#feel free to add onto this list

[canadian-us-politics]

A series of accounts (X? tumblr?) that need to be made to track things in the us:

A counter for every single time there's a school shooting.

A counter for every single time there's a us aircraft crash, starting after trump fired air craft personnel immediately resulting in the first mid-air crash in goodness knows how long.

A counter until trump's term ends <- has already been made!

A counter for every time trump makes a stupid/harmful executive order <- has already been made!

A counter for every single time trump presses that diet coke button.

A counter for every single time trump says he wants to buy a country that isn't for sale.

[plutos-dying-star]

🩵Being your own caregiver🍓

Being your own caregiver is important. It’s not just prepping a time and space to regress. It’s also about treating yourself with kindness, respect, and understanding.

Even if you have a Caregiver, you still need to be able to treat your little self the way they deserve to be treated.

This could look like ~

🩵talking to yourself through big emotions

🍓making sure any little items are clean and ready for you when you’ll need them

🩵redoing your day plan to accommodate your little self and their needs

🍓giving yourself constant reassurance and affirmations

🩵checking in with yourself about your wants, needs, feelings, boundaries and to work with your little self on them

(Plus many many others I haven’t named)

[cams-cozy-corner]

Top most baby coded Janes ever

Caramillo junior theatre:

I love the uniform with the baby blue <3

Middle Tennessee state Uni:

She hugs and plays with her doll a lot !!

McCarter theatre:

It’s the voice she does and she’s just so teeny tiny :0

That’s all bye <3

[thearcher1003]

Because I am thinking about making a tag for my personal posts I thought I would list them out here and take the opinion of my moots on it. I have thought of these so far -

the archer shoots

phoenix rises (that's not my name on this blog but it sounds nice)

venom spits (aannnd there goes your appetite)

venom shoots?

venom sticks/pops her head out (yeah Idk what I am writing at this point)

venom: let there be complains

venom vents (alliterationnnn)

venting sessions with venom (better alliteration and probably consonance or something too)

venting nights with venom (like a talk show name)

[holyprincenerd]

Hi ! Do you have any finnish music recommandations ? Feel free with the genre I'm quite open. I love discovering music in other languages but I'm always worried the lyrics will be saying something really terrible 😆

Hi! I'm all for spreading Finnish music, so of course! Just a fair warning, this ended up quite lengthy... Sorry about that. 😅 Here's a tl;dr version just in case you don't feel like reading about all the genre gushing and lyrical details, I couldn't help myself haha:

Pop, schlager and rock songs:

Ram Pam Pam by BESS

Tinakenkätyttö, Kaunis rietas onnellinen, and Supernaiset by Kaija Koo

Lähtisitkö by Pave Maijanen

Hei Rakas by BEHM

Soutaa Huopaa and Saatilla by Elokuu

Henkilökohtaisesti by PMMP, as well as their albums Leskiäidin Tyttäret and Kovemmat Kädet (content warning on these, if you end up reading translations of the lyrics, some of the songs on these albums deal with some heavy topics!)

Pauhaava sydän, Hetkeksi en sulle rupia, and Suudellaan by Lauri Tähkä & Elonkerjuu

Marmoritaivas by Johanna Kurkela

Suru on kunniavieras by Jenni Vartiainen (though her entire discography is phenomenal)

Che Guevara by Happoradio

Kaikki mitä mä annoin by Uniklubi

Samantekevää by Tiktak

Ikuinen Virta by Indica

Joutsenlaulu by Yö

Metal (or heavier) songs:

Hengitä by Turmion Kätilöt (content warning again, some of this band's songs have quite spicy lyrics, though I'd say a good portion of those songs are satirical. This song in particular doesn't have any questionable lyrics haha)

Laiva by Merta

Syvyydet by Vorna

Armo by Apulanta

Hope you find something you like among these!

Now for the longer answer lol:

For modern pop songs, there's no better place to start than Ram Pam Pam by BESS. The song has become a bit of a Eurovision darling despite the fact that it lost in the Finnish Eurovision national final, the UMK, and thus didn't compete in 2022. The song bears influence of Finnish pop and schlager (in Finnish this genre is called "iskelmä") artist Kaija Koo's songs, which tend to have empowering messages. If you want to listen to Kaija Koo's music, I'd recommend the songs Tinakenkätyttö, Kaunis rietas onnellinen, and Supernaiset.

A song that I have a personal soft spot for is the 80's summer banger Lähtisitkö by Pave Maijanen. It's a corny love song, but that's exactly why it's so great. 🥰 While we're on the topic love songs, there's also Hei Rakas by BEHM, which has very sweet and genuine lyrics and absolutely gorgeous instrumentals. (As a side note, this song is somewhat connected to Eurovision as well, as BEHM performed the song live during UMK 2020 as an interval act).

