My cameras extremely low quality but here are some photos from my first shoot
Not a brave man, but at times a very stubborn one
(Limited color palette assignment for my oil painting class. I love college <3)
"Lu Guang,"
Cheng Xiaoshi's voice rang out, echoing throughout their confined bedroom. His voice was softer than usual, deprived of the conviction Lu Guang had grown so used to. The words came slowly, flowing from his tongue like a bittersweet honey, edges rounded and foreign in his throat.
Silence enveloped them, and for a moment, Cheng Xiaoshi considered going back to sleep. Hazy eyes traced their way to a small digital clock on the shelf, fluorescent green figures reading 03:41. With a groan he flipped over, hoping hiding from the already greatly dimmed light pouring in from the window may help him to sleep.
"...Yes?" A gravelly voice called to him, tinged with an annoyance Lu Guang made no effort to hide.
Cheng Xiaoshi burrowed a little further under his comforter, hoping to stifle the shiver elicited by the sound. A brief wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he instinctively raised a hand to the nape of his neck.
"Ah, it's uh... Nevermind, it's nothing, really. It's stupid-" "Spit it out."
A heavy sigh followed, any trace of sleep melting away in the apartment's broken stillness. "I..." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. In the back of his mind, he silently thanked Lu Guang for having patience in the awkward moments it took him to think. "Do... You think we're together in every universe?"
Had there been a single noise- the buzz of a lamp, the flow of air from a vent, a squeak from the bed- it would have been imperceptible, left unnoticed by the only witness. In that moment, though, Cheng Xiaoshi swore he could hear a gasp as Lu Guang's breath hitched. The following silence seemed to stretch on with no end in sight, and wondered to himself if he should've even asked.
Just as he opened his mouth to take it back, to dismiss himself before Lu Guang had the chance, a small voice came. It was weak, short enough Cheng Xiaoshi thought he'd imagined it as the bed squeaked under Lu Guang's restless shifting. "Idiot."
Soon enough, Cheng Xiaoshi fell into a deep sleep, memories he'd never lived and endings he would never know prying at his subconscious, only to dissipate by morning. A gentle snore sounded below him, and only then did Lu Guang finish his thoughts.
"...For your sake, I hope not..."
Archival Staff s1
posting it here because there's no chance anyone in my family would ever see it: this is how my brother's 13-year-old child decided to announce something to me
me when someone who has been nice to me every single time we've interacted is nice to me:
omg... you dont hate me?....
man known for wooing file clerks vs file clerk final boss
can a guy not braid his hair in peace
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
oh fucc...
statement of timothy stoker regarding jonathan sim’s BLATANT FAVORITISM
Ace | demi-pan | transmasc | he/itMostly here for fanart, might post photography and random stuff occasionally tho
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