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[starofkiwi]

could I request a riddler fic where he just finished doing his riddler business (killing mayors & things lol) and sees the reader getting mugged. normally he’s not the type to help but the riddler suit gives him more confidence so saves her and feelings developp

detour

warnings: cursing, mugging, violence, guns, mentions of death, blood (not a lot just… as much as fighting would give you i guess)

edward didn’t usually just go out and about walking in his riddler suit, or, even at all. being the introvert he was, people and interactions really weren’t his thing. especially after just killing someone in your fancy(?) green getup, the public eye is not something you’d want to be exposed to. edward usually just opted for whatever unnecessarily difficult exit through a window or fire escape or something unusual that there was to avoid attention. slip out, be inconspicuous, and do not let anybody see you.

tonight, however, was different.

edward hurriedly walked through the dark, strayed alleyway, all in efforts to stay hidden and get back to his apartment quickly. it had just stopped raining a half an hour earlier and edward’s boots splashed through puddles as he shivered slightly underneath his suit; he hadn’t thought to wear anything to keep him warm underneath despite the fact he usually got quite hot in there.

keeping his head lowered, he saw the streetlights reflecting in the puddles as he continued his quick stride. edward was tired and cold, giving him just slightly more motivation to get home sooner. the alleyway he walked through paralleled with downtown gotham, usually only a few dropheads or sleeping homeless people coming into contact with edward. tonight, the alleyway was empty. as he made his way closer to his apartment and a more open sector of the city, he heard a voice yell. edward stopped dead in his tracks, his quick heartbeat halting momentarily. who was there? did somebody see him? was someone getting killed?

edward quickly jumped behind a dumpster, his muffled breathing loud in his ears. he searched around the dimly lit area just ahead of him until he found you being held at gunpoint against a wall by a man.

edward blinked and exhaled. just someone getting mugged; happens all the time in gotham. edward adjusted his large leather coat and regained composure before continuing to move along.

“what’ve you got hiding? drops? cash?” the man’s voice barked closely at you. the barrel of his gun was pressed firmly against the bottom of your chin, your hands were up as you tried to peer down at him from the position your head was in, and you were being pinned firmly against the damp brick wall. you grit your teeth and exhaled; you had simply gone out to buy painkiller at the drugstore, carrying just enough money to do so, and of course you got stopped on the way home. your plastic bag and painkillers were on the wet concrete now, and this bozo was refusing to let you go.

“i told you, i’ve got like a dollar and thirty cents in the pocket of my raincoat and that’s it pal. take it, go ahead,” you repeated flatly as the man growled.

edward had stopped when he heard your voice, not far beyond you at this point he turned around to once again look at the scene. something in him decided he could wait a minute, see how this played out.

the man stomped on your foot angrily and you whined in pain as the gun felt like it was going to break your skin if he pushed it any higher. “that’s not good enough!!” he screamed in your face as you began to cry. this was it, you thought. just another poster girl warning people never to go out in gotham alone. your life taken by some crazy mugger in the streets. you cried and cried as you wondered just how much longer you had before he’d pull the trigger and run, leaving your body in this godforsaken alley for god knows how long before maybe the GCPD found you.

edward frowned as he watched you cry. you were quite pretty and seemed very innocent, just another poor girl being mugged for no good reason in gotham. eddie’s brain was conflicted with thoughts of moving on or intervening as he watched the man growl things out to you as you shook your head and begged him to let you go. was he the hero type? i mean, not exactly. was his motive, however, for a better gotham city? yes.

“fuck,” edward muttered defeatedly before tugging on his mask and striding towards you, boots splashing harshly in puddles. as he quickly approached you, your teary eyes squeezed shut as you were held at gunpoint, he yelled at the man and both of you gasped. “get the hell away from her, you piece of shit,” he growled as he kicked the man in the stomach. you held yourself firmly against the wall and watched with wide eyes and an open jaw as this leather-donned guardian angel came to your rescue. as they fought the mugger fell to the ground, and edward kicked the gun away just before kneeling over the man and punching him relentlessly.

overwhelming tears continued to flow down your cheeks as you watched edward’s punching slow and the mugger taking deep breaths. was this real? what the hell was happening? who was this? where did he come from?

edward grabbed the bloodied and bruised man by the collar of his shirt before muttering “try this shit again and see what happens.” the man nodded as eddie let him go, the mugger quickly picking himself up and running away as fast as he could, forgetting his gun. edward looked up to meet your shocked gaze, your chest raising up and down rather fast as tears still flowed down your cheeks.

