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"And stop staring at me with them big ol eyes"

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redraw of old thing

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Long time no see skippynation (I’ve abandoned tumblr partially for twitter my bad)

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I don't want to think about you anymore 🥃

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

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.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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throw yo hands up! 🗣️

for band!au by @eerizon

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I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself

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Little something before I slumber

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Aayla Secura

First of the Redesigns - suggested by @jayofolympus

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boxer!jason x fem!reader

“Oh Christ, seriously? That’s what we’re working with?”

“Jay! Stop! I’m actually trying!”

“Trying to break your hand maybe, sweetheart.”

The gym had become somewhat of a second home in yours and Jason’s relationship. It was his pride and joy, besides yourself, of course. The years worth of championship prize money had done nothing but sit in various bank accounts until Jason had brought the cheap, shitty run down old warehouse - nothing but a vision and the grim determination to give back to the streets that had raised him.

And that he had done. The place had become a sprawling hub tucked away in the corner of Crime Alley. A source of pride for the locals. Between running self-defense classes, training the stray juveniles that had been pushed in his direction, and maintaining his own rigorous regime, the majority of your fiancé’s time was consumed by the four walls that surrounded you. He’d hired a few oddballs to help him run the place, paid them under the table to keep them out of trouble - but it did little the ease the stress that the work often hung on his shoulders.

“Y’need to push through as you’re punching,” Jason’s large frame swallows your own, slotting in behind you to face the punching bag. He reaches out to cradle your fist in his palm, using his other hand to guide your hips in the correct movement, “Can’t just wave your hand about and expect it to hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt people, Jay,” you huff out, blowing a stray piece of hair out of your face. The two of you repeat the motion a few times before he steps back to observe, resting his thumb on his lip with the calculated stare you would expect of a champion.

“Not teaching y’to hurt people,” Jason muses, chuckling at your grimace as he shoots a foot out to knock your stance a little wider, “teaching you to defend yourself.”

You attempt the punch again, a small smile curving on your lips as it hits a little harder than before, “Who’s gonna try and hurt me when I’ve got you?”

“Somebody very fucking stupid,” he pulls your hand (and as a result, you) towards him, pressing chaste kisses to your knuckles one-by-one.

The two of you stay locked in an embrace for a few minutes, the yellowish bulbs above flickering off every so often and leaving the gym washed in nothing other than the pale moonlight. It’s difficult not to admire Jason, his shock of white hair painted to his forehead with sweat, the scars that decorate his nose, cheeks, jaw, casting small shadows dancing over his skin. He’s huge, muscle stacked upon muscle, a web of sinew that moves with all the languid precision of a panther. But he’s so gentle, so attuned to his own strength; when he holds you, it’s with more tenderness than you had thought another human being capable of.

“Yuck, love birds,” Roy’s voice rings out, the jangling of keys rattling in the empty room, “Get a room.”

“This is technically my room, you know?” Jason bites out with a grin, turning to face his friend.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever hotshot. Didn’t realise you were still here. Was about to lock up.”

“We’re comin’ now,” Jason puffs out a soft sigh, groaning when he reaches down to sling his gym bag over his shoulder. His other arm comes to wrap around you, tugging you into his side as you begin your leisurely stroll to the door. Roy offers you a smile and a teasing bow as you pass him.

“Can I tell you a secret, Jay?” You whisper into the hollow of his ear as Roy fiddles with the lock, the nighttime air nipping at your skin.

“Go on.”

“You stink.” You can’t contain your laughter as his face pans to your own, his mouth drawn into a tight line. You know him better though, you know that he’s fighting down a smile.

“Thanks, princess, y’sure know how to charm a guy.”

“Anytime, handsome.”

“God, seriously, have you two heard of inside voices? Like, it’s actually just gross at this point. No respect for others-”

Boxer!Jason you have my heart, my soul, and my whole pussy. Thank you and goodnight. (I did not proofread this but it was burning behind my eyes and I had to release it. I’ll check it for mistakes at some point)

If you liked it, well, like it - a reblog is always appreciated. If you don’t like it, leave me alone.

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(Fairy Tail): The Heartfilia-Dragneel Twins

Back from the void with more fanart lol. I’ve had this specific done for a few months now and finally decided to post it. So, if you’re a Fairy Tail fan then please enjoy lol.

I've come across many fan interpretations of the next-gen children of Fairy Tail characters, including Hiro Mashima's official designs. So, I decided to create my own take on the Heartfilia-Dragneel twins—the twin daughters of Natsu Dragneel and Lucy Heartfilia. Their names are Ende and Sey, with their surname hyphenated from both parents. Ende is the older twin, born two minutes before Sey. They're fraternal, not identical, which I feel fits Lucy and Natsu's dynamic perfectly.

In my canon, the twins are 16 years old and, naturally, members of the Fairy Tail guild like their parents before them. I'm still developing their backstories and finalizing their magic abilities, but both use a unique blend of Lucy's Celestial Spirit Magic and Natsu's Fire Dragon Slayer Magic. This fusion reflects canon, where Lucy inherited her magic from her mother, and the Heartfilia lineage is known for Celestial Mages. I’ve written out their magic systems in full detail, so if anyone's interested, let me know!

From a design perspective, I wanted the twins to visibly reflect traits from both of their parents while maintaining their own individuality. Sey inherited Natsu's bright eyes and facial structure, paired with Lucy’s fair complexion. Her hair is a soft, light pink—spiky like Natsu’s—but catches a blonde hue in direct sunlight, echoing Lucy’s signature color. Ende, on the other hand, has Lucy’s eyes and facial features, along with a more tanned skin tone like Natsu. Her hair is straight and fine like Lucy's, but jet black—a recessive trait inherited from Natsu’s late mother and brother, Zeref Dragneel.

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-Pay back-

By far one of my favorites official arts

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This still stands but now I got a big strong n sexy man🤤🤤

Totally unrelated to my content but it makes me so indescribably enraged that I was not born when Matt Dillon was so I could bag that sexy man😩😩

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hit the 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝔂 button

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So come and get it

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