If you're interested in pop songs that use traditional Finnish instruments in them, I'd recommend both Soutaa Huopaa and Saatilla by the band Elokuu. These songs mix traditional Finnish instruments and the traditional Finnish dance music genre humppa (similar to waltz and foxtrot music) with Finnish schlager music and rap. In that sense, these songs are somewhat similar to Käärijä's Cha Cha Cha, as they mix schlager with rap, though the vibes are completely different. 😂 There's also Henkilökohtaisesti by PMMP, which uses a mix of traditional Finnish instruments and modern genres. As a matter of fact, I'd recommend the entirety of PMMP's album Leskiäidin Tyttäret, where Henkilökohtaisesti is included, as well as another album called Kovemmat Kädet. Though as a fair warning, many of the songs on these albums touch on very heavy topics. There's also the band Lauri Tähkä & Elonkerjuu, which blended traditional folk elements with schlager and rock. Their lyrics also utilise the Finnish Pohjanmaa dialect, adding onto the folk -feel of their music. Most of their songs are love songs, my personal favourites from their catalogue are Pauhaava sydän, Hetkeksi en sulle rupia, and Suudellaan. There's also the song Marmoritaivas by Johanna Kurkela, another very beautiful love song with some more traditional sounding elements to it. Fun fact about Johanna, she's also an ex UMK contestant who didn't make it to Eurovision! Moreover, Suru on kunniavieras by Jenni Vartiainen doesn't necessarily use any traditional instruments, but resembles old Finnish music in terms of specific vocals and some of the lyrics.

Of course I also have to bring up Finnish metal and rock music. Some of my personal favourite metal songs in Finnish are Hengitä by Turmion Kätilöt (who tend to have quite... interesting lyrics), Laiva by Merta and Syvyydet by Vorna. Hengitä and Laiva are both songs about mental illness. For less heavy music, there are the likes of Happoradio and Uniklubi, for specifically all-female acts there are Tiktak and Indica. As a starting point for these bands, I'd recommend Che Guevara by Happoradio, Kaikki mitä mä annoin by Uniklubi, Samantekevää by Tiktak (fun fact this was my absolute favourite song as a kid) and Ikuinen Virta by Indica. I feel slightly obligated to also recommend the songs Joutsenlaulu by Yö and Armo by Apulanta, as both are arguably culturally significant songs. Joutsenlaulu is a reflection on mortality and a song about loss (playing into the typical Finnish artist's obsession with death as an artistic motif), while Armo could be interpreted as a song about the Winter War (a war between the Soviet Union and Finland that took place during the World War II and has shaped Finnish culture immensely). There's also a very beautiful choir cover of the song Armo, called Konflikti (Armo). This version was featured in a movie about Apulanta. Sadly, Joutsenlaulu is not available on Spotify anymore (or any other streaming services for that matter). Funnily enough, Joutsenlaulu was originally meant to be a candidate for the Eurovision song contest of 1984, but the idea was scrapped after its composer came to the realisation that he couldn't possibly keep the length of the song under three minutes. Anyway, here's a link to the song on YouTube, just in case the links above don't work: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URDrfH2Rbbg&ab_channel=FinSongs

[sugarpenchant]

can you rec some of your favorite bullet train fics??

i sure can! thanks for the ask, and happy reading! other than mine of course i can highly recommend at least the following four fics, there's definitely some incredible talent in this lovely corner of the internet!

five times tangerine fainted (and the one time he didn't) by yourguardianangel aka @indibdraws. i love a 5+1 and the mix of chemistry and comedy and drama here is second to none! i may have had a hand in how some of this turned out as the author and i are friends/enablers

post-canon fix it: When Ladybug stopped on that rural Japanese hillside to fish an all-too-familiar corpse from a cherry blossom tree, the last thing he expected was for it to surge to life and start calling him a twat. Thus began a rather unlikely alliance between a bug and two fruits.

you would hate to be my eurydice also by yourguardianangel @indibdraws, a little darker, definitely heed the tags, but so hauntingly good

It’s been two months since the Shinkansen Incident and the criminal underbelly of the entirety of Japan is in chaos. The White Death’s empire has crumbled in the power vacuum, and splinter factions are cannibalising each other to establish whatever territory and power they can. Ladybug, plagued by guilt and sleepless nights, accepts an extraction job for an unknown captive from one such splinter faction’s holdouts. Low stakes, easy work, with a specific request for stealth over violence. Perfect for him. Of course, things never go quite to plan for Ladybug, and rules are broken when he finds out the identity of the captive in question.

a tangerine in the hand by anonymous, wish i knew who to thank because DAMN. check out all of this anon's work, they're all so bloody gorgeous, just remember to check the tags

Ladybug, doing a job in Chicago. He thought Tangerine was dead. or, A penthouse, a bathtub, and damp copper hair, gripped hard in Ladybug's hand.

the 10 day bet by taliamytalia aka @writeblrfantasy when i tell you this fic bewitched me... excellent dynamics, characterisation, and the tension is off the dang charts. this fic is the start of a series that is an absolute joy to devour

Ladybug can’t resist taunting Tangerine just a little bit. “You know, Lemon’s not entirely wrong. You are incapable of keeping your hands off of me.” Tangerine whirls around. “Me?”

of course it goes without saying that there's loads more than what i've remembered to list here, hopefully the fandom will come through and rec some more in the reblogs :)

[shy-sapphic-ace]

A list of gay old men* who say “dear boy”

Otto Octavius

Aziraphale

Sherlock Holmes

Bilbo Baggins

Lord Henry

Arsène Lupin

(* male shaped people)

If I had a dollar every time etc etc

[soreiya]

Here are some suggestions on how to make the fandom a little safer/more welcoming for everyone:

Keep in mind that this fandom appears to be a lot smaller than it actually is. Sadly we have a rampant problem with segregation. A lot of the major issues within the community coincide with an entitled desire to force others into conformity. It pushes people into choosing which cliques/factions that they need to fit into. Which in turn isolates them from making any other potentially meaningful connections with other fans. This behavior is part of what is encouraging the extremists. When you tell people that things have to be a certain way, they are obviously going to want to rebel. Instead we should try to be open to new takes/ideas. You can be friends with people who don't always agree with you. You don't have to like the exact same things in order to appreciate or encourage one another. Try to be supportive of your fellow fans. Example: Just because someone likes/doesn't like a ship that you do/don't, doesn't make them a terrible person. Allow others to make their own decisions on who they want to interact with. It’s not all that difficult to figure out who is a bad egg. If an opinion or HC differs from your own: Respect the other person’s individuality Consider having a polite debate Agree to disagree Ignore and move on Be open to constructive criticism. Sometimes you don't notice things until you are exposed to another person's perspective. Try not to blindly trust word of mouth information, or out of context screenshots. Ask for sources! Get the facts. Tumblr polls are an unreliable sources of information. I wouldn't recommend trying to use them as a way to win an argument. Please use the appropriate tags/warnings. It's important to allow others to be able to curate their fandom experience. By tagging or informing others to tag triggering topics, AU character names, or references. You are doing a service to the community as a whole and not just the corner in which you choose to reside in. Example: Reading fanfiction is a huge time investment. Therefor it's disheartening and sometimes downright infuriating to be exposed to unwanted content without your consent. This includes epilogues that state "And things continue from here into ___ fandom AU."

If an ask/request is not to your liking: Politely decline Ignore the message Block the individual if you really don't want to hear from them again If you’re getting harassed: Do not engage Report Block Consider turning off anon asks

[syntheticpaperd0ll]

unconventional pronoun users. i love you.

neopronouns (not just it/its)

no pronouns

masc pronouns despite a typically fem expression

fem pronouns despite a typically masc expression

names used in place of pronouns

people with many sets of pronouns

people who change pronouns both frequently and infrequently

youre all so valid and i love you all

[marshmalo]

why do desert areas keep being second

new super mario bros, a hat in time, miitopia, pizza tower floor 2 is desert themed, Epithet Erased Of All Things

[ravenekrops]

you know what. i'm not writing all of these in the tags

i absolutely LOVE researching lore-appropiate names for my OCs, it's a very important step of their development in my creation process :3 even tho after writing this list it seems i don't do it often enough... whoops 😑

in no particular order! let's see if i can remember them all... same color means same universe btw!

Larial Black (Undertale): Arial Black like the font but with an L at the front for that tiny sprinkle of originality (yes she's a skeleton yes she's the skelebros' elder sister yes i was a kid yes i was cringe AND free mind you 🙄)

Agnes Black: originally a gijinka of Horrortale!Larial Black, her surname retains its original meaning (aka nothing special or specific). can't remember why i chose Agnes as her name (there was some (ugh 🙄) religious meaning behind it but it's been long forgotten). but i gotta admit, her name meaning "chaste" and her ending up being aroace WAS a good coincidence so i'll just pretend i did that on purpose lol. also i just looove the word. Agnes... <3

Lisabel Black: Horrortale!Larial Black gijinka 2.0! now more bloodthirsty than ever! i liked the name Isabel but i thought it'd be a bit plain so i added the L at the front for that- you know the drill (but also to retain even more of her original character-ness)

Ryan "Jackal" Drake: 100% unabashed coolness factor (i WAS a kid for this one too, gimme a break!). in-universe explanation is that it's his stage name he chose when he decided to do crime after he arrived at the US

Eric O'Shea: Eric means "ever ruler" in Old Norse which is kind of true for the part he plays in his story, O'Shea is Irish (he's Irish) and also sounds like "ocean" and "sea" a bit. he comes from a family of fishermen. also i just like how it sounds :>

Léan O'Shea: pronounced Liam because i said so (idk how it's actually pronounced sorryyy). Irish name for an Irish child (even if she's adopted)

Luma/Heather (Undertale): "pluma" without the p. "feather" with an h. you can guess what type of anthro/furry she is lol

Vreytus: literally scrambled words together until they made sense phonetically. i wanted it to sound alien and mysterious. i probably have the original words i corrupted to get his name written somewhere but i am not looking it up -.-

Lee: ohhhhhh this is a fun one :3 when i first started doodling him i called him "long limbed guy", then "limbed" which shortened to "Lee" (yes i know that the "li-" from "limb" is pronounced with a shorter sound but i'm not a native speaker so idrc :p). later on i decided his full name would be Leroy but it's a "only using the full name when they're in trouble" kinda case (also it makes the long "ee" sound make sense now! whammo!)