“are you alright?” edward asked. your eyes darted from side to side and you gripped the brick wall as you let out a sob, edward’s question not registering. “oh my god,” you choked, emotions rushing over you as fast as the batmobile. edward quickly stood himself up and reached out hesitantly, unsure of what to do. “oh my god… oh my g-god-“ not only were you recovering from what traumatic events had just taken place, the presence of this vigilante was somewhat offsetting and you were unsure if he beat off the other guy just to take you for himself or if he actually meant well.

“hey,” edward whispered, stepping closer to you so his hands were just an inch away from holding your shoulders. you looked into his eyes, and edward froze as he scanned your expression. a momentary panic flooded him as he wondered if you knew who he was, but it died down as he realized how intimidating he probably looked. “o-oh,” he chuckled awkwardly as he ripped off his mask (and the cling wrap before you could process that was on his face too) and put his glasses back on his face, the cool air engulfing his sweaty head. “s-sorry about that…”

your bottom lip trembled as you shook your head slightly, feeling more relieved now that you could see his face. you tried to take a deep breath and edward watched you nervously, rocking back on his heels. he gave you a moment to regain a stable breathing pattern and something in his heart exploded when you looked so gratefully into his green eyes.

“thank you, th-thank you so much,” you whispered. edward blinked and ran a hand through his tousled locks, now nervous for a different reason.

“not a problem,” he replied humbly, trying to give you a small smile. you looked into his eyes for a moment before biting your lip and throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. edward’s breath hitched as he momentarily wobbled off balance from the sudden force of your body against his. his eyes were wide and his arms were awkwardly out to the side, unsure if he was capable of hugging you back.

“i was so scared,” you exhaled as you held him tightly. edward’s stomach did somersaults as his brain swirled around the person who was currently hugging him. he felt a little dizzy, definitely less confident than he did minutes ago. he watched as you pulled your face from his chest to look up at him. you let go of him and backed up, wiping your eyes and lightly laughing and edward longed to feel your touch again.

“sorry, that was abrupt,” you admitted. edward shook his head and smiled weakly.

“no no, it’s okay,” he reassured. another moment of eye contact made eddie’s heart absolute swell and feel as though it was going to burst. you. you you you.

“i don’t know how i can ever thank you, i really thought i was done for,” you said. edward fiddled with his glasses and shrugged.

“it was really no problem, i’m glad i was here to help you,” he smiled. you smiled back and held your hands to your chest, absolute gratitude just pouring from your soul for this stranger.

“what’s your name?” you asked. edward paused before clearing his throat.

“e-edward,” he replied hesitantly. you grinned. “i’m (y/n).”

“it’s nice to meet you, (y/n),” edward replied politely. you reached down to pick up your wet painkillers and you sighed.

“all this for some painkillers,” you joked. edward laughed lightly as you shifted your weight to the side you intended to leave towards. edward felt like he could stare at your eyes all day. the innocent way you looked at him after he just saved your life, how angelic you looked after just hugging him, your smile, your pretty little misty eyes.

“thank you so much again, edward,” you repeated genuinely. eddie nodded and suddenly felt exposed in his riddler costume.

“i-i gotta go… do you think i can see you around soon?” edward asked hurriedly. you blinked before nodding.

“uh, yes! yes, please! how can i contact you?”

edward began to walk away and put his mask back on as he spoke. “don’t worry, i’m sure we’ll see each other soon, okay?” he reassured. your brain was swirling as he held a hand out towards you before running off, leaving you alone once again in the back alley. your brain was swirling. this had to have been a fever dream, there’s no possible way it was real. you stood and regained a slight sense of consciousness before resuming your walk back home, a little quicker than before.

as edward ran away, the only thing he could think about was you. how lucky he was that he found you. how blessed he was to have been able to meet you and see your face, hear your voice, even watch you cry. he saved you. his heart beat rapidly in his chest as he slowed down, his breath hot and heavy in his mask. he felt a little stupid for falling in love with a girl he had just saved, but he was convinced he was in love with you. this was meant to be. you were made for him. this was good karma of some sort. he cringed as he wondered what would have happened to you if he would’ve just moved on, and it made his blood boil.

