@aceing-on-the-cake

atrocious that they have to go through this, but they have my undying respect for doing it

Israel has destroyed every university in Gaza but despite that, many students have continued their education thanks to Palestinian universities in the West Bank

prithee... I must say

medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar

No fucking way I found my little rubber fetus

"Alive but Forgotten"

We live today in a world of silence, a heavy silence that is slowly killing us. I see my younger siblings, their ages ranging from 3 to 7 years old, passing by with innocent eyes filled with questions I cannot answer. They hide behind me when they see a stranger, afraid of the unknown. My mother, who suffers from chronic illnesses, cannot even stand without help. She has not found anyone to extend a hand, and each time her condition worsens, I feel helpless.

My father, who was once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of a man, broken and unable to bear the burdens after losing everything. He worked his whole life to provide us with a decent life, but today, we have nothing but rubble and the camps we move between, with memories that grow darker each day.

What I ask for is not money, nor material help, but something simpler. I just want someone to feel our existence, to remember us with even a word, a small gesture that revives hope in us that we are still a part of this world. Our messages are met with silence, as if we no longer exist, as if we are no longer part of life.

Every day, we live in the shadow of devastation, inside a room in a school that has turned into a shelter, its walls insufficient to provide privacy and fresh air to breathe life into us. We now share this space with other families, each carrying their own pain and worries. As for the children, they do not know what it means to have a home, nor do they understand what loss is. Whenever they look at my mother, they run to her, asking her to tell them a story about the future, not realizing that all my mother has left to tell them is sorrow.

Friends, our pain is not in the loss of things, but in the loss of existence, in becoming unheard. Sometimes, I stop to wonder: Are we still alive? Are we still part of this world? Our messages are met with silence, and our dreams have faded along with the ruins of the homes that no longer exist.

I no longer ask for anything except for someone to feel our presence, to ask about us, to remember us, even with a word. If our words touch your hearts, all we need is for you to share with us, to show the world that we are still here.

We ask for nothing except for you to raise our voices, to bring hope back to us, and to be a part of our story that we are trying to write with our trembling hands and souls still holding on to a thread of hope.

Sharing this story could be the difference between life and death for us.

If you help spread our story, you will be giving us hope to survive, hope for life amidst all this destruction. We’re not asking for more than to be remembered, to be reminded that we’re still here.

[Donation link here]

Thank you for your attention, and for being the hope that could bring us back to life.

My campaign is legitimate and fully documented. You can verify this through the following links:

🔹 Shab Hussein

🔹 90 Goest

🔹 Gazavetters My number is 5 on the list.

Every support or share makes a big difference and restores hope in our lives.

Thank you for your care and support, which gives us the strength to continue.

Art spam cause im bored

This is a bunch of concept art for my series, The Five. I've been working on it since literally elementary school, but only recently started actually writing and further conceptualizing it. Picture a combo of Voltron Legendary Defender and She-Ra PoP with magical girl transformations and angsty aliens

im expecting a lot of "pride month is over, now it's time for wrath month" posts. that's cool and all. but july is disability pride month.

pride month is when you're SUPPOSED to be angry. it's a celebration AND a riot. that was the best time to get angry. second best time is now. but it's not wrath month. let disabled people have this.

please get angry with us. please fight with us! we are both losing our rights, if we ever even had them to begin with. please don't talk over us, especially during our own pride month.

did you know over 10,000 people die a year while waiting to be told whether or not they can receive disability benefits?

did you know while being provided disability benefits, disabled people cannot have more than $2,000 total in their bank account? the average rent for an apartment in the united states, as of last month, is $1,995. per month.

while they want to kill queer people, they want to kill disabled people just as bad. please look out for your disabled friends and family. please look out for those of us who don't have friends and family. those of us who are out on the streets.

coward

Call me crazy but boba is just drinking with obstacles.

Babysitting is great cause I just got to witness a baby Kamehamehaa my dog

I'm sorry, but did someone steal Marinette's fucking kidney?

Felonies and Other Love Languages (Heist AU)

art by @art-the-f-up

“What is this?” Her eyes snap open and she stares down at the surprisingly heavy piece of metal in her palms. A gun. “A safety measure.”

I have Shay's permission to post his art. as you do not, you should not.

He was not bout to rest without getting that man a good meal

Shuro: You used black magic to bring back Falin, are you stupid?!

Laios: hey what the fuck is your problem man?

Senshi: