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myrddin-wylt · 1 year
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pspspsps, most of Ukraine is still without power, heating, and water. various NGOs and governments are doing all they can, but volunteer groups are always the ones who can help first and most directly - especially the volunteer paramedics and military corps, who are the guys helping people in active combat zones that the NGOs can’t go into. like I realize donating to military groups sounds weird, but given the complete lack of respect the Russian military has shown for peace corridors and basic rules of war, these guys are saving a lot more lives than they are ending them.
anyway here are a few groups I like in particular:
Come Back Alive, the big dick charity of them all
Ukrainian Association of Washington state: less familiar with them but they’re hosting Ruslan Gorovyi and motherfucker that’s all you have to say to me.
Hospitallers Medical Battalion are so fucking solid. they’re volunteer paramedics, so they’re the first ones going into combat zones to help civilians. I’m a little in love, honestly.
UAnimals has a patreon if you want to help animals and pets in Ukraine
All4Ukraine has a collection of individual fundraisers, so you can literally choose what you want to put your money to. a lot of them are actually cars, which may sound weird, but do not underestimate how utterly vital cars are for evacuations, ambulances, recon, etc etc, especially as winter begins. Ukraine is fucking cold, and it’s a huge country - getting people transportation is literally lifesaving rn.
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spidertalia · 9 months
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I GOT THE LAST PIECE FOR MY REVAMPED MANGLE COSPLAY !!! now just to find some fitting shoes and then i can go to comiccon next week 💪
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ego-meliorem-esse · 1 year
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Oh myyyyyyy! You guys have stuck with me even in my absence agdjdkkahshdkznz <3<3<3<3<3
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cowboy-robooty · 27 days
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this is a dorohedoro moment (redraw of a sketch i never poasted lawl)
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ask-hetalia-alaska · 2 months
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It's my favourite race of the year, Iditarod started yesterday!
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j-ellyfish · 2 months
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In nomine Domini
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derehono · 1 month
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I discovered that despite never before drawing them, I actually love drawing bunnies
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crepegosette · 1 month
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I've been thinking a lot (a lot) about @syrupyyyart's Motley so I cracked and made an oc (even tho I probably didn't do the assignment right and im sorry for that) She's named after an confection very popular in Latin America. As for her personality, she's a lax but chill girl who prefers doing things at her own pace (even tho it backfires for her most of the time). Her hobbies include reading about historical facts and conspiracy theories. Also enjoys bike-riding and old cartoons.
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pinkflipphonez · 3 months
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“I never minded the cold, braginsky. it snows in arizona too, y’know.”
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myrddin-wylt · 1 year
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Okay when I said no real life memes, I didn't think Russia would hit Poland so
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NATO meme time
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ego-meliorem-esse · 7 months
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Stormy Eyes
The 7-year-old looking boy with boundless energy, stood atop the hill, looking down at the small church where a somber funeral was taking place. In his small hand, Alfred clutched a single flower, a blue daisy. The daisy, a simple tribute to his best friend, Davie. Alfred had returned from London with excitement, eager to share his discoveries and stories, only to discover the devastating news of Davie's passing. His young heart ached, and the weight of grief hung heavily upon him.
Throughout his short life, Alfred had always been a whirlwind of activity, his mind racing from one thought to another, his body in constant motion. His father, Arthur, had observed these tendencies with a watchful eye, understanding that his son's boundless enthusiasm often came with moments of restlessness and broken vases.
As Arthur approached his young son, he saw the boy's restless fidgeting, his hands twisting the flower stem, and his gaze darting in all directions. He knew with how much enthusiasm and excitement Alfred carried and took care of the flower on his long journey to Boston. So, having Alfred bend and break the stem was a certain cause for concern. He recognized his boys fidgeting and what it stood for. An understanding that had developed over years of being Alfred's father and mentor.
"Alfred," Arthur said sternly, yet without a hint of annoyance. His voice carrying the weight of centuries of history and responsibility. Arthur looked down from the hill to the quaint church where a crowd of silhouettes gathered, and with an almost inaudible "Ah." understood the weight of the situation. He looked down at his son, his eyes softened with concern. "I'm sorry lad."
Alfred's response was not in words but in frantic fidgeting. His young mind was trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, rendering him staring down at the destroyed flower stem he seemed to cherish only a few hours before.
Seeing his son's distress, Arthur's concern deepened. He slowly kneeled down, reached out and gently held Alfred's face in his hands, physically anchoring the restless child and forcing their eyes to meet.
"Alfred," Arthur said firmly once again, his voice breaking through the chaos in Alfred's mind. "Focus, my son. You must."
Alfred's tear-filled eyes finally met his father's, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Arthur could see his son's eyes trying to suppress more tears from welling up. The effort was unsuccessful, because as soon as Alfred took a breath, all the supressed tears fell all at once. Through all that his boy didn't make a single sound.
Arthur's words continued, his voice carrying the weight of wistom obtained by blood and violence. "My boy, your life will be a lonely but fulfilling one. You will meet many people, nations, enemies and friends along the way. Each one will leave a mark on your heart, just as your friend here did." Arthur didn't dare look away at the funeral for the friend he just mentioned in fear of loosing Alfred to his own mind once again.
Arthur's voice almost quivered as he spoke of Alfred's lost friend. "Remember them, Alfred. Remember them all, and carry their memories with you. Your existence, my dear boy, is both a solitary journey and a shared one. You are not alone in this world of nations."
He paused, his grip on Alfred's face unwavering. "Your restless spirit is a part of who you are, Alfred, and it's a gift. Use it to carry the torch for those who have gone before us and for those who will come after. You have the strength within you to focus when it truly matters. Because, my son, when you do, miracles will happen."
He released his son and instead of going back to fidget with the plant, Alfred stood still and kept looking at his father.
As the funeral procession continued below, father and son remained standing on that grassy hill. Arthur's words seemed to echo back and forth in the young boys mind, his ocean eyes finally resembling calm waters. In that moment Arthur was reminded of stormy nights at sea and the calm morning that followed.
He was always good at sailing through the storm.
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hws-lceland · 10 months
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I should have done these sooner you guys beat me to all the good ideas!
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ifindus · 1 year
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Are you a HetaVision fan?*
Of course! 🤩 I think my favourite entry this year is France's 🥰
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ask-hetalia-alaska · 2 months
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We have a winner!! Congrats to Dallas Seavey's 6th Iditarod win! Dallas' time came in at 9d 2h 16m 8s. 4 others have finished, good luck to everyone still out on the ice.
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keiksy-cake · 1 year
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129 - Happy Birthday Dear America
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Ayy ended up in the hospital (I'm okay) which meant I had nothing to do so I decided to translate this little comic. Comic is by IchiAno, from whom I've received permission ♥️
I only had to tl the last three pgs btw, the rest was already in English
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purrsia · 7 months
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Context is .... partisan italy and romano blow up some nazis
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