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hey, i hate to do this, but my rent is due in 2 days and the commission i was absolutely relying on didn't happen, so if you like my fanart, I'm opening for a few custom commission slots!

i can draw humans, furries and monsters no problem. you can find my TOS/all the rest of my commission options here, but for now i'm opening for these two types:

COLORED SKETCHES (FULLBODY): $150 USD ($75 per added character)

CLEAN PAINTINGS (FULLBODY): $250 ($125 per added character)

(and if you prefer, you can elect to have either of those finished in a pixel style for no extra charge!)

please consider buying something if you're able, even one colored sketch would mean i get to keep a roof over my head this month!

[slasherextensionfamily]

Scammer pretending to be Palestinian v5

This post is intended to be a reference to check on when you get an ask that looks suspicious and you want to be sure it’s not a scam account. Asks from blogs with GoFundMe links are not scam accounts so you won’t find them on this list. Accounts who are listed here are scams. For more information, please read this post.

As of 7/7/2024, here is the currently known scam accounts impersonating Palestinians needing aid. Here is a list of commonly used names for these scams as the post would be too long if I included them. Please don’t donate to any blog that’s here and warn anyone sharing their posts.

(TBA)

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None of these accounts are verified as real, are vetted as real, or have been confirmed as real no matter what their post tells you. If you want a list of verified fundraisers, please check out this post. Searching usernames should also help with seeing if someone has already been verified but please be aware that it takes time.

These scammers listed above are taking their posts from real Palestinian fundraisers and passing it off as theirs without linking to the real one. They make names to impersonate actual people and always use a donation pool link for their posts often hiding it behind a linktree link passing it off as a GoFundMe link. These scammers are not on any of the masterlists regarding verified fundraisers if you search.

If you search the scammers asks, you’ll usually find they’ve been at this for almost 3 months now and have been reusing the same asks since with very few changes.

To report scam posts: click the three “…” then select Report -> Something else -> Unlawful uses or content -> Phishing and explain how the account is not legitimate.

[slasherextensionfamily]

there are several scams going on right now where the person pretends to be Palestinian and claims they or a family member have diabetes or cancer or etc. please be aware, and please delete your reblog if you've reblogged one.

https://www.tumblr.com/kyra45/752719010326609920/scammer-pretending-to-be-palestinian-v5?source=share

I see-

Thank you for the warning friend! I'm not all that good at seeing the difference :,DD

[slasherextensionfamily]

Dear Reader,🌹

I am Dr. Mohammed Aldeeb, a dedicated medical professional specializing in emergency care, hailing from the Gaza Strip. 🇵🇸 ✌🕊

For years, I poured my heart and soul into my work at Al-Shifa Hospital, tending to the wounded and the ailing with compassion and skill.😀

However, the ravages of war tore through our lives😓, forcing me to abandon my cherished home and the familiar walls of the hospital where I once found solace😥💔.

Leaving behind the echoes of laughter and camaraderie, I embarked on a painful journey southward, bidding farewell to the streets where I grew up😓💔, the corners where I sought refuge, and the colleagues who felt like family. Memories of my formative years and the countless lives I touched during my tenure at Al-Shifa and other medical facilities flooded my mind😥, as I struggled to come to terms with the sudden upheaval.

Despite the adversities that besieged me, I persevered in my pursuit of healing. My determination led me to Al-Azhar University, where I embraced the role of a teaching assistant, imparting knowledge to aspiring medical students with unwavering dedication. Dreams of specializing in internal medicine beckoned me back to Al-Shifa Hospital, but alas, the brutal onslaught of war reduced it to rubble, shattering my aspirations in its wake.

In the chaos and carnage of conflict, I sustained injuries, and the sanctuary of my home was obliterated, leaving my family and me destitute and displaced. Yet, amid the ruins, a flicker of hope persists. At Al-Aqsa Hospital, I continue to extend a helping hand to those in need, drawing strength from the resilience instilled in me through years of education and service.

Today, we find ourselves sheltering in a humble tent, stripped of our possessions and livelihoods. The loss of my job, my home, and the comforting presence of my loved ones weighs heavily on my heart. Nevertheless, I refuse to surrender to despair, clinging to the belief that brighter days lie ahead.

