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You know what fuck you

*spell of bnuuy vortex*

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being so fr with you all we need to drastically accelerate anti-car propaganda.

we need to make it so clear to future generations that we no longer tolerate a world where you cannot conveniently go for a walk or get a coffee or get groceries without a car

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Hi everyone! Here's your Daily Reminder to Click for Palestine!

And if you can spare a dollar, donate to ANERA!

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guess who’s back in the building again

(can I just say what a glow up from how I last drew him)

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Cove is absolutely adorable in your art style. Do you have any art of him specifically?

Love Baxter and Maggie, btw!! Sometimes I stop and stare at Mag’s outfit and go “🫵 you. I want your closet.”

thank you! 🤣🫶 i like to think that when she and bax start scouting homes, a walk-in closet with one of those glass-top islands will be non-negotiable LOL. but unfortunately, no.. 99.9% of my olba art is baggie 🗿 here's a quick sketch though

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered��windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Spring Robyn

I heard spring is here so...

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got his ass

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it's kinda terrifying to see people forget about the events that have transpired in gaza since oct 2023. every tragedy that once created mass outrage was soon forgotten as another tragedy took place.

it's just so disturbing to realise that no palestinian has emerged from this unscathed. everyone has a family member they lost, a friend they miss dearly, a home they long to return to but cannot because it no longer exists.

a very huge part of gaza is rubble. the recent ceasefire has allowed people the chance to attempt to rebuild their lost homes. my friend alaa is one of them. she wants her children to live under a proper roof. please consider helping her out. her fundraiser is verified.

please donate here

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Not a fan of being a person. Much rather be a place or thing.

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"we had ai-"

"i asked chat gpt-"

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Meet your blog just today! And ohmy you have such a great style!!!

I wonder if you ever drew cove, so I'm stalking the blog a bit (instead of looking at the tags) cause what if I skip really good art?

Ramble : Do u think Tamarack and Cove would get along?

AWWH HELLO!! ii have drawn cove but the olnf brainworms got me.. HOWEVER!! HERE IS A TREAT JSUT FOR U!! ddont tell anyone.. shhh.. i think definitely not in step 1 or 2 (both games, ofc different ages but same range u feel me) but step 3-4 i think they could be friends!! tell each other facts about their respective areas!!! (water and forest!!) ANYWAY.. HERES THJE MAN!! THE MYTH!! THAT ONE GUY FROM THE BEACH!!

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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Reposted with permission, art by j_amatus on Instagram.

Hello! @olaa123 reached out to me asking for help with her campaign as it's been stagnating and her previous account was terminated and they've been struggling trying to get by

Consider donating here at ola's gfm!

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ssnrk @rivvyribbons

olnf sidequests oor something... idk i like my girlfriend

IIM SO RUSTY I HAVENT DRRAWN IN SO LONG,, SSOMEBODY PPUT REQS IN MY INBOX iif yuo want to (bbegging on my knees i need to do something other than play marvel rivals oor im gonna lose my mind) IVE BEEN AVOIDING OLNF.. BECAUSE.. bbecause i wanna play it through fully when it comes out and i KNOW thajt i have the money and the GBpatch patreon is RIGHT THERE!! AND!! THE BETA....