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My name is Mercy, and I’m from Gaza. I apologize for reaching out without prior permission. The war has destroyed my home, and my family has lost everything. We have been displaced several times, and there is no safe place for us. I am struggling with Type 1 Diabetes and cannot afford insulin, while my mother requires treatment for kidney failure outside of Gaza. Any donation, no matter how small, would greatly assist us in surviving and getting my mother the care she needs. A friend outside Gaza is helping facilitate the donation program. Please let me know if you need more information. You can donate through the link in my pinned post. Thank you, and God bless you ❤️

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🚨 URGENT DISTRESS CALL

Hello Dear🌹

Please Share/Reblog Our Story & If You Can Kindly Donate To Support Us🙏🏻

I'm Alaa Khateeb From Gaza, Palestine With 8 Of My Family Among Us 4 Young Children Under 10 Years We Lives A Dangerous War From October 2023.

Displaced From Our Home 7 Times & Now Living In A Tent That Lacks Of Life. We Lost Our Jobs, Salaries & Everything.

Pictures & Words Fail To Describe Our Situation🥹

Your Donation Will Save Our Lives🙏🏻

💌https://gofund.me/cb8c05a3

Thank's A Lot❤️🌹

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URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸

Hello,

How do you do ? I hop to be in a good condition.

This is my special campaign

We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.

Every donation makes a different even if it a small.

As you know, the war began on October 7 and lasted ten months. During this period, we were unable to obtain food, drink, or treatment because we did not have money.

There is no source of income for the family at the present time, so we are unable to buy food, clean water, and medicine, especially after we are afflicted with the ongoing infectious diseases spread in the north like Hepatitis C disease.

Our house has been damaged a lot since the beginning of the war. We are from the north of Gaza and we are still in the north and have not displaced to the south. We displaced 10 times from place to another seeking to safety .

We hope for your help and support, even if only a little.🙏🙏

Vetted by Femme intifada on telegram.

Also, vetted by gazavetters on tumbler and my number is #60

My campaign was recently vetted by butterfly effect group on Instagram and my number is #964

This is the link if you would to read our story well 👇👇

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you all

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Hello my friends

My name is Hala from the Gaza Strip. My family and I are suffering from very difficult conditions. We lost our beautiful home in the Gaza Strip and I was displaced with my family, my father, my mother and my grandmother to the south of the Gaza Strip.

Winter has come and the tent we live in is dilapidated and does not protect us from the cold and rain. Please help me to repair our tent and provide our daily needs of food and medicine.

And also to save money so we can travel to Egypt.

Thank you for your solidarity with me

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🍉🍉Please don't ignore our suffering and leave us alone My name is Masa Halas from the Gaza Strip. I was displaced from the north of the Gaza Strip to the south of the Strip and the family was scattered in tents.

Winter is approaching and our tent can't withstand. We sleep in cold, fear and hunger every day.

Donate to us so we can change a little of the reality.

Or share our story so it reaches those who donate to us.🍉🍉🙏🙏🙏

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Guys meet my tf2 oc Dove! Ask me questions about her >:) shes Medic's little assistant

Dan and OC 🩷 fluff

Me encantan los OC ✨️‼️

[MEET: THE NURSE!]

Sure, the Medic outshines in his ever-expanding pursuit of science and biology, but when it comes to patching the mercs up, there's only one thing he lacks— hospitality!

The operation table is practically a warzone in itself at the hands of the german doctor, and there's never a guarrantee you'll make it out alive after the surgery.

Now, the nurse can't change that statistic, maybe you were destined to perish at the hands of a mad scientist, but perhaps the experience will be less grueling with a sweeter face tightening your restraints!

Meet Maislyn, my (not so subtle of a self-insert) oc! I made her for funsies, don't worry you don't have to expect a lot of her.

I fkin care you guys know the drill go give love pls.

Everyone is so talented on this app I am in love with the setting of it all

Ik no one cares but i wanted to draw my tf2 oc lmaoooo

Get out of my head I was just making a post like this 😭 TALENT ALL AROUNDDDDD pls one of my favorite artists genuinely go give love plsss ty.

