#lost supports project

[shannonsketches]

My contributions to the Vegebul Coloring Book! Domestic and Feral. Get you a man who can do both. And a woman who loves you either way.

…And some old (dead?) friends who are super hype to be part of your new life no matter how much you protest

…and some plushies to chew up. Obviously.

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bonus: my favorite alt for Vegeta’s apron

[smile-files]

NO ONE ELSE CAN HELP YOU

NO ONE ELSE CAN HELP YOU

(objectober 2024 day 20: dream)

[youvegotmoxie]

I have since charged my phone lol-i didn't follow the pattern exactly, but I was pretty happy to have it! This took like 4.5 episodes of Sherlock, but I love doing this kind of work! No DMC number labels, we die like men

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

I'm not even 15 minutes into rewatching Interstellar and I think there is a chance my imagination is running wild again . . .

I have at least half a loose fic plot already hELP.

[clfixationstation]

"this ur fave?"

saw this on twt and it did make me giggle because Armin did far worse than Caitlyn ever did, so if you're an Armin fan you realllly can't be going that hard on Cait (said as a massive Armin fan who's eh on Cait).

you can discuss how the narrative of Arcane handled her character or policing as a system, or their differing ideologies, etc, but comparing Caitlyn to Hitler when your fave is Armin, who LITERALLY killed thousands personally and enabled near omnicide (albeit (mostly) unknowingly), is wild. the comparison is extremely distasteful and inaccurate - especially having seen the racist "Caitler" caricature going around.

Caitlyn's crimes are bad enough without such exaggeration: she was a dictator doing evil cop stuff, not committing genocide or waging war for territorial expansion, or even committing mass murder.

It reminds me of the Eren stans I'd encounter back in the day who hated on Catra and it was like. Oh you love your glorious king when he does omnicide but a catgirl does it and suddenly it's too far? 🧐 alright buddy

honestly comparing the crimes of most AoT characters is almost always gonna be a losing battle lol. though it seems twt users are now claiming Mikasa intentionally enabled genocide (though she ended it) and that AoT supports genocide?? it explicitly does not, what are we doing here

[alexjcrowley]

Men be like "Ah ah! These women think they can fix us" and then support Ferrari

[st4rsinthenight]

★rotemntee. rottmnt. rotemntee. rottmnt. guys. guys I think I'm. I'm gonna erh supernova.★

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

has anyone else noticed the android being weird lately

[drywallwords]

The Looking-Glass Self

I have way too many thoughts on a butch Oriana. I thought to finally post a fic from AO3 from several days ago. If future me is feeling particularly wild, ze would write a collection of fics around this topic because the idea hasn't left my mind.

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You watch her from the bed, entertained. Oriana is in the bathroom. Your bathroom. At five AM. Warm light floods from the ceiling, spilling into the main room's early dark-blue hues, as she tries to get ready for the day.

Her fingers are shiny from grease, constantly combing through thick dark hair, her lip bitten in thought and annoyance. It's when she gives up she turns around to see you awake. Her expression of frustration takes subservience as eyes take in your body— her countenance darkens and it makes your fingers curl into the sheets.

You clear your throat, interrupting the silence. Interrupting what might come next if you didn't focus on other things.

"Why don't you just cut it even shorter? Y'know, like mine?" You mimic the movement of running your hand through your hair. Long in the front, faded in the back. Cut like all the boys you sorta liked in high school, until you realized that what you wanted was to be like them. Kinda.

Oriana scoffs, and you catch the bitterness—nothing at all like dark chocolate—like cyanide. Her jaw clenches as you push yourself off the bed to approach.

She straightens, looking at you through the hotel mirror.

Two faces: yours— almost intimidating, with your permanent dark circles and eye creases. But your cheeks are soft; Oriana's face is all angles. You know from experience that her face is at least warm, at least alive, evidence of a beating, tender heart at the core of her.

She takes a deep breath and reaches over, her long fingers play with the dark, loose strands of hair at the top of your head. You ignore the goosebumps that form as you let her, fiddling with your toothbrush you absentmindedly picked up.

"You need to get cleaned up yourself," Oriana scoffs.