Voirds: void + birds

Voirdity: void + bird + deity (🤯)

Rask'r (TESV): pronounced "raskur". argonian name generator

Raz: humanization of Rask'r, which also happens to be a real name. lucky me! seriously tho, it means "secret" in Hebrew. it's related to his backstory

Eva: short for Evangeline. Raz's most trusted friend

Mask (Undertale): self explanatory

Fangbeak (fursona (lol)): fang + beak (i know, mindboggling this one)

Diego (Pokémon): good sounding Spanish name for my favorite Paldean-residing-in-Unova boy :>

Donovan: from Old Irish "brown" and "dark". guess his hair color lol. okay i also wanted something that sounded old and uncommon since he's from the 1700s

Charles "Chad" Kevin Reeve (Half Life): honestly i just wanted an excuse to have a character named Chad lol. Reeve is Old English for "sheriff" or "local official" which fits his character as a bossy soldier. don't ask about the middle name, i have no idea

Lewis James Barnett (Half Life): honestly even after rechecking their meanings i got nothing for this one, chief. it made sense at the time... probably. something about famous scientists maybe? don't ask about the middle name, i have no idea either

Bug: simple nickname given by the scientists that captured it that just. stuck along lol

honorary mentions go to these unnamed but existing OCs:

Bovine dad (Undertale): there's... not much to him. sorry :1

Revenant Prince: the "protagonist" of an original D&D setting i still hope to finish some day :(

Human: Vreytus' partner, and the first human he properly meets after he finds his identity. the human shows him how humans live and also teaches him about relationships and connection

Why is your OC named what they're named? Is there a different reason in-universe than out-of-universe?

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[peaktora]

𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 ˚◞♡ ⃗ satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ your husband is unbearably clingy.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.9k words. no pronouns used or specified gender for the reader. intended lowercase. established relationship (#married).

a/n. — i’m warning u guys right now that this is not proofread 😭 .. i literally just typed this up rq and posted it bc it’s been too long since i’ve last posted something on here

p.s. the prompt was in my notes from a longgg time ago, but i believe it’s from @/creativepromptsforwriting .. if not please lmk !!

"c'mere, hold my hand," satoru pleads for what has to be the third time. he pouts at you, who’s sitting on the countertop.

your brows furrow as you look up from your phone, "but, you're washing the dishes?”

he twists the faucet handle, and a steady stream of water flows down. after a brief glance at you, he places the plate beneath the water and says, "i know how to multitask, baby."

clinginess is defined as “the tendency to stay near someone for emotional support, protection, ect.” but there has to be another term for what satoru is, because you can't give any of those things while holding his hand right now.

you let out a deep breath and turn off your phone, watching as the screen fades to black. "satoru, there's no way i'm sticking my hand in that dirty dishwater," you say, sliding your phone into your pocket.

he practically shoves the plate into the drying rack. "i can't believe this," he huffs. "we literally had vows."

“what are y—“

“we had vows that said you’d love me in sickness and in health.”

"well…are you sick?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest.

he pauses his task of washing dishes, leaving them untouched. leaning over the sink, he rests his arms against its edge. he steals a furtive glance at you, only to find your gaze locked onto him. with a hint of hesitation, he softly mumbles, "no..." before you can respond, he interrupts, "but i’m in health, and the vows said that you have to love and cherish me in this state too."

you lean back, searching your mind for what the alternative of holding his hand would be. because in no world would you hold his hand in dishwasher. then, it hits you. "for now, would a hug make you feel better?"

he answers your question with a hum, and you can't believe he's debating whether or not to accept your offer after all that drama over holding hands in dishwater. even so, he adds, "i'll have to give it some thought."

two can play that game.

“it’s okay,” you say, gracefully hopping down from the counter. a smirk spreads across your face. “i could just go—sit on the couch?” slowly, you start to walk in his direction and make your way over to the living room.

he doesn’t say anything, letting you do as you please. it’s not until you start to pass by him, that you get the reaction you wanted.

or atleast, somewhat similar to what you wanted.

"on second thought—" he exclaims, and the dishwater swirls around him as he turns around, his hands still wet and dripping.

you cringe as small puddles gather on the tiles. "hey—" but he interrupts you as he reaches out to grab your wrist. “ew—I—what the hell?”

you instinctively try to pull back, but he slips his wet hand in yours; sealing your fate.

“satoru—”

“what happened to nicknames?”

“satoru.”

"’m not sure who that is. i go by a lot of names, but not that one. lets go down the list, yeah?” he clears his throat. “i go by "babe, baby, swe—"

"you should consider adding "gojo" to that list."

"now, when have you ever called me gojo?”

"right now, in exactly ten seconds.” your husband gasps, hanging his mouth open. “satoru go—"

“woah woah woah—what’d i do to deserve this treatment?”

“you put your dirty dishwater hand in mine.” you jerk your hand back, struggling to escape free of his grip.

his grip tightens on your hand, “if you’re feeling like not loving me today then just say that.”

“hey—don’t discredit me. i offered you a hug and you said you had to “think” about it.”

“cause holding your hand ‘s better.”

you sigh, “after you’re done with the dishes, you can hold my hand as long as you want.“

he lets out a soft, thoughtful hum—the same hum that got you both into this situation in the first place. at the same time you shake your head, a mischievous twinkle appears in his eyes, and a smile twists onto the edges of his lips. "deal" he says, shaking your hand. “but before-“

you tsk, making him drop his excuse.

“wh—“

"the quicker these dishes get done, the quicker you’ll be able to hold my hand. so get on with it—go," you playfully command, and his grip loosens in response. seizing the opportunity, you slide your hand out of his grasp. you look down at it, seeing bits of food that’ve stuck to your palm. gross.

you walk over to the sink, feeling the cool water flow over your hand, washing away the food and dirt that clung to your skin. as you stand there, you hear satoru's voice grumbling from behind, "i hate doing dishes,” and you can’t help but snort.

before you know it, you feel his presence close behind you, his body pressing against yours. his arms encircle you, creating a cozy pocket of space between the counter and his body. satoru leans over your shoulder, gets a sponge from the soapy water, and starts washing a bowl. you simply lean back and look at his features.

the sight almost makes you want to stay in his arms forever. that is, until you realize the predicament you're in.

