Yep, sometimes reading discourse and long discussions about queerness always keep me on consensus that this app/website is predominantly white.. and I'm not liking that they keep adding on another useless point that makes the overall discourse counterproductive and isn't helping a lot of people..
// this video needed to be shared here too..
I was asked by @nader5555 to make this, if u cannot donate please please share this post. Copy pasted from a message i was sent:
"Only a Few Hours Left Before We Enter Our First Year of War, Genocide, Starvation, and Displacement A Final Plea from the Heart of Hell: Save Us Before Hope Dies ๐๐ฅ I am Abdel Salam, and I have nothing left but words written by a trembling hand โ๏ธ. The war has not only destroyed our lives; it has taken everything from us. Our home, which was once our refuge, is now a pile of rubble ๐๏ธ.
My car, my only source of livelihood, was destroyed in a sudden strike ๐, and the work that sustained us is now a distant memory ๐ผ. Today, I live in an endless nightmare. Under a sun that burns everything in its path ๐๐ฅ, my family and I sit in a worn-out tent, a tent that shields us neither from the summer heat nor the winter cold โ๏ธ. Insects ๐ฆ invade the place, diseases consume our bodies ๐ฉบ, and my younger siblings cry from hunger and thirst ๐๐ง. We have no clean water or a crumb of bread to ease our hunger. Each passing day deepens the weight of this hell we live in.
My Daughter Eman is Dying from Malnutrition ๐จ My daughter Eman suffers from malnutrition; I have nothing to feed or treat her with. The deterioration of her health is killing me slowly. Every glance in her eyes, every pain she endures, crushes my heart ๐. How can I explain to her that what was once our hope has now turned into nothing but a mirage? The Night Only Adds to Our Pain ๐ The night does not bring us rest; it only adds to our pain. We sleep on hard ground, feeling the cold in every bone of our bodies ๐ฅถ, with nothing but pieces of cardboard ๐ฆ to cover us. My wife Aya cries in silence ๐ฅบ as she watches our daughterโs future fade before her eyes. My mother Eman suffers from illness and needs urgent medical care ๐ฉบ๐.
My Father Ahmed is Sick with Cancer and Needs Emergency Treatment My father Ahmed, who is sick with cancer, needs emergency treatment outside Gaza, and the cost of his treatment is at least $10,000, not including accommodation. As he suffers from severe pain, I cannot provide the treatment he needs due to our dire situation.
My Siblings Are in Constant Suffering โฐ๏ธ My brother Omar was unable to continue his studies due to the situation. My brother Nader could not take his high school exams, and my younger brother Mohammad suffers from brittle bones and needs treatment we cannot afford. Every day we live brings us one step closer to the end. Death surrounds us from every side: if not from hunger ๐ฝ๏ธ, then from illness ๐ฆ . And if not from illness, then from the despair that devours our souls. Where is Humanity? Where is the World? ๐๐ We want to leave the devastated Gaza Strip to escape the machinery of destruction and killing and the severity of hunger and poverty. The cost of travel for each person is $5,000, and we are a family of seven members, bringing the total cost to $35,000.
Where are the compassionate hearts? Are you waiting for us to disappear into the depths of this suffering? Are you waiting until death takes us before you act? We are drowning, and we donโt have enough strength to scream for help ๐. Will you let this cry go unanswered? ๐ญ Your donation today is our last thread of hope. With the little support I received, I was able to buy a simple phone ๐ฑ to reach out to you. But the bitter truth is that what I and my family need is much greater. We are not asking for much; just enough to save our lives from this hell ๐ฅ. Every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death for us ๐. Donโt Let Us Disappear in the Darkness of Suffering ๐ Donโt let our story end here. Be the light that guides us to salvation ๐ฏ๏ธโจ.
With every tear, with every pain, I write this final plea to you, Abdel Salam."
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We are really suffering, there's too much hyperflation and there's no crossing ๐ธ since there have been gun shots everywhere.
We are really starving and have no food to eat. Being LGBTQ refugees in war-torn country, the situations are piling up day after another, from discrimination to insecurities.
We call upon you the well-wishers with heart of humanity to intervene in our lives by donating to us so we can sustain ourselves and lives during this tough time.
Should you be in position to host a ZOOM MEETING, we are available for it . Any amount of dollar can really resurrect hopes of living in us.
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It is so rare, for a day of peace. So, so rare. For the Apollo cabin to be empty, for siblings to be busy, for the sun to be gentle and the birds to be sweet.
