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A dumb doodle I did a few days ago

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A dumb doodle I did a few days ago

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List of Palestinian Evacuation Fundraisers

Last Update: 05/06/2024

All fundraisers have been looked into by me or vetted by others. If anyone notices issues in validity with any of the fundraisers listed please let me know. Funding updates daily!

Fadi Al-Sharif and family ($10,439/$62,500 goal)

Hayam Taha and family (€8,718/€30,000 goal)

Deyaa and family (€7,764/€20,000 goal)

Fatima Alshanti (kr5,085 SEK/kr150,000 goal)

Shahed Ghazi and family ($6,776 CAD/$94,838 goal)

Little Yusuf and family (€5,960/€85,000 goal)

Sara & Huda Hajjaj and family ($240/$15,000 goal)

Mohammed JH Shamia's family (kr20,168 SEK/kr250,000 goal)

Maram Ahmed and family (€1,032/€30,000 goal)

Hamza Almofty and family ($3,772/$35,000 goal)

Mahmoud Jomaa (€400/€10,000 goal)

Dr. Mohammed Shara ($445/$20,000 goal)

Abdulrahman Alshanti and family (kr137,402 SEK/kr350,000 goal)

Besan Almabhouh's family (€5,767/€25,000 goal)

Said Tanani and brothers (€30,935/€50,000 goal)

Donia Tanani and family (€67,538/€100,000 goal)

Hussein Shamiya, his pregnant wife, and son ($8,042/$40,000 goal)

Mohammed Shamia and family ($15,020/$35,000 goal)

Amro Bakr & kids Bakir and Tala (€1,772/€15,000 goal)

Almadhoun family ($18,365/$80,000 goal)

Child Mohammed (€6,420/€10,000 goal)

Sana'a and family (£19,668/£50,000 goal)

Noha Ayyad and family ($23,050/$95,160 goal)

Nazmi Mwafi and family ($5,151/65,000 goal)

Ibrahim Almofty and family ($535/$40,000)

Hamdi Hejazi and family ($10,236/$25,000)

Mohammed and family ($7,620/$25,000)

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[734] got some new acrylic markers!! so here's me testing them out :)

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Hero Breakdown Case File: 002 - GEMINITAY

here’s gem from my hermitcraft hero au!! she’s a hero, works for the Equilibrium Foundation!

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Cedar Blog Mini Directory

my name is cedar!

I use any pronouns even neos. seriously, go wild!

I'm a writer and I post the occasional art

I have like no clue what I'm doing.

If you're interested in my hermitcraft hero au "The Quality of Mercy", the tag is -> #TQOM: hc au

you can find the ao3 posts for it here!

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The rest of itajun doodles. Totally normal about them

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i’m posting about my hero au so much i should probably make a specific tag for it huh.

sighs.

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Wanted to make a few extra character sheets for my superhero au!! so first on the chopping block! HOTGUY!!

Power Breakdown Case File 001:

read it on ao3 if you’re interested!

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some of y'all need to learn the ancient texts (polyamory ships instead of have a crisis about who to ship who with)

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Here's my @mcythorrorgiftexchange gift for @gladburden !! Hope you enjoy (yes yes I know it's not quite done I swear I'm getting to it I promise)

It All Works Out For Me In The End

Words: 25k

Summary:

Grian cowers from him, shrinking back into the wall. It does nothing for him but make him an easier target. Bdubs plants a hand in the middle of his chest, pinning him to the mossy stone walls, and drags him upwards.

“What are you doing?” Grian gasps, forming the words breathlessly around Bdubs’ hands at his lungs. He whimpers as the stone digs into his back, rips through his shirt, tears into his skin– “What are you-!”

Bdubs puts his free hand on Grian’s face. For a moment, he holds it there and does nothing. Grian’s breaths puff over the palm of his hand, hot and panicked, as the blood from his broken nose drips down his arm. There exists a moment in which Bdubs considers not doing what he’s about to do.

He pushes his fingers into Grian’s eyes and cracks his skull open on the wall.

And then there is clarity. … No- wait, now hold on.

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You are the boy in the cage. You don't want to hurt them, but you don't know what else to do.

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“i love jizzie” we all say in unison

small prequel spinoff one shot from my existing au!

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lord the peasants are so loud today

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imagining a world where ethan hernández didn’t die and tyler grows up ACTUALLY getting into piercings and hair full time. his dad is alive to continue teaching him guitar.

guys….alternative rocker boy tyler was stolen from us.

think about what we could’ve had

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its posts like this that make me consider writing some ashler for ao3.

I’m not in the shipping scene of the fandom, but when I read those lines and dialogues, these were the ones I thought of immediately.

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Do you guys ever think that Tyler could develop a phobia of "be inside a car when its passing next to a high place like a bridge" or something like that?

Because even though he died bcuz of a tree, the real problem was that he fell from a higher place to a florest. He wouldn't have died if it wasnt for this, cuz he would just have stopped in the ground.

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She heard everything. She saw everything.

The crack of the car lock turning. The door violently opening. The sound of wheels passing over rocks. The trees making their presence on the stupid and beautiful scenary. Her brother...

Falling. He was falling.

Taylor tried to catch him. Reach his hand as much as she could, she was prepared to jump from that car if needed. The monster behind them had no importance. Her other half was being stole from her just like her father were, she had to take him back. But her body didn't moved, something was holding her. She saw the tears around Tyler's eyes starting to pour as he finally got thrown out of the jeep. She lost the sight of him, but he couldn't be this far already. So she started to scream to Ashlyn, Aiden, anyone who could hear her shouting to the florest. Begging for them to go back.

"We will." was her answer. But when? Tyler didn't had that much time.

"We need to survive first!", she heard it again. We. There was no "We" without Tyler. He was her family, the only stability she had. Her everything.

During minutes, that turned into hours, they walked around the place, trying to find a single remnant of his body. Nothing was found, not even a tiny piece of his clothes, or blood.

Curled up at the school's floor. Logan's arm on her back giving little pats as she trembled. The last imagine of Tyler's desperate eyes still appearing on her vision. She wasn't sure if they were in silence or not.

She heard nothing. She saw nothing.