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at long last, Ruthless Eviscerator returns! i missed my they/he babygirl :3c decided to thin up the tail, make the face shape a bit less cartoony, and give them feet that fit in shoes! idk if ill keep these changes or not tho

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I don't know how long this will last, but the situation here in Gaza is getting worse every day after the war between Iran and Israel. I forgot about Gaza. No one talks about us anymore, and the news doesn't mention us. All that is being discussed is Iran, Israel, and America.It's as if they forgot that the main problem is Gaza.

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I don't know how long this will last, but all I hear is: Iran, Israel, America... as if Gaza doesn't exist, as if the world has forgotten the people suffering there.

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Shy

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at long last, Ruthless Eviscerator returns! i missed my they/he babygirl :3c decided to thin up the tail, make the face shape a bit less cartoony, and give them feet that fit in shoes! idk if ill keep these changes or not tho

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Wish I was a late bronze age girl

I would have my homeland invaded by the sea peoples. I would be lain siege to by the sea peoples. My cities would be sacked by the sea peoples. I would make bronze tools and pottery. My shores would be invaded by the mysterious sea peoples. I would be mustering my armies to fend off the sea peoples.

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What's this? It's Polymita picta, aka painted snail, from Cuba. (Photo credit: Aliesky del Rio Leal)

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"The nonbinary afab who goes by she/her, dresses femininely, and uses a push-up bra when I—" when you what? What's wrong with her?

Is she not nonbinary enough for you? Is the way she experiences her queerness and how she presents not perfect enough for you? Nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny, right? So why is she the exception? Why does she have to hate herself to appeal to your standards? Why is she any less trans—any less worthy of respect—cause it's "not visible"? Queer solidarity my ass. Don't spout this bullshit on Pride, man.

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Doomed siblings enjoyers when the one that dedicated their whole life to trying to live up to their parents is still worse at it than their sibling who spent their whole life rejecting them

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I dedicate this post to my cousin Leah who was gonna FaceTime me and then didn't because she had "corndog bloat" and needed to "sweat it out on the beanbag chair". That sounds really scary, Leah. We're all praying for you.

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bro i,m like two squeaks old

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backache

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it is so wildly annoying and frankly arrogant to assume that if a gender non-conforming cis person doesn't publicly ""officially"" come out on the internet, it means they haven't figured out their own identity yet and you have "figured it out" before them. wild take but maybe they're completely cisgender and know themselves just fine and just don't conform to your rigid standards of what you think gender has to look like

and on the other hand, if they ARE indeed trans, I guarantee you it's because they want to do things on their own time because that's a real person with real feelings who definitely doesn't appreciate a hoard of faceless strangers on the internet smugly telling them that WE know you better than YOU do, actually, come out on OUR terms thanks

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Tok lives in the 36th century so i dont know if our symbols of pride still persist then, but despite that i wanted to dress them all up. Happy birthday gay people we are the coolest <3

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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