bad in my opinion. I honestly feel like it could have been worse, they just act like teenagers who want their privacy (they just say it in a aggressive way). I think they value their room (and their privacy) and being outside their house because Oppressor Plutonium is very controlling and treats them like lackeys.

(I'll update this as I get more ideas)

LOVIE SIMONE Forever (Trailer)

watching a Black Centered film and only talking about the few white characters is weird, and we see you.

Lori Harvey for Playboy 2025 Print Issue

it’s annoying bc a lot of ppl just associate lolita and gyaru with just being alternative fashion and while they are alternative fashion not every alt fashion is lolita and gyaru theirs specific rules to it there r different types of lolita and gyaru u can’t say ur a hime gyaru and not dress like a princess with excessive bows big hair lots of pink etc like that’s the whole point the words mean something and ik im saying this as someone who hasn’t dressed gyaru in a while but its so irritating

Been stressed and unhappy so here is Blossick angst

old pkmn legend pics 

some sketches

Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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at least can all we agree that the original gay flag with the magic and sex colours is BEAUTIFUL and it should make a comeback

HELP A FAMILY IN 🍉🍉 - VETTED FUNDRAISER!!

HELLO EVERYONE!! I would like to share with you a campaign for a family in need. @hanangaza needs donations and has reached out to me, asking for help. I would like to ask you all to visit the account and interact with it. Help get the message out. Please message people, reblog, share, post.... use your account to help get this out there!!

The people in Gaza has not stopped suffering, even after the ceasefire. They are still displaced, suffering with lack or essentials and aid. The cost of living has become very expensive and they have no income. Please imagine yourself in their situation, you wouldn't like to live like that, so why should they?? Here you can help a fellow human being out. The most effective way to support a campaign is by donating!! So if you are able to donate please show your kindness here;

Your donations mean alot more than you think, even 5 dollars will count. Fundraisers are a group effort, so please do your part. Any contributions make a difference, what you may spend on something totally unnecessary will help a family keep warm and safe. Please help feed a family in need, be a glimmer of hope.

Thank you.

Ok everyone let’s think beautiful thoughts about masculine women today.

Save our lives 🚨🚨

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

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Help Asmaa evacuate her family and treat her husband abroad

I am Michelle from Greece, and I am running a campaign for Asmaa. Please consider donating if you can to help them.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

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