#it her!

[feliciadraws]

YOU GUYS LOOK WHAT I GOT FOR CHRISTMAS

I’ve had my eyes on the Fangamer plushie for AGES YOU HAVE NO IDEA

MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄

[kirby-souljourney-au]

Gala’s ref sheet is done!

Our beloved girlboy!

(I can’t draw abs don’t look at me. Also please don’t mind the fact that the image itself doesn’t have her eye-whites on the palette.)

All his info and hex codes under the cut!

Full name: Galacta Iriam

Aliases: Galacta Knight, Aeon Hero, Zyr Aeon, Zyr Galacta

Species: Heart-Soul-Matter Astral

Planet of Origination: Halcandra

Age: 85,634

Height: 7’3”

Gender: Biologically both sexes; identifies as bigender

Pronouns: He/Him/His, She/Her/Hers

Sexuality: Pansexual, polyamorous, acespike

S/O: Hara Arachi (wife), Ione Argon (fiancé) (and Auberon Ivi (husband), in the future)

Family: Verist Iriam (mother), Cero Triach (father), Cherubim Iriam (elder sister), Valkyrie Triach (twin sister), unnamed child

The famous Aeon Hero, Warrior of Heart of the Halcandran-era Heroes of Yore. Previously a mentor to Auberon Ivi, and his closest friend.

Married to Hara Arachi — had one child with her, who was not named before the sealing.

Works as a Knight under Dreamland’s King Dedede.

Freed after the Soul Crystallisation spell wore off, about 3 weeks after Nightmare’s defeat.

A total sweetheart with a heart of gold and mind full of naught but love and affection, he is very kind as a person and gets along with others very well, finding it easy to befriend just about anyone. Despite her generally positive demeanour, though, she has her moments, and is very, very much capable of killing someone faster than you can blink, if she deems it necessary.

He traveled quite a bit after being freed initially, looking across the galaxy for whatever might interest him. She eventually landed on Popstar, going through a couple other countries before reaching Dreamland, where she has lived ever since.

His weapon of choice is a lance and shield, and occasionally Heart Spears, but only when needed. She is also capable of summoning Sparkling Stars and other Soul-Matter-based weaponry, but she doesn’t typically need to.

Hex codes

Both:

#AA4A77 — Fur base

#E093B7 — Neck fluff / Scars

#FCDFED — Fur fade / Face marking / Inner ears

#FFFFFF — Halo star / Claws

#C1C1C1 — Sweatpants / Ring

#FFBA8E — Horns / Armour accents / Loincloth +Skirt accents

#FFCF9E — Halo

#C20000 — Iris

#FFF2F2 — Eye whites

Casual:

#CBDDE8 — Casual shirt

#000000 — Fishnet undershirt

Armoured:

#FFF5F9 — Loincloth base

#E0E7E7 — Armour base

#E9DEE2 — Skirt 1 base

#D699B4 — Skirt 2

Wings:

#FFFFFF — Flight & Primary covert feathers (front) fade

#D9C2FF — Flight feathers (front) base / Primary covert feathers #base

#C5A5FB — Middle & Lesser covert feathers

#B28EF0 — Flight feathers (back)

[lrndvs]

compliments from girls go hard

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[muttmoxley]

sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

[hayanahed]

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[ivyblooms]

The funniest homophobia I ever experienced was a Mormon lady at my work telling me she would accept me being gay because we have to get along as coworkers but I really should consider not being gay because gay people have sex like animals (especially gay men) and she just couldn't stop thinking about it and how gross we are. She started really getting distressed, near tears, and saying 'I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop." over and over and miming some kind of sex acts with her hands and I was like ?????? What is happening???? One of the other Mormon ladies had to come over and pat her on the back and help her sit down to help her calm down and our boss gave her the afternoon off due to being too upset to work.

[shobiolovechild]

there are 2 kinds of mangaka when drawing: the ones that hate woman and the ones that love woman

And, guys...

i think ryoko kui really loves woman.

[jonny-tozzyn]

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

[midnightcrisisstuff]

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

[androgynealienfemme]

It didn’t hit me until recently that people genuinely think Kamala Harris was a police officer because of all the people who call her a cop online.

Like I think maybe it’s important people should know she was a prosecutor. She was once a district attorney and later an attorney general for the state of California. And we can discuss how related that is to police work and how tied she is to the carceral system etc etc (but for fairness would have to include her record of pushing for lowering incarceration rates through programs helping former prisoners + her office refusing to jail folks for low level weed offense). But she was never a police officer. Like people should get that clear. Kamala Harris was never a police officer. She was a district attorney. She was never a police officer.

[sermna]

Experienced several previously undiscovered emotions today because my (conservative) mom said being gay is a choice because SHE likes women too but she simply chooses not to acknowledge it

[astronomalyy]

parenting