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Next fan series on the table I redesigned is my old series, Justice Precure, that is actually getting a new name change to! With great pleasure, let me introduce the new and improved, Go! Mighty Pretty Cure!

After a sudden explosion, a sector of the precious city of Choutani became a wasteland. This brings three girls to begin an investigation of their own, caught in the radiation of the area, gaining strange devices that suddenly transform them into a new group of superheroes called Pretty Cure. Along with two new members, they are tasked to fight against this brand new team of villains who seem to be connected to the explosion, as well as discovering the consequences of the people are were effected during the explosion.

Cures: Cure Illusion 🩷 Cure Spark 💛 Cure Blaze ❤️ Cure Leaf 💚 Cure Sprinkle 💙

With school being a hassle, I’ve found small intervals to draw and design my Precure groups. My posts will be slow because of it but I’ll try my best to get them posted. Also, it’s time for me to find internships and apply. I desperately need a starter job to grow my career and it’s time for me to start doing that. Wish me luck!

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🚨Urgent humanitarian appeal 🚨

Please don't ignore🙏🙏🇵🇸

Despite the temporary cessation of fire, I am still living in the tent because I found my house a pile of rubble 💔💔 You can imagine spending your whole life in a tent that does not protect from the cold of winter or the heat of summer

I am now about to give birth to my third child in the tent in the extreme cold and I fear he will die. Please help me 🙏🙏 Yesterday my tent was severely damaged by the wind and rain. Please help me rebuild my house and remove the rubble

Also, my husband still needs a lot of treatment and medicines that I cannot buy due to their high price💔. He also needs to travel to get an eye transplant and treat the nerves in his left hand😭. Please, I need your help and donation urgently Conditions are still very difficult in Gaza and there are no signs of a safe, warm life💔

Please donate what you can

Be hope and support us Please 🙏🙏

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Donate to Help Maryam’s family to rebuild their lives, organized by Kristina Turner Brown

My name is Kristina, I have gotten to know Maryam and her family … Kristina Turner Brown needs your support for Help Maryam’s family to r

reblog if you think aros and aces (or anyone on the aroace spectrum) are queer

trying to prove something to my mother ^^

“How rude!!”

Please forgive me for ranting, but...I am so tired of AI. Just so tired. I don't want Microsoft Copilot, or Google Gemini, or Meta AI, or whatever other energy-sucking, water-wasting, mediocrity-spewing LLM is currently being thrust upon me. I just want to be left alone to create in peace.

HELP A FAMILY IN 🍉🍉 - VETTED FUNDRAISER!!

HELLO EVERYONE!! I would like to share with you a campaign for a family in need. @hanangaza needs donations and has reached out to me, asking for help. I would like to ask you all to visit the account and interact with it. Help get the message out. Please message people, reblog, share, post.... use your account to help get this out there!!

The people in Gaza has not stopped suffering, even after the ceasefire. They are still displaced, suffering with lack or essentials and aid. The cost of living has become very expensive and they have no income. Please imagine yourself in their situation, you wouldn't like to live like that, so why should they?? Here you can help a fellow human being out. The most effective way to support a campaign is by donating!! So if you are able to donate please show your kindness here;

Your donations mean alot more than you think, even 5 dollars will count. Fundraisers are a group effort, so please do your part. Any contributions make a difference, what you may spend on something totally unnecessary will help a family keep warm and safe. Please help feed a family in need, be a glimmer of hope.

Thank you.

So I’m a writer and I was using this thing, ProwritingAid. And to be honest? It sucks!

In order to have it talk about your story, you need to give it a credit and you only get one! Just one, and if you want more? You need to pay 50 bucks! Just for one credit! It’s like Episode but for criquting and writing stories! Like, what?!

They just need to get rid of that whole system and find some other way to make people because I’m not spending a dime on that and neither should you, it’s totally predatory!

for her birthday, palestinian miku wants you to help zinh!

zinh is a 20 year old dental student from gaza who is collecting donations to escape gaza together with her family

please share & donate if you can!

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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