One of the things I like about this fandom is that people have funny names for the ships (Red Oktoberfest, Helmet Party, etc.) But my chef is an aroace and she doesn´t feel attracted to anyone (tho sooooometimes I feel like shipping her with Miss Pauling), still… That doesn't mean I can't make ship names for the platonic relationships he has with his team, and a few ideas that came to my mind while procrastinating >:3

Burnt Rice (Pyro & Chef)

Self explanatory name lol

Knights 'n Ninjas (Demo & Chef)

I also thought on "Explosive Sake" or "Wasabi Bombs", but Idk why this one got my attention more

Main Course (Heavy & Chef)

Aaand for this one I had a hard time thinking on a ship name, honestly my logic behind this was just that in my mother language you also call a main course a "heavy dish", but If someone has better suggestions I'm all ears 👀

Another platonic ship names I thought but didn't draw were:

Fast Food (Scout & Chef)

Prescription meal (Medic & Chef)

American Roll (Soldier & Chef)

Chopstick helpers (Engie & Chef)

Kangaroo sashimi (Sniper & Chef)

Butterfly knives (Spy & Chef)

Scene redraw from a comic my friend @mothwaffles on Instagram made us for our tf2 tenth class ocs, Chef and Bladesmith.

Check them out they're so GOOD GRRRR

Anyways.

I'm tired.

Yes, that is a random image I slapped a greyscale on. I have class tomorrow, I can't draw a whole bg rn.

Teehee.

I need to draw them, maybe add them to the animatic. I love ocs.

Beware the smoke:

Yes, more Hoard content, yall cant stop me, she is my muse.

Anyways, she can make and use smoke bombs now! :D

Usually, they're just for cover, but if she happens to steal from the medic, she can obtain a whole LITANY of chemicals to combine with her bombs. This turns the relatively harmless clouds into scary death clouds that can inflict all KINDS of status effects (including spontaneous internal bleeding! How fun!)

Be wary of enemy coloured clouds out on the battlefield, as entering them will greatly reduce visibility for everyone but the Hoarder, who only experiences a light tint to her vision. Chances are, there's an enemy Hoarder waiting to sneak up behind you and strangle you with an extension cord, or just shoot your head off with her trusty Tin Can.

Tin Can, btw:

Why, yes, she did make it herself! (I'm not great at guns, but it's LOOSELY based on the small gun used by Jinx in Arcane)

Anyways

✨️ her ✨️

(I'm done now)

Found a third one. We're on our way to getting a full kitchen staff 💪🏽 RAHHHHH

tf2 oc droppppppp

My tf2 self insert but in a better drawing :D

Me when my pookie @joonliebe expresses interest in an old hyperfixation of mine.

Nurse Amélie, my old superjail oc ft. Dok who is @joonliebe 's.

I love them.

Me when my pookie @joonliebe expresses interest in an old hyperfixation of mine.

Nurse Amélie, my old superjail oc ft. Dok who is @joonliebe 's.

I love them.

I need more chef ocs 9 mouths to feed is alot!! We need a whole kitchen staff!

"We are LIVE here at the inauguration and… Wait- IT'S THE CHEF WITH A STEEL CHAIR KITCHEN KNIFE!"

Hellooooo… I've been somewhat dead on Tumblr for the last 3 months, but I still want to give it a try at the @tf2occontest with my tenth class silly guys and meet more cool TF2 original characters too! 👉👈 I need friends :(

The image on the right is a commission from my friend Mysteryjxd !

Beta Chef design doodles I found in my old sketchbook from a few years back.

Fun fact, she was originally going to be a physical therapist.

Someone needs to do a Magma with me that would be most fun.

Estoy llorando por favor son tan pancake 😭 Alguien debe conseguirme uno

Pyro baby is here! It's finally developed it's true colors :]

Thanks to everybody who helped me and supported!

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Here you can get your own baby pyro and STL files for it:

https://www.etsy.com/de-en/shop/Solis3d?ref=seller-platform-mcnav

Pyro is 24€, STL files 4€

There are 2 versions: with toe beans and without

Edit: pyro preorders sold out currently, will open after i finish these

This pleases me

@engag3d @scozthewoz

Tag game!!!