It is with a heavy heart that I reach out to you, dear reader, seeking assistance in securing safe passage for myself and my family from the turmoil of Gaza. With your kindness and generosity, I hope to reclaim the path to realizing my medical vocation, enabling me to provide for my loved ones and contribute to the healing of our wounded world.

Your compassionate aid would mean the world to me and my family.

With gratitude and hope,

Dr. Mohammed Aldeeb

Gaza Strip

WhatsApp: 00972599095244

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RED ALERT - STOP SCROLLING AND REBLOG IMMEDIATELY, REGARDLESS OF WHAT YOUR BLOG IS ABOUT

KOSA COULD BE VOTED ON IN THE SENATE VERY SOON!

IF YOU ARE A MINOR, YOUR TUMBLR ACCOUNT COULD BE AT RISK!

TAG EVERYONE YOU KNOW. DO WHATEVER YOU CAN TO HELP.

CALL. YOUR. SENATORS.

@thebunnyofevil @itsapmseymour @bettinalevyisdetermined @singular-ghost-sound @staffs-secret-blog

@staff @badjokesbyjeff @the-one-and-only-duckduckgo @firefox-official @pukicho

@holisticdetective42

Photos from #memes-and-graphics in the Stop Internet Censorship Discord server.

Posted May 18, 2024.

[slasherextensionfamily]

Hello there, 👋

I am Tamer Aldeeb, a dentist from Gaza.

We have suffered greatly from fear, displacement, and the destruction of our home and my clinic, and everything we literally own...

We want to save ourselves from what seems like an inevitable death.

I hope you can take a look at my campaign on the pinned post on my profile ,and help us by donating or sharing our campaign to reach the largest number of supporters.🌹🌹

Our campaign is verified by @90-ghost , @ibtisams , @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Thanks a lot in advance ❤️❤️❤️

Can't really donate... But I can't share you campaign!!

I'm sorry that this is happening to you right now, as well as all others who are with you. I hope that you get somewhere safe, and get the support you need soon!! 🙏

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Hey, hi! Im really sorry for sending this, i just hope im not overstepping any boundaries as I’m about to ask help which is very important right now :( our cat, Sleepy needs an urgent vet care. She is pain and I can't afford to pay the vet to help her so I'm reaching out to ask for help, I mean even if you can’t help monetarily, reblogging or sharing it would truly mean a lot. She is my daughter’s best friend and she’s all I have left of my mom who passed away last 2021. In case you’d be insterested to help, I have pinned the post on my blog, please try to also answer the ask privately as some people tend to get weird on this stuff. Please send us prayers, be safe. ♥️🙏

Ahem. Okay, Tumblr Community!

Let's try to help this sweet buddy!

By the way, this is no harm at all! Trying to ask for help. That's perfectly fine! I do hope you and your cat manage to get the help you need! No matter what, as long as you keep fighting, the kitty will more or less be happy that you're trying your best.

Prayers for you my friend! Stay safe as well ❤️‍🩹🙏🙏

[slasherextensionfamily]

WHY DOES THIS HAVE ONLY 1 NOTE WHEN I FOUND IT???

Hello, can I request headcannon about TFP Ratchet, Bulkhead, and maybe Wheeljack reactions to their charges being „hit” with dark Energon? Similiar to Raf in 23 episode. 

(Pretty sure I did Wheeljack's reaction to something like this before.)

Ratchet's scrambling to get the medibay in order as he waits for nurse Darby to arrive. All the while, he's running everything he knows about human biology through his mind, and trying to devise a way to save you, but nothing that he thought of seemed to be working. But once June arrived he was lucky to have a plan in order. But even after you've been stabilized he's concerned about any permanent damage to your body, or other issues. For the next few days he monitors your health closely in the event you suddenly take a turn for the worse.

The instant you got hit, Bulkhead spun right around and began signalling Ratchet to prepare the medibay and to activate a groundbridge. All the while Ratchet and June began doing what they could to save you, Bulkhead was left feeling so upset and angry with not only the person who hurt you, but himself. He feels upset that he failed to protect you, and now you're on the brink of death and he can't do anything to help... Except beat the heck out of whoever did this to you, that is...