"Hey, Will."
So serene. Truly. Cecil lounging on Will's bed, remembering to have taken his shoes off for once. Quietly flipping through a comic book. Will, suffering but willingly, with his Calculus III textbook on the floor. Actually making progress this time, gunning through practice questions.
And Lou Ellen.
It always has to be one of them.
Lou Ellen watches, velvet skirts tucked under her crossed ankles, dark eyes squinting in contemplation.
Will barely looks up, scrawling something illegible over the most graphite-smudged paper maybe in the entire world.
"Yeah."
"Can we kiss for a little bit?"
That works. The slowly shifting sun through the dusty windows pauses. The chisme plants turn, slowly, shifting their stems to the center of the cabin. Will takes a full seventeen seconds to visibly separate from his textbook, process the question, and erupt into a shade of red previously unknown to man.
"Um," he says, or rather squeaks. "Yes?"
Cecil snorts, turning a page.
"Bicycle."
"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."
"Just like your father."
"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."
"I just want to try something," Lou Ellen soothes, potentially hearing the lack of breathing happening in Will's general direction. "Like, for science. That works for you, right, nerd?"
"Science generally begins with a hypothesis and due process," says Will weakly. But he dutifully crawls over to her direction, settling in front of her. "Um. Now?"
"Now would be great," Lou Ellen agrees. She tilts her head. "So do you just, like, go for it, or...?"
"I mean. In my experience?"
"Which is about to go from two to three," Cecil adds.
This time, Lou Ellen and Will are in perfect sync:
"Shut the fuck up, Cecil!"
Cecil flips another page and promises nothing.
The determination has slowed some of the blush in Will's face, containing it high in his cheeks. Or, well, spite. Cecil-branded fury. That does a whole lot of activating every modicum of ADHD impulsivity in Will's soul.
"Okay," he says, nodding to himself. He meets Lou Ellen's wide, round eyes. "Okay, so I'm gonna -- lean in. And we gotta close our eyes or it's weird. And then I'm gonna kiss you, okay? And you test."
Lou Ellen nods, serious. "Got it."
She breathes in, then out. She purses her lips, leaning forward. Her hands rest, fingers spread, on her knees. Her eyes flutter shut.
Will exhales. He squeezes his eyes shut.
He leans in, gently, and presses his lips to hers, resting a warm hand on the soft curve of her jaw.
"Hm," says Lou Ellen, as they separate. "Hm."
Will shifts nervously.
"You smell good," he offers. "And you taste like orange shampoo. In a good way."
Lou Ellen narrows her eyes at him. She reaches her hand out slowly, like how you may approach a startled horse, and grabs Will's chin with the tips of her fingers.
"Why," Will says.
"Hm," says Lou Ellen, again. She moves his face from side to side, inspecting. Will does not protest, but does choose to make an entirely unintelligible gesture with his hands. "You are hot, aren't you."
"Gah??" Will says. The confusions shifts rapidly from his face; his eyes widen, pupils narrowing, he tries and fails to pull slightly away and generally makes a collection of noises that boil down to hey, pardon. "I'm??"
Cecil choses this moment in time to tuck his comic carefully away, facing his friends in full. He also chooses to take this time to appraise Will's slightly squished face, nodding smugly.
"Yeah, he's a babe."
"Right, okay, that's what I thought. It's the bone structure, right, it totally --"
"Yeah, yeah, and the pouty lips, that definitely --"
"--you're so literally right --"
"You ever watched his shoulders?"
"They're biteable! Biteable, and when he plays volleyball it's like --"
"--yep. And his legs are approximately the length of the equator."
"Freckly, too, it's so --"
"His eyes??"
"I know??"
"Honestly wild."
They turn to him, twin dark brown eyes glowing amber in the sun, appraising him from his golden hair to his bare toes. Will, unfortunately, seems to be right on the urge of passing out, so red he has begun to glow, so warm Lou is forced to let go, and so lightheaded he has begun to sway.
"Hngg-what," he mumbles, eyes far away. "Wha -- I'm --"
Cecil pokes gently at him with his toe.
"I think we broke him," he observes.
"I see," Lou Ellen agrees, chin in her hands. "That's kinda cute, too."
"Oh yah. He's like -- he's never not a smokeshow, you know? Like he's hot when he's mad."
"Smoking."
"And the whole -- it's diabolical to say, but he's like..."