"Me? Please. I always look good when I roll out of bed…" 

"Hmm," She scrutinizes, as she flicks a hair sticking up from the top of your head. Your smug smile turns into a frown. "You need a shower."

Your frown sinks a touch deeper. "Ouch."

And still, her hand glides from the top of her head, fingers gently tracing down your scalp to the base of your neck. It's a move that has you erupt in goosebumps, standing statue-still as you grip the side of the bathroom counter.

"I used to cut my hair as short as yours," Oriana says blandly, feeling the part that used to be buzzed at the base of your neck. Her fingers are aimless, ghosting. You struggle to listen to her words. "Wore a tie too." Oriana bit her lip. "When saw you in the magazine, dressed up the same way…"

You whip yourself out of your feelings to make a joke. "I'm handsome, I know." You flash her a cheeky grin.

Oriana scoffs again and rolls her eyes. "That, and another thing. I felt longing when I looked at you." Her voice turns even softer, more tender. She removes her hand at your neck and runs it through her hair again, and a few strands seem to pop up out of place. "You, as yourself, surrounded by friends who accepted you for who you are."

You feel a smile coming at the memory of that day's photo shoot, only for you to think of Oriana. "And you? What about you?"

Something in her face pinches— a feeling of frustration creeps across Oriana's face before it hides away again, under a veneer of stoicism. She no longer looks at her reflection, burning holes into the tiles that line the hotel bathroom. "…Whether or not the people around me accept me doesn't matter." She bites her lip. "Except—"

"—it very much does." You reach out and touch her shoulder, feeling her warm skin underneath her blouse. "Not in the way that you want."

Oriana nods. She holds your gaze. Squeezes your hand. "Exactly. This… professionalism. It's essential." 

A deep sigh escapes your throat. You know why. You know it when you occasionally glance on the internet, watch TV, overhear people behind you— even before fame, existing in public alone was a special kind of hell. The bathrooms were never safe, looking the way you do.

It made you wish you were what others expected you to be just to make life easier. But you knew if you returned to how things were before, it would break you.

So you persist. 

To Oriana, what would it be like? To reach a point in your life where you're are finally yourself, only to turn away from the things that give you joy?

"…I don't know how you do it." You shake your head. "Hiding yourself from the world. It was easier when Seven was around, but I couldn't stop when she was gone."

Oriana smiles in a way that doesn't reach her eyes. "That's what makes me different from you."

It could be a million things, you think. Fear. The pressure to be palatable, professional, in the sense that looked down on people like you. Exhaustion.

Being alone.

Removing yourself from the bathroom, you grab something from your suitcase laid at the foot of your bed. Once you find it, you wedge between the mirror and Oriana, blocking her view of herself. She peers down at you, brows furrowed in confusion. 

The tie is in your hands and you wrap it around her collar.

"I'm wearing a blouse. Not a dress shirt."

"C'mon, can't you play pretend?" You whine, already going through the motions of tying the tie. Cross wide, over narrow, and turn back underneath.

"Ridiculous." Oriana sighs, but there's no venom behind her words. Bring it up and turn down through the loop. She is pliant as she tilts her head upward so you have more space to move your fingers, occasionally brushing underneath her neck once in a while just to feel.

Pass the wide end around the front. Then, pull it up through the loop and pull down.

Swallowing hard, you smile triumphantly, and move out of the way so Oriana could see. "Done."

She leans closer towards the mirror to inspect your work.  The short collar of the blouse is forever upturned by the thicker tie, clearly not made to accommodate such an accessory. "A half-Windsor knot? I would've gone for a Four-in-the-Hand, it's slimmer—"

"—oh my God," You close your eyes and sigh. "It's the only tie I know."

When you look back at Oriana, she is smiling wide at you, soft and fond and bright. So bright. You swear that the room had gotten brighter… or that time had passed and the sun is higher in the sky. 

The smile on her face only grows when she looks back at herself, a little ridiculous in her outfit, the tie a little askew. She tugs on it, fixing it a little, and Oriana stands a little straighter. 

"Hold still."