[slasherextensionfamily]

Hello!! I have icon commissions open for $20 USD each, I'm struggling a bit financially at the moment due to me needing some medical equipment for a serious condition that I have just been diagnosed with.

I'd absolutely appreciate any reblogs, and please message me either here or on twitter if you'd like a commission!!

https://twitter.com/BillyTheK1t/status/1625808829782052864?t=OxQ9O_gqLmSrICXuuT_EYw&s=19

[slasherextensionfamily]

Rb to give gender euphoria to the person you reblogged it from

[slasherextensionfamily]

Right, so, at that point it isn't a ban on trans youth anymore when it targets adults. Now it's just trans healthcare bans period no qualifier

Also, literally every trans person told y'all this was going to happen. We absolutely said it was going to start with "but think of the children!" and then they were going to come after trans adults, and y'all fucking fell for it! Amazing! Thanks for fucking us over!

They will just keep pushing that age further and further up until it's totally (or at least functionally) banned.

[slasherextensionfamily]

my student loan payments are now over $300 a month. because im not continuing. because I didn't go to another year of school they tripled my owed payments. so sorry if you see me upset lately or you see me begging for money/posting my kofi and commissions. its not me just being greedy and wanting money. i work a full time job, a part time job, and I do delivery work on the side, and I still can barely pay. sorry if you find me posting about this annoying but im trying anything I can okay?

[slasherextensionfamily]

AYO

WHY THE ANGST-

What would Wilbur do with Techno's voices? I'm too tired and lazy to think abt it at the moment but I am curious. -sleepy anon (inc)

Huh, you know I think that's actually a pretty cool thought. I've never considered that before.

I feel like as a kid maybe Wilbur wouldn't understand why Techno seemed to be listening to people who weren't there a lot. Perhaps he'd try to strain his ears to see if be could hear what had grabbed his twins attention, but always failed.

As he grew older, Wilbur probably figured it out on his own pretty fast (with a little help from Phil of course) He's really supportive and casual about it. Just a bit shocked that he had never pieced two and two together about such a big topic.

I don't know if this ask was headed twards a more manipulative Wilbur and what he would do to the voices, but just know pre Lmanbur was as sweet as could be about them

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GP:..... I see why everyone wants to kill the staff in the left wing now...

So who decides in what wing the patient are gonna end up when they arrived at the hospital? And why are the ones in the left worse then those in right?! Jack was in the left wing, so that means he's not anymore? How so?! (Sorry for bad english btw)

Author : "Confidential information I am afraid. As for why they are different, each wing has different management. They also have more staff in the left wing and more patients. So, they do tend to privilege efficiency over the patients' well-being."

Jack : "For safety reasons. I almost killed their precious head nursey. I managed to get out of my constraints for fives seconds and punched her so many times that she almost said goodbye forever."

Elena : "You are a monster. But, I don't hold it against you. It is in your nature after all."

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You've heard of cuddling for warmth, you've heard of cuddling to stop bad dreams, now get ready for: cuddling so you have sth to hold and don't curl up like a shrimp in the night making your chest hurt in the morning

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GP whose fine with short guys:..... God I feel somehow lucky-.... Nobody tell Fred-

Respectfully speaking, y’all are old as shit. *looking at Penny with my head tilted to the side*

Hey, how tall are you? *looking Penny up and down* asking for a friend. (I’m that friend)

Actually, who’s the tallest and who’s the shortest? *looking at the slashers*

Author : "Excuse you ?! Respectfully speaking, my babies are perfect. They're not old. They aged like fine wine."

Penny *giggles* : "I usually take the appearance of an 8 foot something being..."

Five : "...Oh no."

Pennywise *bursts out laughing* : "Pocket-sized brat !"

Five : "I'm not a slasher. And if I remember correctly ? You're next on the list."

Pennywise : "Wrong. I can change my appearance. I could be taller than every single one of you guys."

Freddy *realizes he is next on the list* : "...Sh*t."

