Save Ibrahim! 🙏💔
My 5-year-old son, Ibrahim, was seriously injured in an Israeli airstrike on Gaza. 💔
I am a proud person and never imagined asking, but I am ready to kiss your feet to save his life. 🙏 Your $10 donation could save him. ❤️
If you cannot donate, please help by sharing this post. 🌍
Donation link:
https://gofund.me/ffd62c2a
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you simply need to be able to recognize and criticize transmisogyny in general and not just the extremely over the top JKR type shit, you are not actually growing if you refuse to consider the idea that other queer people can reinforce and benefit from transmisogyny on smaller levels too
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‼️Please don’t skip taking a look 🍉🇵🇸I am
ahmad from Gaza. I am 26 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to preserve his family. 🇵🇸💔💔
We try to live under miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressures, doubts, and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it's not just hunger, disease and fear; Rather, it means actual death.
With a heart weighed down by sorrow, I reach out to you, hoping that kindness and humanity still shine in this world. My family and I have lost everything—the home that once sheltered us, the walls that echoed with laughter, the warmth and security that every human deserves. The relentless attacks on Gaza have turned our lives into a daily fight for survival. What was once a place of comfort and love is now nothing but rubble, and we are left with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a fragile tent that barely stands against the bitter cold.
Now, our days and nights are consumed by hardship. The icy wind pierces through the thin fabric of our tent, leaving us shivering, with no escape from the freezing temperatures. Food is scarce, clean water is hard to find, and the most basic necessities have become luxuries beyond our reach. Every day, we struggle—not just to live, but to preserve the dignity that war tries to strip away.
Amid this suffering, a new life was brought into the world—my brother’s daughter, an innocent soul who took her first breath in a tent instead of a warm home, her tiny body wrapped in whatever scraps of fabric we could find. She was born not into joy, but into loss, into hunger, into the unforgiving reality of war. And as we watch her, so fragile and pure, our hearts break knowing that we cannot give her the comfort and security she deserves and we cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for her😭😭😭😭💔💔💔
I do not ask for much—just a little help to keep us going through these unimaginable times. A warm blanket to protect us from the cold, food to fill our empty stomachs, or even simply sharing our story so that others may hear our cries for help. Every small act of kindness can make a difference. 💔🍉🇵🇸😭
Your generosity has the power to bring warmth to our freezing nights, hope to our despair, and life to those struggling to survive. May the kindness you extend be returned to you a hundredfold.
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I’m not dead! Been reconsidering what kind of story I wanted to tell and how I want avians and humans to interact, so I decided to make a flightless avian. I drew inspiration from macaws, kakapo, ostriches, Indian runner ducks, and the Pokémon Latias for the long neck and ear tufts. Still need to do some work on the arm feather shapes and figure out clothing and coloration. I’m tentatively calling them Striders.
They’re semi-arboreal, living in mangrove-like forests interspersed along the floodplain. Their long legs are ideal for wading through water and reaching across branches and aerial roots, while their zygodactyl feet are useful for perching and gripping bark.
Striders eat a diet of nuts, fruits and grains and maintain arboreal gardens of fruit-bearing epiphytes. They also cultivate lily-like aquatic tubers.
Arbormancy is used to construct nest hollows, bridges and other infrastructure from live trees, in addition to speeding up their growth. Some nomadic Striders make a living traveling to human settlements, using arbormancy and other botanical magics to benefit their crops- for a fee.
My “taur” birdfolk may still be part of this story, or they might not- I’ll have to consider what makes sense as I build plot and characters. I’m excited to flesh out Striders’ culture and characteristics!
> see 'intersex omega' on fic
> click onto the fic because im happy to see intersex characters
> the 'intersex omega' is just bigenital and is just the author's blatant intersex fetishization
Did you seriously just allow the seed of cruelty to sprout
AHHGGfrr Bird edition
I REALLY tried to draw sniper as a kiwi but I found it impossible to make that a furry... I mean, there's not much to work with.... Kiwis are just furry balls with legs.... I'll try to do it anyway.
Anyways, Medic as a vulture was a completely personal choice 👨❤️💋👨 I thought it would look really cool, but you can judge whether it suits him or not
Gay people jumpscare
unfathomably stupid comic starring the Virian Boss, featuring an alien shark that isn't as cool as he thinks he is.
my lukewarm Gamera take is that Viras and Zigra would be a great[or at least amusingly incompetent] villain duo and maybe even better primary antagonists than the Gyaos. [no disrespect to my fav triangle bat ofc]