YES EXACTLY YOU GET IT YOU UNDERSTAND
Aren't most angel wings actually like swan wings or somwthing like?
We need more angels with colors, design, and wings based on all manner of winged beasties. So ok "demons" get bat wings. Fine. Whatever. (If they're fallen angels they should get "corrupted whatever they were as angels" wings) But Angels could and should be all manner of birds from peacock to finch to any flying feathered beastie.
Yes this is sparked by @practically-an-x-man. And now I wish I could draw a heavenly host based on this concept.
And now this is canon in my universe.
Playing overcooked with my mom is a roulette of whether our relationship gets better or worse because the kitchen gets heated fellas ima be real
@duothings @romolossesit
You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you
Rotund beast has entered reality
Evil pear... rotund specimen...
This is a heritage post to me
they should invent a cigarette that gives you vitamins and hrt and shit
In my kitchen bubbles a soup.
Simmering around a bundle of scraps
are pieces of a meal left to remain.
Sitting in a bag for months at a time,
Meals that I shared with people,
Ones that aren't here now.
It sits alone now,
with me, like my soup,
in a room with no other people.
Sitting in tinting water are the scraps,
steeping liquid with the essence of time.
There is a deep gold as remain.
Golden memories remain,
And they are made liquid now.
A pot containing fragmented time.
Is soup really about soup?
Is it about the scraps,
or perhaps about the people?
I think about the people,
as I strain the golden remain
from the old, useless scraps.
They are a piece of it now,
a droplet of warm memory in soup.
A way to contain months of time.
The golden stock burbles over time.
Still, there come no people,
and I am alone with my soup.
Within its quiet flavor, I remain,
tasting pieces of memory in the now.
But all I feel like is discarded scraps.
I put new scraps
in a bag to freeze time.
The soup boils now,
and yet there are no people.
A pile of ingredients remain
alone in a pot of unshared soup.
There's no memory in these new scraps
because there are no people.
It boils away for hours at a time,
until theres only ingredients that remain.
I eat alone and quiet now
as the warmth of love leaves my soup.
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Ibrahim Hussein and his wife, Yasmina, were married only three years ago. In January 2023 they welcomed their precious baby Maryam into the world...
Only nine months later, in October 2023, their lives were turned upside down by war and destruction in Gaza, forcing them to flee their beautiful home and to be displaced ever since.
Ibrahim's family has suffered much, even before the war. Ibrahim's father tragically died in 2014 as a result of a traffic accident, leaving Ibrahim responsible as the eldest of 7 siblings. Ibrahim's siblings are Muhammad, Hamza and Zakaria, and Israa, Ghadeer and Hadeel. Sadly, Ibrahim's sister, Ghadeer, and her husband were killed in October, leaving behind their two and a half year old son, Waseem
Waseem is now an orphan, cared for by Ibrahim and his family. Both Waseem and Maryam are infants/toddlers who are now suffering from malnourishment and disease from dirty drinking water. They have no formula, no good food of any kind, no diapers, and they are living in tents under the constant sounds of drones and bombs, and screams.
Yasmina's family members include her father, Abdullah, her mother, Yousra, her brother, Amir, and her sister Samar.
Abdullah and Yousra both need medicine for heart conditions and high blood pressure. Samar has Down's syndrome and needs much assistance with daily living and medical care.
This family has stayed together, hoping and praying every day that they could live to see another day and not see any more of their loved ones killed. They suffer each day from exposure, malnutrition, disease, and the constant threat of being bombed..
Ibrahim pleads for help to save his family from this suffering.
The funds raised by this campaign will help them to buy food, water, medicine, tents for travel when they must flee from bombs. They will also be used to pay for the expensive fees necessary to flee to Egypt.
I met Ibrahim and Yasmina through a social media campaign and project called Pass The Hat that is allied with Operation Olive Branch, a grassroots initiative that has been helping Palestinian families in need of urgent aid. Over several weeks I have gotten to know this family and now consider them some of my dearest friends.
They are in a crisis and every day grows worse for them.
Please donate as much as you can spare to get this family to safety as quickly as possible.
Thank you.
I got bells that jingle jangle...
It's been two hours since i made them so here are the early testing verdicts
Daikon radish (big white thing) : wayyyy less spicy and soaked up the flavor really well, awesome crunch
Carrot: pretty good! Definitely mellower and sweeter because it didn't take as much brine in (yet)
Cucumber: a staple for a reason! Literally delicious brine all the way with a satisfying crunch.
Green onion: (mostly tried it for giggles it's in there to flavor the batch) pretty bitter and too much
Normal onion: crunchy and sour! Not much to note but pretty good
Garlic: WAYYY TOO SPICY TO JUST EAT, ILL USE THESE TO COOK PROBABLY BC THEYRE NOT POROUS ENOUGH TO SOAK IN TASTE
Red pepper: these were dried when I got them so too spicy rn... not terrible necessarily but it overpowers all the flavor completely.
OTHER NOTES: Needed more sugar and vinegar, maybe a bit of water. Soy sauce overwhelmed it a bit. Also wish I got more daikon... sigh...
WE WILL CHECK AGAIN IN 8 HOURS!!! 🎉
DORM ROOM PICKLES!!!!!
im not quite sure but i sure do draw commissions open please please talk to me im friendly i prommy ~adult, (he/him, they/them, it/its), PanRo/Ace~ Genderfluid/Enby, slow changes, usually month to month
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