"Movie star pretty when he cries. Yeah, yeah, I hear you."
They turn to each other, lips pursed in thought. They turn back to their slightly dying friend.
"Hm," they say, together.
Will begins to pray. His father, intrigued, only shifts to better the lighting on Will's face. Will agonizes, shifting to pray to his aunt. This too proves useless.
"You know," says Lou Ellen. She taps her manicured finger against her cheek. "We could always share him."
Cecil raises his eyebrows. "We could?"
"Do I??" Will gestures wildly, face now glowing so brightly he is kind of hard to see. "Get a say??"
Cecil and Lou Ellen look at each other. They look back at Will.
"No."
"Nah."
"That's! I am -- taken, okay! I!"
Cecil snorts. "A long-standing crush on greasy Gerard Way does not count as --"
"It's not his fault he's greasy!"
Lou Ellen observes the boys. She hums to herself, rocking back on her knees.
"-- and he's hardly ever here, you met him like twice --"
"Four times! And he's charming!"
Hm indeed.
"I have an announcement to make," Lou Ellen announces.
Both boys stop immediately. Lou Ellen nods graciously, sitting regally on Will's bed. Will pouts a little, but says nothing.
"I am considering converting to lesbianism," she says solemnly. "I'm not sure yet, but I have been presented with a case and it is compelling."
Will and Cecil shrug, making noises of agreement.
"Yeah, fair."
"I mean, girls. I get you."
Will clears his throat. "But, uh. No boys? For sure?" His pout returns. It is indeed very cute. "Did I do a bad job?"
Lou Ellen reaches over and pats him very gently on the head. Her bangles get in his eyes a little. He blinks them away politely.
"Aw, no. You just seem very hung up, and I'm not sure how well dating Cecil would work, and no one else will talk to me yet."
"Dating me is an amazing experience, I have references," Cecil says, at the same time Will says, "Wait, still?"
There is a pause. Again, they speak at the same time:
"Stop using me as a reference, Cecil, gods."
"You want me to vandalize their possession for you, Lou? I would love to do that for you."
Lou Ellen moves to pat Cecil gently and condensendingly on the head.
"I'm good. Thanks, though. Chiron says they just need time. And perhaps an ass-kicking, if I feel so inclined."
"Sage."
"Good advice, that."
They all nod at each other. Wordlessly, they stand, returning to their earlier positions: Cecil, reclining on Will's bed, having abandoned the comic book for a nap; Will, poking at his math; and Lou Ellen, passing a green spark around her fingers and carefully Observing.
It takes her several minutes of reflection to blink and realise.
References.
Her eyes widen.
"Hey, wait a second --"
I'm gonna redraw this.. I'm not liking it.. ;(
// Who is the mysterious phonecaller? โ๏ธ
This is actually my first time drawing in a tablet properly, and it's safe to say it's eaaaasier to get the lines smoother than on phone.. I was considering tweaking a few proportions but gah, I'm tired!
Jake and Cleo - work in progress ๐
Very illegal for this couple to get the least fanart inside an underrated fandom, so I'm gonna cook ๐ช justice for them!
"A Childโs View from Gaza" was an art exhibition showcasing drawings created by the children of Gaza.
"The captioned illustrations were created by Palestinian children who lived through the Israeli bombardment of Gaza in 2008-09. The pictures were drawn as part of an effort to help children deal with the horrors they had experienced. A Bay Area nonprofit, Middle East Childrenโs Alliance (MECA), arranged to display a collection of these pictures at the Museum of Childrenโs Art in Oakland, California. However, under pressure from the Jewish Federation of the East Bay and other organizations, the museum backed out of the agreement at the last minute."
Hello dear friends โค๏ธโ
Thanks to your incredible support, we have reached our first goal of $10,000 ๐ฏ๐!
We are deeply grateful for every donation that brought us closer to a better future.
Now, we have set a new goal: $10,500 ๐ช๐ต๐ธ.
This additional amount will help us in our search for a new home ๐ ๐ โ a safe and stable place for our family to rebuild our lives after losing everything.
Your continued generosity can help us take this crucial step forward. Please donate, even a small amount, and help us achieve this dream ๐๐.
https://gofund.me/abbc2759
With love and gratitude,
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My shaylaaaaaa (he's a chef from an abandoned town) - work in progress ๐
have you guys done that โwhat kind of reader are youโ quiz and if so what did you get
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