You momentarily don't know what to do when Oriana reaches over with a palm over your cheek. Her eyes flutter shut as her lips meet yours. You sink into Oriana's warmth, her strong arms holding you. When you break apart you breathe in her hotel-laundered clothes, her perfume, the scent of the gel she uses in her hair. You have to place a finger on her lips to stop her from kissing you again.

It's so easy to kiss her nowadays. In your off-hours, it's all you want to do. But instead, you say, "Ri. Listen to me. We have each other now, don't we?" You look at her, pleading. "You can rely on me. If there's anything I could do to make your life easier—"

Oriana holds your finger in her hand and kisses the tip of it. Her eyes are downcast again, looking far-off. You never know what she's thinking for sure. 

"No." She says it so flippantly you rear back. Her eyes narrow, and she lets go of your finger gently. "…Not yet," She says in the softest voice you've ever heard her use.

"No?" You vocalize back.

Oriana pulls you into an embrace. "I'm not ready."

"Okay." You press your lips together and nod. 

(Also on AO3)

[autumnoakes]

falling back into an old special interest thanks to clips on youtube and i feel like i'm 12 years old again

[vivy-nx]

hi!! look at my cool kirby walking simulator fangame i made over the course of last year!! i worked very hard on it!! it's downloadable for windows and linux!

[sovamurka]

If you ever wondered what has been going on inside my head for the last year, then well, I guess you should know that it's "Я остаюсь" cover made by Igor 'Garik' Sukachev and... a LOT of rock musicians (yes, I'm going to list all of them, you will at least know the rock legends of my country), here they are:

- Sergey Shnurov ('Ленинград')

- Vladimir Shahrin ('Чайф')

- Alexander F. Sklyar ('Ва-Банкъ')

- Oleg Garkusha ('АукцЫон')

- Sergey Galanin ('Серьга')

- Sergey 'Chizh' Chigrakov ('Чиж&Co')

- Alexey Romanov ('Воскресение', 'Машина времени')

- Nikolai Devlet-Kildeev ('Моральный кодекс')

- Evgeny Margulis ('Воскресение', 'Машина времени')

- Andrey Blednyi and Anton Zavyalov ('25/17')

- Andrey 'Knyaz' Knyazev ('Князь', 'Король и шут')

- Nastya Poleva ('Настя')

- Svetlana Surganova ('Сурганова и Оркестр', 'Ночные Снайперы')

- Aya ('Город 312')

- Anton 'Puh' Pavlov ('F.P.G.')

- Masha Makarova ('Маша и медведи')

- Vladimir and Sergey Kristovsky ('Uma2rmaH')

- Tatyana Litvinenko ('Квартал')

- Maxim Kucherenko ('Ундервуд')

[floraleevee]

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[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

today's vetted campaigns. please continue to donate if you have the means and share as widely as you can regardless. the individuals on here go through so much every day just to communicate their stories to us - let's uphold that trust by showing them as much support as we can.

july 15th:

Hadeel Mikki (pregnant and needs perinatal care), her husband Waseem, their two young daughters, and Hadeel's mother and two brothers (they are the only survivors of her family) (€5,091/€35,000) - @hadeelmekki, verified by @/90-ghost

Aspiring doctor Malak Dader, her six siblings (they've already lost her teenage brother, and two of her younger brothers need medical treatment), and her parents (one injured, one sick with hepatitis) (€110/€25,000) - @malakabed, verified by @/90-ghost

Mohammed Al-Habil (needs urgent surgery after being shot in the leg), his five siblings (one of whom is immune-compromised and has congenital heart disease), their mother, and his widowed sister-in-law ($5,713 CAD/$70,000 CAD) - @mohammedalhabil2000, verified by @/90-ghost

Hanaa Jad Al-Haq, her husband Muhammad Hammad, and their little son Yousef (£2,675/£20,000) - @henomohammed, @hanaajad123, #246 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet

Salam, her husband Mohammad, and their two little children (€17,365/€40,000) - @save-salam-family, verified by @/90-ghost

Aya Maher, her three younger siblings (two under 18), and their mother (€4,920/€25,000) - @ayamaher444, #216 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet

