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I've got an idea for a DIFFERENT collection of short stories I can release for pride month!! I just need to go back and edit them!

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were going to have an ARTFIGHT summer. were going to draw OC ART. we will be NOT FINISHING REFERENCE SHEETS. we will be ignoring our BACKLOG. we will be FORGETTING WHAT WE PLANNED TO DRAW AND ATTACKING RANDOM CHARACTERS. we will be NOT GOING OUTSIDE. we will be GETTING RSI and FORGETTING TO STRETCH ENOUGH. ARTFIGHT SUMMER !!

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Lmaoooooo I haven't been on this blog since April! Hi everybody! I hope everyone is doing well.

In my months of absense, a lot has changed for me. I graduated university, I started going to therapy, and I started doing art recreationally again!

The focus of this blog is changing a little bit too. I will still be taking writing commissuons but instead of only posting about my coms I will be posting my art and writing snippets!

As for the book I announced in March and never released: oops. I don't have an ETA on that but I will get back to it eventually!

Stay cool, everybody! I'm glad to be back :) 😎

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Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

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Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

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15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔

Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

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I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check my blog and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

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Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

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Im sorry but it is so funny how people outside of tumblr view us. Like why are the tiktokers treating tumblr like some professional ass website you need to do extensive prep before you begin posting on. And the follower farming advice is so fucking funny to me when this is the website where people actively hate getting new followers

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Hanging my head in shame you guys I need more time but don't worry because it is almost finished!

Book Release Update!

Update on the upcoming short story collection I will be adding to my ko-fi shop! It should be ready during the first week of March. There have been a few setbacks but I am happy to announce a tentative release date of March 7th!

I know y'all like to click buttons, so:

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My zine on vending for the first time! I wish I hadn't waited so long to start and now hopefully others can start too!

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Book Release Update!

Update on the upcoming short story collection I will be adding to my ko-fi shop! It should be ready during the first week of March. There have been a few setbacks but I am happy to announce a tentative release date of March 7th!

I know y'all like to click buttons, so:

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A far right Xtian extremist group in Aotearoa New Zealand has harassed and attacked multiple queer events as our country goes into its pride seasons.

A few of us have banded together to make an itch bundle to help fundraise for much needed money for security for pride events, so our communities don't have to rely on cops to protect us.

Get cool games here and help keep queer community events safe at the same time:

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Book Release Update!

Update on the upcoming short story collection I will be adding to my ko-fi shop! It should be ready during the first week of March. There have been a few setbacks but I am happy to announce a tentative release date of March 7th!

I know y'all like to click buttons, so:

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BOOST AGAIN

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Bluegle Reviews

Flora Inn (1070 84th ST)

Dianna Kearney (15 reviews)

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If I could leave no stars I would.

My husband and I booked this cute BnB for our wedding anniversary thinking it would be a nice place to spend a few nights. It's in the heart of downtown so the location is perfect because you can walk anywhere you want. Unfortunately, I just summed up everything positive about it.

We arrived at 3:00 PM pretty much on the dot because their website says check in is at 3:00 and we caught the early train into the city so we were killing time with all our bags until then. When we got there, the owner told us we were much too early. We apologized and said we could come back in half an hour and he started muttering under his breath. He gave us the key to our bedroom (and a pretty dirty look) and said we should have checked the website. (We did.)

The room didn't match the pictures very well. Instead of one queen-sized bed we found two twin beds, which was the critical difference. My husband went to ask about the bed situation while I looked around the room. Stapled (not taped) to the wall was a list of "house rules" which included the standard "no smoking" "no animals" etc. But also included things like "do not touch the thermostat" (it was set to 15°C in February) and "no rap music" (???) The rules also included "no food in the room" (strange, because the room had a microwave in it) and we soon found out the reason for that.

In my bedside drawer there was a wet towel and a can of beans. There were stains on the bedspread and the garbage can in the corner was absolutely full.

My husband asked the owner if the room we had booked was the same one as the photos because of the beds. He explained that since it was our wedding anniversary we did not really want to sleep in separate beds and asked if we were perhaps placed in the wrong room. The owner got angry at him and told him that if it were such a big deal we could shove the two beds together as long as we rearranged the furniture before we left.

By the time my husband came back I had found the ants.

There were several colonies of ants living in and around the garbage can, under the beds, and under the table with the microwave on it. It was absolutely disgusting, ants everywhere. We went back to the owner and told him about the problem and he replied that there were "no ants in his house" and even if there were it was because everyone had ants in that part of town.

We went back to the room for about ten minutes. We had a conversation and before we had a chance to decide we weren't staying the owner was at the door acusing us of trying to scam him out of a free night. My husband grabbed our bags and told him we weren't staying. He followed us all the way to the front door, the whole way telling us there were no ants and that everyone had ants, backk and forth, over and over.

We left. We still haven't seen our security deposit back and it's been a week since the incident.

If you're looking for a place to stay: two blocks away there’s a Quantity Inn with continental breakfast.

Write a piece about the worst hotel in the world

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Commissions are open again!

Commissions are closing for the next five days, I am sick!

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Commissions are closing for the next five days, I am sick!

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I will be continuing this in the book I'm releasing soon!

Write a piece about someone who completely abandons their moral compass

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The Crabapple Tree

There was an apple tree at my elementary school. In the fall, at the very beginning of the school-year, it flourished with crab apples in abundance. The soft, pink, bitter flesh of the fruit was seldom without a worm because the tree was untreated, and so our teachers had to practically chase us away from the tree-limbs with broomsticks. Especially young children don’t generally mind worms when presented with free and forbidden fruit.

One day, some boys got a bright idea. At the front of the school there was a fence which barricaded the playground from the street. It was a residential street, not especially busy but with its fair share of traffic, and the fence was not tall. Better still, it was a chain-link fence with perfect child-sized footholds. These boys gathered as many apples as they could find from the ground and rushed to the fence. Up they climbed, their pockets stuffed with tart, overripe, spherical bullets. One by one, they began to lob them at cars passing by. They had a grand vision. They saw before them the trenches of the battlefield, chain-link fences simulating barbed wire. They called to anyone who passed by to join them. They urged us to fight the good fight. They begged us to take up arms in the war against the automobile forces from beyond the fence. To hit a car with an apple would secure one’s place in Valhalla, certainly.

But we knew it was wrong to attack those passing by with vegetative weapons. We resisted their call to arms as if our lives depended on it and when the teachers caught them and pulled them from the fences we were sure it did. The brave battalion were captured then and there. They were sent to the office, a horrible, theoretical location we knew only from vague threats. There, they were subjected to the psychological torture of having to phone their parents and explain to them what they had done.

None among us envied their fates. We shuddered to think of them, huddled side by side in a dimly lit corridor while they waited to recieve their verbal lashings. We pictured them grinning half-heartedly at their brothers in arms and swallowing the lumps in their throats when their names were called and they stood to meet the hangman. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t wish, in some small and ridiculous part of my mind hidden far far away from the land the sun touched, that I had been among them after all.

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This will be continued in the book I'm releasing on my kofi next month!

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