[slasherextensionfamily]

—tangy

SUMMARY | this was supposed to be a simple, relaxing mission. all of that had been thrown out the train window as soon as you saw idiot one and idiot two

PAIRING | tangerine x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | spoilers for bullet train, hit men, mentions of murder, guns, ect

WORD COUNT | 1.7k+

AUTHORS NOTE | fell in love with tangerine while watching bullet train. what more is there to it

🍊 MASTERLIST 🍊 NAVIGATION 🍊 RULES 🍊

Confined spaces certainly makes the job easier for you.

You were able to observe everyone simultaneously. Being everywhere all at once. Sitting idily in a corner inconspicuously, sipping on a drink while pretending to read a newspaper. All the while watching as people fidgit with their fingers and mingle amongst nearby passengers. Keeping tabs on who leaves and who enters and how many times they do it.

In fact that's all you had been planning on doing for the next twenty four hours. Enjoying the ambiance of the lovely modern train as you waited for your mark. Probably opting on getting up to lure the target into a bathroom stall, slitting their throat once the lock had been clicked. An easy job by definition, especially for you. Practically a vacation handed to you on a silver platter.

That's why you almost choked on your fizzy drink when they walked in.

You'd never forgot a face. Not once. That's part of the reason you made for such a good hit man. Show you someone's high school picture once, and you'd be able to pick them out in a crowd forty years after it had been taken. And when I say pick them out, I mean with a gun. Preferably from a rooftop. Probably from a rooftop.

So you recognized the leather jacket and blue suit almost immediately. After all how could you forget. Your annoyance for them had been all but solidified in concrete the moment the loud one had shot your leg in Russia, his twin just watching. That cast was a bitch to lug around for half a year, and everytime it thumped against the staricase in your house you cursed the both of them.

Suppressing a groan, your eyes cautiously watched from behind the pages of a comically large larg magazine as Lemon and Tangerine walked down the isle of the train compartment together, facing each other while bickering quite loudly. Or at least doing what you assumed was to be bickering. Knowing them, they probably just used that many curse words in a casual conversation anyway.

"I've told you a thousan' times, bruv." You listed to Lemon slur his words with that thick accent of his, practically spitting fire at his twin. "It's Thomas The Tank Engine. Not Thomas the Train. Get that in ya thick skull."

"Oh well, ex-fucking-scuze me. I didn' know I'd be gettin schooled on a fuckin kids show today, twat." Tangerines eyeroll was all but audible in response. He ignored as fellow passengers swapped offended looks with each other at their language. You'd imagine he'd be flipping them off if he wasn't so busy basically biting his brothers head off.

They were nearly past your booth now and out of the train car, your fingers tightening around the reading material in front of you in anticipation. For a moment you thanked whoever had given the both of them such long legs and speedy strides, happy as long as they were out of sight. Didn't matter that they would still be on the train. As long as they didn't see you, all was well.

So of course they would choose that moment to stop right in front of your fucking seat. The urge to stand up and kick them both in their asses was only increasing. Not that it wasn't already high up there in the first place.

"I don't give a bloody damn when ya smart ass people half the time you bastard. Here me complanin? Nope." Lemon popped the p at the last word, pointing a finger at his companions chest. "But no one, and I mean no one ya cheeky fuck, bad mouths Thomas in front of me."

"Right. And what you gonna do about it, fruit boy. Stick a diesel sticker on me when I ain't lookin?"

"I just might. An don't call me fruit boy. You're the one who came up with those names in the first place 'member?"

Your muscled tensed up in preparation when Tangerine suddenly whipped around to you, dragging Lemons attention along with him. The cool metal of your gun brushed against your fingertips as you slowly reached under the trains table for where it was hidden. Maybe this time you'd have an excuse to shoot them in the legs. Send them a hallmark card in the hospital afterwards. Something cheep and tacky. You were petty like that.

"Hey, mate, mind reminding my buddy here tha' grown ass adults don't watch the cartoon channel and he's due for a visit to the loony bin?"

You just glared at him and his stupid fucking 90's porn stache, frown deepening as you watched recognization well up in his eyes.

"Hang on." Your hand twitched with the urge to rip his tounge out of his mouth as it ran across his bottom lip. "I know you—"

"Oh for fucks sake."

