s4nnyside
s4nnyside
oh…corvette?
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she/her - adulti yap. and draw sometimes.
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s4nnyside · 7 hours ago
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skin coloring test
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s4nnyside · 10 hours ago
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Lightning McCat in a box
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s4nnyside · 10 hours ago
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LOOK AT ME, IT'S -10 DEGREES AND I'M HERE HARVESTING ASIATIC CLAMS
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s4nnyside · 20 hours ago
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From : https://x.com/Gerashchenko_en/status/1783417093079081428 on Twitter
"Marina Khankhalaeva, representative of Buryatia Independence Committee. She spoke at United Nations Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues."
On the exploitation of Russian indigenous groups
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s4nnyside · 20 hours ago
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It is Armenian Genocide Remembrance Day
And I have some big feelings, as a part of the diaspora. Remembrance Day is an inappropriate title for a time in which Armenians still face genocidal forces. Just last year, Azerbaijan, armed by Turkey, ethnically cleansed over 280,000 Armenians from Artsakh. The illegal colonizer state of Israel, currently in the midst of their 6+ month-long genocide against the Palestinians, has placed the Armenians who call Jerusalem home under threat and siege.
The Armenian struggle and the Palestinian struggle are deeply linked.
In his rise to power, Hitler is quoted to justify his actions against the Jewish, Roma, Queer, Disabled, and other victims of the Holocaust, to say "Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians?"
Echoing these chilling words, Palestinian poet Najwan Darwish wrote:
Who Remembers the Armenians? I remember them and I ride the nightmare bus with them each night and my coffee, this morning I'm drinking it with them You, murderer - Who remembers you?
The trauma sustained during a genocide is not limited to the people experiencing it right now. The echoes of that trauma leak forward into the next generations, passed down through survival, and that is so insidious. My grandmother got to live, but did so believing that her parents did not love her, because the trauma they endured prevented them from expressing it. Abuse and unhealthy attachment were passed down because that starving hunger for love and acceptance was passed down. It is so deeply cruel and unfair that our oppressors get to reach through time and hurt our children's children.
We need to band together and stop the present-day abusers, the genocidal monsters that oppress the people of Palestine, Armenia, Congo, and so many others.
We need to uplift art made by those who survived, and by those who are surviving. Art is always targeted by the oppressor to erase cultural identity, to destroy legacy, and to break spirits. Support Palestinian and Armenian poets, and artists, and writers.
If you are one of the many who never learned about the Armenian Genocide, learn today. Ask yourself why people worked so hard not to educate you on this piece of history.
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s4nnyside · 21 hours ago
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………..i have an idea
ok its time i draw my version of sally its been an itch since day 1
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s4nnyside · 22 hours ago
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ok its time i draw my version of sally its been an itch since day 1
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s4nnyside · 22 hours ago
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so i found this in a closet not too long ago. its staying here with me for all of time now im so serious
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s4nnyside · 22 hours ago
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his horrible giant pink BURGER
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s4nnyside · 22 hours ago
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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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s4nnyside · 1 day ago
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s4nnyside · 2 days ago
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🕊️ Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future
Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.
Then the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.
We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.
But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
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Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.
We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.
🧡 How You Can Help
This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.
If you can spare anything, it will help us:
Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal
Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none
My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.
🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me
I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.
They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you. If you can give — thank you. And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget
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s4nnyside · 2 days ago
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THE BUNNATHON STARTS TOMORROW!!!!!
The first day will be a fairly relaxed day. We'll start with a playthrough of either UNDERTALE or DELTARUNE, play through a full tour of Team Fortress 2 MvM, and then to close out, we'll play some skribbl.io. Hope to see you there!
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s4nnyside · 2 days ago
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i rarely draw lightning helppp
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s4nnyside · 2 days ago
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Kachow kachow
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s4nnyside · 2 days ago
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Deltarune sketch dump💃 I dont know if you can tell but I like susie and ralsei
I keep forgetting Ralsei's horns + there's some Ralsei/Asriel comparisons
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s4nnyside · 2 days ago
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“city person who lived in one all their life but eventually long for the countryside/small towns and its riches and struggles alike” pipeline
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