Do this quiz

And this picrew

And tag people(obviously)

@anartistwithamask @gummy-axolotl @shadowthegay @auseryoumayknow @copper-ichor @moonysfavoritetoast @alexthescaredenby @invaderxeya @fungal-boy-witch-yay @artists-void @hazbin-hotel-lucifer-simp @ka1-the-pr0ot @theautumnalcat

Please read this man’s description of his dachshund and its most annoying habit

“I have a ridiculous dog named Walnut. He is as domesticated as a beast can be: a purebred longhaired miniature dachshund with fur so thick it feels rich and creamy, like pudding. His tail is a huge spreading golden fan, a clutch of sunbeams. He looks less like a dog than like a tropical fish. People see him and gasp. Sometimes I tell Walnut right out loud that he is my precious little teddy bear pudding cup sweet boy snuggle-stinker.

In my daily life, Walnut is omnipresent. He shadows me all over the house. When I sit, he gallops up into my lap. When I go to bed, he stretches out his long warm body against my body or he tucks himself under my chin like a soft violin. Walnut is so relentlessly present that sometimes, paradoxically, he disappears. If I am stressed or tired, I can go a whole day without noticing him. I will pet him idly; I will yell at him absent-mindedly for barking at the mailman; I will nuzzle him with my foot. But I will not really see him. He will ask for my attention, but I will have no attention to give. Humans are notorious for this: for our ability to become blind to our surroundings — even a fluffy little jewel of a mammal like Walnut.

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When I come home from a trip, Walnut gets very excited. He prances and hops and barks and sniffs me at the door. And the consciousnesses of all the wild creatures I’ve seen — the puffins, rhinos, manatees, ferrets, the weird hairy wet horses — come to life for me inside of my domestic dog. He is, suddenly, one of these unfamiliar animals. I can pet him with my full attention, with a full union of our two attentions. He is new to me and I am new to him. We are new again together.

Even when he is horrible. The most annoying thing Walnut does, even worse than barking at the mailman, is the ritual of his “evening drink.” Every night, when I am settled in bed, when I am on the brink of sleep, Walnut will suddenly get very thirsty. If I go to bed at 10:30, Walnut will get thirsty at 11. If I go to bed at midnight, he’ll wake me up at 1. I’ve found that the only way I cannot be mad about this is to treat this ritual as its own special kind of voyage — to try to experience it as if for the first time. If I am open to it, my upstairs hallway contains an astonishing amount of life.

The evening drink goes something like this: First, Walnut will stand on the edge of the bed, in a muscular, stout little stance, and he will wave his big ridiculous fan tail in my face, creating enough of a breeze that I can’t ignore it. I will roll over and try to go back to sleep, but he won’t let me: He’ll stamp his hairy front paws and wag harder, then add expressive noises from his snout — half-whine, half-breath, hardly audible except to me. And so I give up. I sit up and pivot and plant my feet on the floor — I am hardly even awake yet — and I make a little basket of my arms, like a running back preparing to take a handoff, and Walnut pops his body right into that pocket, entrusting the long length of his vulnerable spine (a hazard of the dachshund breed) to the stretch of my right arm, and then he hangs his furry front legs over my left. From this point on we function as a unit, a fusion of man and dog. As I lift my weight from the bed Walnut does a little hop, just to help me with gravity, and we set off down the narrow hall. We are Odysseus on the wine-dark sea. (Walnut is Odysseus; I am the ship.)

All of evolution, all of the births and deaths since caveman times, since wolf times, that produced my ancestors and his — all the firelight and sneak attacks and tenderly offered scraps of meat, the cages and houses, the secret stretchy coils of German DNA — it has all come, finally, to this: a fully grown exhausted human man, a tiny panting goofy harmless dog, walking down the hall together. Even in the dark, Walnut will tilt his snout up at me, throw me a deep happy look from his big black eyes — I can feel this happening even when I can’t see it — and he will snuffle the air until I say nice words to him (OK you fuzzy stinker, let’s go get your evening drink), and then, always, I will lower my face and he will lick my nose, and his breath is so bad, his fetid snout-wind, it smells like a scoop of the primordial soup. It is not good in any way. And yet I love it.

Walnut and I move down the hall together, step by bipedal step, one two three four, tired man and thirsty friend, and together we pass the wildlife of the hallway — a moth, a spider on the ceiling, both of which my children will yell at me later to move outside, and of course each of these creatures could be its own voyage, its own portal to millions of years of history, but we can’t stop to study them now; we are passing my son’s room. We can hear him murmuring words to his friends in a voice that sounds disturbingly like my own voice, deep sound waves rumbling over deep mammalian cords — and now we are passing my daughter’s room, my sweet nearly grown-up girl, who was so tiny when we brought Walnut home, as a golden puppy, but now she is moving off to college. In her room she has a hamster she calls Acorn, another consciousness, another portal to millions of years, to ancient ancestors in China, nighttime scampering over deserts.