“you did not,” you whine. you desperately try to break free from the cage he’s trapped you in, but your attempts prove more and more pointless.

"oh, yes, i did," he declares with a smile. “what did you say earlier?" he clears his throat before proceeding. "the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you'll be able to hold my hand," he says, mockingly imitating your tone. "so, the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you can leave and do anything you want."

you sulk and moan while you reluctantly grab a dish and a spare sponge from the sink. “i hate you.”

“i love you more.”

[rockabswing]

making a separate thread for help links 💖 i will add more links as i find them !!

post w/ part two can be found here

PALESTINE

decolonize palestine

one click goes a long way !

petition signatures

post with various petitions and campaigns

who are the israeli settlers ?

URGE CONGRESS TO STAND WITH PALESTINE

USA - contact your representatives through this google doc

USA - contact

USA - contact

text resist to 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103-- a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel !

UK - call for a ceasefire

UK - email your MP

UK - email to call for a ceasefire

australia - contact your rep !

twitter thread of donation links

protest preparation

companies to boycott

longer list of companies to boycott*

news source for updates

another news source

palestinian news source

palestinian journalist to follow

palestinian journalist #2

palestinian who posts updates about his living conditions

palestinian journalist

news from gaza

gaza news source

palestinian tiktoker who shares updates on palestine

free resources - includes 6 textbooks

israel's plan to ethically cleanse gaza

various subtwt charities for palestine

canadian based donation website #1

canadian based donation site #2

canadian based donation site #3 with information

USA based donation site #1

USA based donation site #2

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UK donation site #1

UK donation site #2

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australian donation site #1

australian donation site #2

australian donation site #3

buy an e-sim for a palestinian !

buy hygiene products for afab palestinians

games for gaza

purchase a keffiyeh !

note: it is not guaranteed that donations will get to palestinians due to the blockade. it is still noble to donate, but keep that in mind.

*another note: it is important to focus on the companies that the bds movement has listed. although important to know about, having a more targeted approach will have better results.

CONGO

2022 & 2023 global report of DRC

genocide watch - DRC

video about congo

congo infographic

another video about congo

canada based donation website

another canadian donation website

3rd canadian donation site

USA donation site #1

USA donation site #2

USA donation site #3

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USA donation site #5

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UK donation site #1

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UK donation site #9

australian donation site #1

australian donation site #2

australian donation site #3

congolese donation site

youtube film about congo

another infographic

thread about congo

SUDAN

this site lets you choose which country you're donating from !

canadian donation site #1

canadian donation site #2

canadian donation site #3

USA donation site #1

USA donation site #2

USA donation site #3

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USA donation site #5

UK donation site #1

UK donation site #2

UK donation site #3

australian donation site #1

australian donation site #2

australian donation site #3

sudanese donation site, but also has USA and canadian sites near the bottom

video about sudan

quick summary about sudan

list of other sudanese charities to donate to

information about sudan

important information about sudan

sudanese journalist

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[tunaricebowl]

i don’t know which autistic/adhd/any kind of neurodivergent person needs to hear this but: make a “just in case” bag

this is a pic of mine. it contains:

loop earplugs on the zipper

prescription glasses with a clip on sunglasses attachment

my public transport discount card

a pen

a glasses cloth + wet glasses wipes (which can also be used to clean my hands if needed!

wireless earbuds in case my headphones give out

tips for my apple pencil + silicon covers if i need a different texture/the sound is too loud

a sanitary pad (not for me, as i had a hysterectomy, but i like carrying one around for my menstruating friends)

a pouch with hair ties for when my hair bothers me

autism lanyard (not pictured, as i put it in after i took it)

will i use these every day? not necessarily. but it’s good to have these all in one place in a little pouch so it’s easy to throw into my bag as i use different ones for different occasions. that way i don’t have to think about all these things individually.

it might seem like common sense for some people, but i didn’t think of this until recently. so i wanted to share this in case it could be handy for other people. some more ideas for what to put in your bag under the break. you can make this as big or as small as you like so some ideas may seem a bit big

powerbank + cables (preferably a powerbank that has a LOT of charge)

snacks (do keep an eye on the expiration date)

painkillers/emergency meds (same thing about the expiration date)

sewing kit

deodorant/perfume

mini fan

hand warmers

scissors/nail clippers (for when tags/threads/your nails are bothering you)

tweezers

lucky charm (i have my lucky cat keychain. it just calms me to have)

plushie/stress ball/fidget toy

mints/a mini toothbrush and toothpaste

extra pair of underwear (for if you suddenly need to stay somewhere overnight or if an accident happens)

comb

band-aids + disinfectant

hand cream/soothing cream

soap/soap leaves

similarly, some mini shampoo or mini body wash (again for if you suddenly need to stay the night. there’s probably already some wherever you’re staying but again. this is a just in case bag)

q-tips

chapstick

makeup remover wipes

razors

hand sanitizer/general sanitizer

wet wipes/tissues

foldable bag

ruler/tape measure

this is a lot but keep in mind, these are just ideas. you don’t have to use everything, just pick out which things you think would be handy for you and make your bag accordingly. do feel free to add onto the list if you have any other ideas.

[reilemon]

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♡︎ pairing: Zayne x fem!reader

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♡︎ cw: unprotected sex (oops), office sex, semi-public sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, I think that's it?