The AlBalawi family of ten, including several children and two chronically ill members who need treatment (€24,200/€50,000) - @bisanalbalawi18, @elbalawi, @yasminalbalawiigaza, verified by @/90-ghost

The Ayyad family of eight, four of whom are children ($24,842/$35,000) - @aymanayyad82, @mayadayyad81, @aymanayyad1, verified by @/nabulsi

Munna Tashmali and her five children (this is the third time they've lost their home) (£3,269/£30,000) - @monashamali, verified by @/nabulsi

Maha Ibrahim, her husband Ahmed Al-Habil, and their two young children, one who is immune-compromised, and the children's sick grandfather (kr34,626 NOK/kr1,067,200 NOK) - @mahaibrahim12, @ahmedkhabil, #79 on butterfly effect project's spreadsheet

Ahmed Baalousha, his wife Islam, their three children (one a newborn), and Ahmed's parents and sister (€15,802/€50,000) - @5735765, @mahmoudbalousha4, #124 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet

Mohammed Al Manasra (needs treatment for chronic respiratory illness and a leg injury), his wife (also sick, needs chemotherapy), their three little children, and their cat (the family has already lost many extended members) (€26,790/€40,000) - @save-mohamed-family, #192 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet

Hanaa Al-Lulu (needs treatment for a painful foot growth) and her family (€2,628/€40,000) - @enghanalulu, verified by @/90-ghost

Mohammed Hijazi and his elderly parents, including his severely injured father (€2,106/€20,000) - @savemohammedfamily, verified by @/90-ghost

Maysaa Balousha (suffers from pulmonary fibrosis and is deteriorating without treatment), her husband Muhammad, and their four children ($118/$60,000) - @tamer200333, extended family of Mahmoud Balousha (#124 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet)

Mahmoud Saleh and his family (they've already lost several members, including Mahmoud's father and niece) (€5,265/€20,000) - @mide404, verified by @/nabulsi

Helping Siraj Abudayeh, his wife, and their three young children rebuild their destroyed home ($6,449 CAD/$82,000 CAD) - @siraj2024, #219 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet

Eman, Ahmad, and their two little children (€1,653/€15,000) - @zain-leen1993, @leen-gaza, verified by @/90-ghost

not yet vetted:

Mohammad Taysir, his wife Basma, and their two little children (€0/€50,000) - @yazanfamily

Mahmoud Alkhaldi and his family of five, including his little nephew ($235/$50,000) - @mahmoudalkhaldi

Shimaa, her little daughter Juri, and several members of her husbands family (€331/€50,000) - @shimaashaban22

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[jaberfamily]

Support My Family Journey to Safety and Peace

🚨Urgent Appeal 🚨

My name is Jaber Al-Haj. I am from Gaza, married to my wife, Menna, and we have a little son named Hashim, who is less than two years old. Like any Palestinian family, we dreamed of a simple and stable life. But the recent war turned our lives upside down. The sounds of explosions never left us, and fear has become part of our daily existence. My son Hashim suffers from health problems that urgently require treatment, but the war has destroyed everything, including the healthcare system, making access to necessary medical care nearly impossible. With each passing day, our suffering deepens, and the fear for Hashim’s health and future consumes me.

Alongside my small family, I used to work with my brothers, Aboud and Bilal, on our joint project—a small lab for producing essential household cleaning products. We started this project with modest resources, dreaming that it would become a source of income to support us and provide job opportunities for our community. But the war left us with nothing. Our lab, which was once filled with life and hard work, was reduced to rubble under the bombardment. We lost our equipment, our livelihood, and with it, a part of our dreams for the future.

Even our home, our only refuge, did not escape the destruction. It was severely damaged and is now uninhabitable. We were forced to flee and live in a tent under harsh conditions unfit for human life. The cold, the heat, the lack of resources, and the absence of privacy have made life nearly unbearable. We try to cope, but every day brings new challenges and suffering.

Today, what worries me the most is my son Hashim's condition. His health is deteriorating, and he desperately needs treatment abroad. However, under the circumstances we’re living in, I lack the means to secure his travel and medical expenses. As a father, there is nothing more heartbreaking than watching my child suffer while being unable to help him.

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