Lesbians Have A Special Relationship With Naruto That I Cannot Begin To Fathom

no thoughts, just imaging a puppy butch whining to eat me out while rutting on my thigh, waiting for my permission to drown themselves inside and have my nails scratching their head, gripping when I'm close to cummimg.

Butch Fairy Zine: interest check!

This is an interest check! For a Butch fairy themed art zine to be held in 2024. Find the link here

This will be an art book that celebrates butch folk, and fairies, but through the lense of a field guide, with sketches and concepts alongside full colour illustrations. This project is currently being planned by 5 people, and a frog 🐸

This is not an Artist App form, but if you want to apply as an artist, you can still fill this in. We will make An Artist form later in January.

I'm highly suspicious of certain people in the butchfemme community. Specially of cis lesbians.

Facing the Struggle as a Queer Transgender Refugees. We Need Your Help. 🌈

Hi there,

I'm AshleymilesPhil, a transgender queer refugee, and today I’m sorry this might feel random, and I didn’t mean to come to you like this but I'm reaching out with an urgent plea. Life in the refugee camp is incredibly harsh for our LGBTIQ community. We’re facing extreme shortages of food, clean water, medicine, and safe shelter. Each day is a fight for survival, and without basic necessities, it’s getting harder to hold on.

It’s difficult to ask for help, but we have no choice. We’re in a dire situation, and we need your support to make it through. Your donation, no matter the size, can provide life-saving essentials like food, clean water, and medical care for our community. Without your kindness, we are left vulnerable, struggling to survive.

If you’re able, please consider contributing to our GoFundMe⬇️🙏

https://gofund.me/4d80b32c

Your generosity could truly make the difference between life and death.

I also ask you to visit my blog, reblog my post, and share our story to help us spread awareness. The more people know about our struggle, the more help we can get. You can be part of amplifying our voices when we have been silenced for so long.

I know it’s hard to ask for money, but we are in desperate need. We can’t survive this alone, and we rely on the compassion of those who can offer even a small bit of help.

Thank you for your time, for caring, and for sharing this journey with us. Your support is everything.

With deep gratitude,

AshleymilesPhil

I can't donate any money at the moment, but I will share it so that it can get to someone who can ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I am Mahmoud Helles, the owner of the donation campaign.The campaign aims to expel my family from Gaza and expel my wife to Egypt due to her serious condition with a kidney injury. Please enter my page and then share .https://gofund.me/53fa2830🌹🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🌹😭😭😭

Please, keep engaging with and reblogging Mahmoud's posts!! He's a verified fundraiser who has raised 19.771€/22.000€ so far! His children and wife need to get out of Gaza safely and then to Egypt because of a kidney injury that has gotten worse due to the amount of time with no treatment (which is also expensive). Find his gofundme here:

gofundme.com

Dona a Save my children from death, organizada por Mahmoud Hilles

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on my knees for them, don't ever let me speak about eyebrow piercings-

Butches with piercings make me go insane... They're so stunning

when non lesbians headcanon the mean bitch characters as a lesbian its 🤨 when i do it its awesome though

when they're out of touch and out of time

something about being a stone femme/pillow princess that makes your ears perk up like a dog when you hear/read the words stone top

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.