♡︎ word count: 3.4k

♡︎ synopsis: what to do when you "accidentally" flash your doctor?

♡︎ a/n: I haven't written smut in like three years. So if you think my writing is cringe, just keep scrolling idk.

♡︎ special thanks to my beta reader ♡︎ @its-de ♡︎ for reading and helping me with this

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You finally have a day off and you want to use this free time to run errands. However, it's also a hot summer day and you need to dress accordingly. After cleaning your apartment and stocking up your fridge, you have -

meet up with your friend

shop for some new summer clothes and bed sheets

doctor’s appointment

You'd just skip the last one because you feel fine, even during the hot weather.

But you know damn well Dr Zayne will not be pleased with you if you do that. And he's not only your doctor now (and a childhood friend), but an actual friend who you spend most of your free time with. Circumstances of him being your assigned physician, some other stuff that happened in the last few months, brought you so much closer that you couldn't help but develop a huge crush on him. And how could you not when he's so kind, warm, attentive, always makes time for you, funny in his own way... you could spend the whole day thinking of all the stuff that makes you want to be more than friends.

Actually, you might be more than just friends. Lately, you’ve been going on a lot of “dates”; visiting festivals, trying new restaurants but also frequenting your favorite ones, dragging him to the arcade… he’s started insisting on being the one to drop you off at home after a night out. Just a couple of weeks ago when you were sick, he came to your place and took care of you. Both of you ended up falling asleep on your bed watching your comfort movie – actually, he wanted to read his book but ended up invested in the plot and eventually fell asleep before you, tired from his shift and nursing you back to health. You had enough strength to get up to pull out a freshly washed blanket from the closet and cover him. You lied back down, finding comfort in watching Zayne’s peaceful sleeping face. That’s how you fell asleep.

The next morning you found yourself waking up on Zayne’s chest, your form enveloping his. He was gently stroking your back, waiting for you to open your eyes. You don’t know whether you were the one that latched onto him during the night, or if he’s the one that pulled you in; nonetheless, it felt surreal to wake up like this. You looked up into his beautiful hazel green eyes, and you just shared a moment of pure intimacy. Then you got self-conscious of him having a close up of your morning face, which made you immediately jump from the bed and sprint to the bathroom. So, he did manage to nurse you back to health in one day.

You really wish he made the first move already. With all the stolen glances, lingering touches, cuddling, you genuinely think he feels the same way. But you are also his patient, so maybe he feels uncomfortable starting anything, like he’s crossing a boundary and abusing his position as your physician? Maybe he’s waiting for you to make the first move?

Or maybe you’re just delusional and ovulating.

Okay, back to the present. You’re not going to pass up the opportunity to see your crush (this is more than just a crush, honestly) and you add one more task to the list

get some dessert for Zayne

And you want to look cute for him, so you opt for your new backless summer dress.

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“Thank fuck, I look okay.” You murmur as you check yourself out in the mirror in the bathroom of Zayne's office.

It's just before 8pm, your scheduled checkup. Both of you were too busy to hang out for more than a week, and you can’t wait to see him. You took this opportunity to leave the heavy shopping bags on the sofa, the bag with dessert on his desk, and quickly freshen up in the bathroom. It was so hot today, still is, but thanks to the dress you didn't sweat that much.

You exit the bathroom the same time he enters the office. You catch how his usually stern gaze behind his glasses softens at the sight of you.

“Hey!” You don’t waste any time and shorten the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a peck on the cheek.

Zayne’s hands stiffly hover over your waist, stunned by the enthusiastic greeting. You always have a big smile on your face when you see him, but you’re only this forward when you have some alcohol in your system. He doesn’t smell it on your breath now though.

“Did you miss me that much, or are you trying to coax me to skip the check up?”

You pull away with a pout and a blush on your cheeks. Feeling a little embarrassed, you go and sit on a chair across his desk, steering the conversation towards the dessert you brought him.

With an entertained smirk, he sat on his chair and indulged in just chatting with you, and making plans for the evening. He feels at ease now that you’re here.

Zayne cuts the conversation short to take care of some paperwork, so you entertain yourself with your phone, checking what cafes are open. You sit there in silence, not wanting to disturb him. The room is air-conditioned and you would think you'd start to cool down, but it's impossible to do so when your crush is right across you. You try to focus on your phone but your eyes keep darting between the screen and Zayne’s handsome focused features…his hand holding the pen… his long fingers...

“You need to ask me something?” Zayne peers over his glasses.

Busted!

For like a hundredth time.

You fidget in your seat. “Um, no. I don’t wanna disturb you.”

He closes a file and puts papers aside. “I’m done. Go ahead.”

You make up how you wanted to ask him if he wanted to visit the café on your screen, only to for him to point out it’s closed when you show it to him. Not smooth at all.

You nervously scratch your back, and that when it hits you. You didn't wear a bra today!

In your defense, of course you're not going to wear a bra with the backless dress and when it's so hot outside, and it would be okay if this was just a hangout, but the main reason why you're here is because of the check up! Well, now you're getting even more flustered and you can feel nervous sweat forming everywhere. Great.

Zayne's voice fades into focus.

"Is everything okay?"

“Yeah, let’s just go find a cafe that’s nearby!” You prop yourself to sit up and make a run for it, but the seriousness in Zayne’s tone stops you.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

You wave your hand “I feel great, you don't need to -"

"That's good to hear." He humors you, setting the stethoscope around his neck, eyes not leaving yours.

