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hornyharpy · 1 month
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Mirror Hallway
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splatattackz · 4 months
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je adore ramon aider fit avec quoi dire en français
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skaluli · 6 months
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sorry for no art very slow rn also i cant remember if i told you that i got a seasonal job so yeah that doesnt help that with the fact i already was slow with art in general
apologises
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ragnar0c · 5 months
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I did my hair again... (finally)
It's so difficult for me to put time aside for it when it takes like 6+ hours to do. It usually means I have to do it when i have a day off... but having 1 day of just to spend half of it twisting a huge head of natural 4a hair.
Taking care of myself is hard. But I did it.
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florwal · 1 year
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my art in 2021 vs 2022, made a room in sims for reference in the newer one
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daily-flowey · 11 days
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Day 87
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vlad---masters · 1 year
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Here's the short fic I wrote about Danny crying when he gets trapped by Vlad in Bitter Reunions.
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fumitori-forced-me · 2 months
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sweet dreams
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cardiaccat · 8 months
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woe golden retriever Josh and black cat Stef be upon ye
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xseffort45 · 10 months
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F4st!ng since May
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deklo · 2 years
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i haven’t done traditional art in sooo long :( it’s hard :(
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partoftheairforce · 11 months
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i’m making a mixtape for my sister for her eighteenth birthday this is the most fun thing i’ve ever done in my life
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dirtytransmasc · 7 months
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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stil-lindigo · 29 days
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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
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jakeperalta · 3 months
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I'm curious. what job would you do if money was no object (you just automatically had an income you could live comfortably on)? including work like volunteering, studying etc. please share in the tags :)
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dragoonwys · 4 months
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Many times I feel like the sad fish you 'buy for a child because its low maintenance', stop doing that
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