You hopped up, abandoning your cozy little corner in turn for dragging him by the lapel of his now wrinkled suit into the connecting cabin of the train cars. You imagined that if they hadn't been so surprised by an innocent looking samaritan dragging their asses along, you would be sporting two new holes in the side of your head.

"One job! I had one job and the two of you had to muck it all up!" Words hissed out of your mouth like steam from a gas can as you dropped your grip on Tangerine and turned away from him, revealing your own gun nonchalantly. They were both quick to draw their own, stances stiff and confused in contrast to your loose but annoyed one.

"Ay I recognize you now." Lemon looked over at Tangerine, gesturing his gun to you loosely. "Russia. A broken leg. James the train, 'member?"

"Would you stop it with the Thomas the train shit for one fffuckin moment?" He hissed back. "Yeah I remember 'em. But that dosent explain what the hell their doin on this train now does it?"

"Nothing that concerns you." You saved them the trouble of yet another fighting match. "And wait, James the train?"

"Yeah." Lemons eyes brightened slightly while looking at you. As if happy someone was asking him about his interest in the train show without attempting to shit on it. "A James. Impatient but gets shit done. Kinda determined too."

You blinked.

"Okay now I like him." You turned your gun over to Tangerine completely now, the man's eyes widening as he sputtered slightly.

"What?!"

You shrugged with an unbothered and downward turn of your lips. "He complimented me. Plus he wasn't the one who shot me in the leg."

"Come-fucken-on that was not a fucken compliment!!"

"I dunno bruv." Lemon shrugged, mirroring your earlier action. "It kinda was."

"Yeah, alright I definitely like you now."

"Oh come off it you bitch! Help me out here or I'll fuckin kill you before they shoot me!" Tangerine spat. You listened as Lemon snickered.

"Hey. I'm good at readin people wha' can I say. And they certainly aren't lookin to shoot any of us right now. That's not a very Jamss thing of them ta do." You sent Lemon a kind thank you—to which he returned it with a your welcome. Tangerine was left alone to seethe in anger.

"Stop that before you blow a gasket." You made a face, referring to the way Tangerines jaw clenched as if he were attempting to chew glass. "Your brother here, Lemon, is right. I don't really feel like carrying your lifeless body across this train right now. I just want to get my damn job done and then go see a cherry tree grove or something."

He grumbled whilst Lemon preened at your recognization of his correct assumption.

"Besides. I'd hate to shoot you in the face and ruin your best asset. Would really ruin my day more than it already has been." A loose sigh made it past your lips. "Fucking up shit is more your style anyways."

You could tell Tangerine was struggling with being of the receiving end of such a blatant compliment and insult on the same time—practically picking through his brain for a measurable response. Either way he was about to run his mouth, and you'd wasted enough time on the job already.

"If I see either of you pass by through my train car again, it better just be that: passing through. Anything else and I am not afraid to end up leaving a few people with ringing ears. Capishe?" The gun in your hands was nodded at strictly, the not so hidden threat being left out in the open for all to interpret.

"Loud and clear mate." Lemon grinned.

"Good. Now scram."

"Hold on love—"

"Call me love again, and I rip that mustache off and shove it straight up that ass of yours. Now ta-ra, or whatever pricks like you say." You were already leaving, so sadly you didn't get to see the look on Tangerines face as you walked off, really just wanting to finish that drink you'd left behind now. Although you wouldn't complain if you were to find something a bit stronger than soda. Especially after that.

The twins waited until you were out of the connecting room before either of them went to speak.

"You know." Lemon clamped a hand down on Tangerines arm with a toothy grin. "If I didn' know any better bruv, I would say tha' you have a thing for them. Not everyday you get a compliment on your ugly mug."

"Must have hit your head boarding. And get ya fucken greasy bitch ass hand off me." He snarled, swatting his brothers hand off his shoulder. "They just threatened to kill me for fucks sake. And I them!"

"I dunno. They seemed like they're a little partial to oranges themself."

"It's tangerines idiot! Tangerines!"

"Whatever. Don't get your knickers in a twist."