You engage in a short staring contest, but you never win those with him. You hold back the bratty whine as you get up and walk towards the chair. Should you address this? What would be more awkward – saying that you don’t have a bra on or just slipping off the top of the dress, flashing him? But Zayne is a professional; he probably saw plenty of breasts from other patients and didn’t bat an eye. And maybe he even noticed that you’re braless.

You sit on the chair next to him and Zayne gives you an amused look. “Good girl.”

It was like a reflex - the moment you heard those words, your hands slipped off the top of your dress. Zayne pauses, his eyes locked at the sight before him. Oh shit, did you manage to make the situation awkward after all? Just when you wanted to open your mouth to say anything, he blinks and proceeds to do what he’s supposed to do. You suck in a breath when the icy cold stethoscope touches your chest spreading goosebumps across your skin, making your nipples hard. Zayne's eyes are focused somewhere to the side, but you can see light redness peppered on his cheeks. The two of you sit there in silence while he checks your heartbeat. You try to compose yourself, take slow breaths, but your heart is giving you away.

When he’s done, he takes off the instrument and places it on the table. He clears his throat “Nothing irregular, your heartbeat is a little faster, but the heat is probably to blame.”

Right, the heat.

You hope that the redness, still on his face, and his ears, is not from the sun.

Again, you have two choices – do you pull the top up and act like nothing happened, continue the same ‘will they, won’t they’ routine – or do you want to do something about this, take the first step and find out once and for all if this infatuation is one sided?

You take his hand, making him look at you, ‘Well, can you help me cool down, Doctor?’

Zayne eyes widen slightly, switching between your hand and your gaze, only guessing where you’re going with this.

You gently place his cold hand just above your left breast ‘Is this okay?’ you whisper.

Zayne’s irises are almost black from how dilated his pupils are. As he gazes into your doe eyes, the hand resting on your chest travels up across your skin and lands on the side of your neck. He takes off his glasses, leans towards you, his lips a breath away from yours, “You’re walking on thin ice, darling.”

He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss. Zayne is kissing you like a man starved, like he's been waiting for this for so long, afraid that this moment will slip away all too quickly. His other hand wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing your chests together, feeling each other’s heartbeats. You moan into the kiss, surprised by the intensity of it and the desperation of his embrace. His lips are so soft and tender, just like you imagined too many times. The hand on your waist travels up to grab your breast, the sensation of his big cold hand on your heated skin making you gasp against his lips. He seizes the moment to lick your bottom lip, then slipping his tongue, yours quickly meeting it.

Suddenly, both of his hands land on your shoulders pulling away.

He utters ‘fuck’ (this might be the first time hearing him say the f word, and you’re embarrassed how excited it made you.) He holds your chin with thumb and index finger, ‘Do you wish to continue?’

You utter ‘yes’ and grab him by the black necktie locking your lips again. His hands find the top of your thighs, then sneaking their way down to bunch up your dress over your knees.

“Hold onto me.” He murmurs between kisses, and you oblige, catching onto his shoulders. Zayne grabs you by the back of your soft thighs, lifting you from the chair and placing you on his desk, so effortlessly and swiftly, like you weigh nothing.

Your fingers comb through his soft, thick hair, relishing in the fact of being able to touch it like this. His hands cup your face, distancing his lips from yours. You expectantly look up to see his tender, yearning gaze. He looks like he’s about to say something, but then he kisses you again, this time softly, slowly deepening it, stealing your breath away. His soft lips move to kiss and nip at the side of your neck, his hands giving attention to your breasts again. He caresses both of them, and it doesn’t take long for one of his hands to be replaced by his lips. His hot tongue teases around the nipple. But when he starts sucking on it, while simultaneously playing with the other one with his fingers, a loud moan escapes your lips.

Zayne’s smirks against the sensitive nipple, “You need to stay quiet, darling.”

You were so dazed with lust that you completely forgot that there could be people outside his office. You bite your bottom lip and nod.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, one hand bunching up your dress more and resting on your hip, while the one on your nipple sneaks its way down, teasing the band of your underwear. You feel his fingers slide down, rubbing you over your soaked panties, making you move your hips, craving more friction.

“Fuck.” He breathes against your ear, “You’re already so wet for me.”

The fingers travel towards the band of your underwear and tug on it, and you lift your hips to let him slide it down your legs. Then he stashes your panties into the pocket of his pants.

He catches you by surprise when he kneels down in front of your cunt, your legs closing on reflex, but Zayne grabs your thighs before they could squish his head.

He gently strokes them, "Let me see you."

You’re hesitant about it, but you remember that you took extra steps when you freshened up in the bathroom. Slowly, you spread your legs, lifting your feet to rest on the edge of the desk. Cool air against your soaked pussy sends shivers all over your body.

His hands rest on the plush of your inner thighs. His eyes are mesmerized by the sight in front of him. You almost feel self-conscious by the close-up he’s getting.

"Zayne –" You squirm under his stare.

Snapping out of his daze, he meets your eyes "I’m sorry. You’re just so much more beautiful than I imagined."

Than he imagined? The statement makes your cheeks even deeper red, your pussy more wet and impatient.