But we move on. Behind us, in the hallway, comes a sudden galumphing. It is yet another animal: our other dog, Pistachio, he is getting up to see what’s happening; he was sleeping, too, but now he is following us. Pistachio is the opposite of Walnut, a huge mutt we adopted from a shelter, a gangly scraggly garbage muppet, his body welded together out of old mops and sandpaper, with legs like stilts and an enormous block head and a tail so long that when he whips it in joy, constantly, he beats himself in the face. Pistachio unfolds himself from his sleepy curl, stands, trots, huffs and stares after us with big human eyes. Walnut ignores him, because with every step he is sniffing the dark air ahead of us, like a car probing a night road with headlights, and he knows we are approaching his water dish now, he knows I am about to bend my body in half to set his four paws simultaneously down on the floor, he knows that he will slap the cool water with his tongue for 15 seconds before I pick him up again and we journey back down the hall. And I find myself wondering, although of course it doesn’t matter, if Walnut was even thirsty, or if we are just playing out a mutual script. Or maybe, and who could blame him, he just felt like taking a trip.”

nytimes.com

Lessons From a Lifetime of Animal Voyages

There is an animal-size hole at the center of modern life. Some of us will search the world to fill it.

I know most of tumblr is thinking about the USA right now. but fuck the nz government right now too. tomorrow, the treaty principles bill, the 'worst, most comprehensive breach of Te Tiriti in modern times' is being introduced to parliament early, because there were activations planned country wide and the cowards decided to pull it forwards. fuck this government. a friend of mine had to go home early, crying. I've been in shock all day since it came out.

check on your Māori friends, e hoa mā. see what they need. see how you can help. everyday, we see and experience racism. from people around us, up to our government. community care will save us.

‼️Do not ignore my message. It is an emergency. There is nothing left for us. Now I need your help to buy medicine urgently. It is very expensive, worth $600. An anesthetic for the pain. He also needs to travel to continue the necessary treatment procedure. Please, you are my hope. Just donate what you can to my brother😭💔💔

https://gofund.me/73d4b003

As always go and share, donate if you can.

(copied from @dxckiii on Twitter) this could literally change everything.

They have begun a recount process. WAKE UP YOUR NEVADA FRIENDS AND MAKE SURE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM CHECK iwillvote.com to make sure their ballot was counted. if it says it was denied, they need to call immediately.

iwillvote.com

I Will Vote

Be a voter. Find everything you need to vote in your state's next election.

Don't scroll past this. If there's any chance someone from Nevada is following you, they need to see it. Get this as far as possible. Be loud. I know it's easy to feel hopeless right now; god knows I was crying my eyes out for a good chunk of last night, but if there's even a shred of action we can take, we can't let it slip by.

If you know anyone in Nevada, please share this with them. Reblog it. Spread it far and wide, ASAP.

This seems fun. Ty Creator 🙏🏼

@scozthewoz @engag3d

Picrew

ITSV PICREW

♡Hi guys! i worked really hard on this so consider donating for more projects and updates♡ ⭐︎ https://ko-fi.com/naylissah ⭐︎ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Make your spidersona in and out of costume! Tag however many people you want

@littlebeanalien @peachfreak1750 @chaotic-opossum58 @howmuchismuch @almostoriginal2 @reggie-trying-thier-best @jadejemdoesstuff @howmuchismuch @some-dull-scissors

My dream for the election is that it’s definitive. I want a 2012-style Election Day where everyone built it up beforehand to possibly be close but then the results start rolling in and it was like “Oh, nevermind. It’s obviously Obama. Everyone go to bed.”

I just want voters to put a stake right through the heart of Trumpism so that it crumbles to ash before our eyes. That’s the dream.

I love oc x canon and self ship artists so much. Seeing people talk so passionately about how much they love their f/os and ships fills me with such love and joy and it's incredible how some can even imitate the art style of the medium their f/o originated from. Y'all have my total love and support! 💖👋

are we still doing tf2 ocs in 2024 is that something we’re doing still