Feeling impatient himself, Zayne starts by placing gentle kisses on your inner thigh. The hand on the opposite side follows the same trail, his slender fingers stopping to tease your wet folds, the contact making you gasp and involuntarily clench your thighs.

"Relax, angel." His breath fans over your pussy, not making it easier but you try anyway.

The digits slowly glide over the wetness, bathing in your juices. Your hips flinch as his fingertips lightly circle your clit, thighs trembling as digits are replaced with his hot tongue. It glides flat over your folds, stopping to circle the sensitive nub. The tip of the tongue flicks over it, circles it, again and again, your cunt dripping with both his saliva and your arousal. His middle finger slides in, ring finger shortly after, curling to reach and rub that delicate spot inside you; he sucks and licks your clit while finger fucking you, and your thighs are now shaking, toes curling, as intense waves of pleasure course through your body.

Your hold onto Zayne’s hair, and roll your hips in the same rhythm of his fingers, chasing your release, "Zayne… I’m gonna–"

He locks eyes with you and continues what he’s doing; you come shortly after, covering your mouth with your hand.

Zayne helps you come down from your high, places soft pecks on your thighs again and stands up, pulling you into another breathtaking kiss.

Your hands frantically find his belt and start unbuckling it.

Zayne breaks the kiss, ‘I don’t have any condoms here.’

You shrug ‘Just pull out.’

‘That’s not very respo – ‘

‘Well, you’re a doctor; you can prescribe me some plan b pills.’ you innocently flutter your lashes.

He chuckles and starts taking off his tie and shirt, and you take a moment to gaze at the strong, chiseled muscles of his torso, his arms and those shoulders. Zayne, amused at your dazed and shameless ogling of his  shirtless physique, reaches down to unzip his pants, taking them and underwear off in the same go, his hard cock smacking against his shaved pelvis. You suck in a breath when your eyes land on it. He's long and thick, curved just right, tip glistening with so much precum. You hand wraps around it, stroking and feeling the pulsing veins under your touch.

Zayne’s breath hitches ‘Are you sure – fuck…’ He groans when you press his length against your slippery folds, teasingly moving your hips.

‘Yes… I need you.’

With those magic words, Zayne swipes all the papers off the table, grabs you behind the knees and lifts your legs further, and you lean back to rest on your elbows.

His dick strokes your slit, tip teasing the entrance, but you're so impatient.

'Zaynee-' you whine.

He closes his eyes, jaw clenched. Even though your ‘friend’ is the embodiment of calm and collected, right now he’s barely holding onto his composure. His flushed cheeks and red ears, ragged breathing are exposing how badly he wanted, needed, this and how he’s trying so hard not to cum right here before even slipping the tip in.

But he doesn’t want to wait any longer; with your needy whines spurring him on, he places his red cockhead against you, your drenched pussy making it easy to slide it in.

His leg muscles tremble, trying to restrain himself from bottoming out the same second; with shallow thrusts, he slowly slides it all the way in. He towers over you, one hand resting on the desk, the other cupping your face. His hips roll at languid pace, his hooded eyes never leaving your face, watching you adjust to his size.

As you get comfortable, you grab him by back of his neck “Faster, please…” You breathe. He leans down, locking your lips into a sloppy kiss.

He slowly picks up the pace, his hand starts playing with your nipples again, and now it's really hard keep your voice down. You keep breaking the kiss in desperate need to catch your breath, but moans escape your lips as well. Zayne grabs your upper arms and pushes you down further. His muscular torso pressed against yours, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.

“Zayne - I'm close”

“Try to stay quiet, angel.” he grunts, his eyes locked on your face, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He angles himself so his hand can reach down and rub your clit, and it’s too much for you - you cum a few seconds later and Zayne has to slip two fingers of his other hand into your mouth to keep you from screaming. You still whimper and moan over his fingers. He slows down to help you ride out the orgasm, and pulls out the fingers to kiss your lips.

'Is it okay to pick up the pace now? I'm so close.'

You only nod, unable to form any words. He plants a kiss on your temple and moves onto kissing and sucking your neck. Then he goes back to just looking at your face while he picks up the pace, your legs locking around his waist, pulling him even deeper. You bite your bottom lip, but at this point, you feel it's impossible to stay quiet. And now it's not only you who is making noise, but the desk, although sturdy, is starting to move and creak.

You gasp as he suddenly lifts you off the table with his big arms wrapped around your torso. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him. His hands grabs your ass and starts moving your hips in unison with his, his throbbing dick thrusting so much deeper, all the juices leaking down his balls and onto the floor.

You latch your teeth onto his neck to keep yourself from screaming while he’s panting feverishly into your ear.

‘I’m gonna come soon –‘

You meet his gaze ‘Don’t pull out.’

His hips stutter at your words, eyes widening for a second. He curses under his breath and picks up the pace. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, lewd gasps and pants interrupting.

His hands squeezing your ass in a bruising grip, he grunts against your lips, and you feel intense throbbing of his cock; warm liquid filling you up, sending shivers all over your sweaty body.

His slow pumps let his thick cum drip out, making a mess of his pants and the floor. You can feel how fast his heart is beating against your chest. The two of you catch your breath as your lips share a languid kiss, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.

After pulling out, Zayne sits you on his chair. He kneels in front of you, caresses your cheek, his eyes full of adoration. “I never thought our first time would look like this.”

You lean into his palm, looking at him with sweet innocent eyes, “Oh? What did you imagine then?”

“I can show you later.”