he had your name and knew your face. you asked how you two would be able to get in contact again. edward chuckled and thought about you lovingly. oh darling, he thought. he’d find you very soon.

i have no words besides the fact that i’m nervous and i hope y’all liked it :’)

[starofkiwi]

for gotham, for august

i couldn’t wait any longer. sorry. i have to bring this child to tumblr dot com’s attention. sorry.

warnings: sadness, slight angst

the prison was cold, dark, and dirty. you were insanely uncomfortable leading your child through it to see edward, but it was the only way. as you made it to his cell you hoisted your five year old on your hip as you let out a shaky exhale, the metal barricade behind the glass slowly lifting. you saw the white and orange striped jumpsuit, a speaker, a chain, the “arkham state hospital” logo, and finally the face of your edward. his sad green puppy dog eyes met yours once the whirring of the machinery stopped and tears brimmed your eyes once more. your son wrapped his arms around your neck as he stared at his father in the cell.

silence.

you and edward simply stared longingly at each other, not a word between you. what was anybody supposed to say? you knew edward planned to escape soon, but despite you and your boyfriend sharing information between each other, it was always a priority to keep august in the dark as to prevent him from being a target. despite that, it was hard mothering a five year old by yourself. it was hard to see your child’s heart be broken because his daddy wasn’t home to kiss him goodnight. it was hard being the family of a vigilante.

edward’s eyes slowly left yours and tried to meet your son’s as he offered him a sad smile. you looked down to august, whose green eyes were misty and pink lips pouted. you nuzzled against his soft brown hair for a moment before taking a step closer to the glass.

“hi auggie,” your boyfriend breathed softly, his voice sounding a bit fuzzy coming from the speaker. edward was hesitant, unsure of how to go about while his own flesh and blood saw him in such a restricting place. a place for criminals. august sniffled and you frowned, trying not to cry in front of your son and boyfriend.

“say hi to daddy,” you urged august gently. the five year old waved his little hand before resting his head on your shoulder, a tear rolling down his chubby cheek and onto your shirt. you looked at edward once more and you could see his broken heart in his green eyes. he exhaled, mouthing an “i’m sorry” to you as he stood up and held up his chained hands to touch the glass. this was hurting him just as much as it was hurting you, it was plain to see. “we miss you,” you cleared your throat, trying to resume conversation that your child could contribute to.

“i miss you both, so much,” eddie practically whimpered. “august i’m so sorry i haven’t been home, i-i’m so sorry i haven’t been able to read to you,” edward apologized sincerely. august lifted his head and reached his hand towards the glass, trying to place his where his father’s was on the other side. eddie watched with that kicked puppy look as august nodded.

“it’s okay, daddy,” he sniffled. you gave your son a squeeze and kissed his salty cheek as another tear rolled down. edward sighed audibly in relief to hear his son forgive him, and he was pressing himself up against the glass as firmly as he could.

“i love you, you know that right? daddy loves you and mommy so much, and i promise i’ll get out of here soon, and i promise-“

“when is soon?” august interrupted. edward’s mouth was still opened as he paused, and he worriedly glanced to you and your eyes widened as your brows furrowed, don’t look at me for that answer.

your boyfriend licked his lips as he inhaled, still internally searching for an appropriate way to answer his five year old son. he adjusted his glasses before parting his lips to speak.

“i-i’m not entirely sure, buddy…” was all edward could hesitantly offer. more tears instantly began flowing down august’s cheeks and you let out a small “oh,” holding your son tighter and pressing kisses to his head and face. “i’m really t-trying, i swear i am,” edward added desperately. august buried his face in your neck and began to cry louder and edward’s heart sank. your eyes were salty as well as you kept helpless eye contact with eddie.

“he’s not the same when you’re not home, eddie,” you whispered desperately as auggie sobbed. eddie bit his lip, fidgeting with his own hands as guilt washed over him. “please come home, please get out,” you begged. edward stuttered, beginning to pace.

“my love you know i have to do this, i’m trying to make a better gotham for you a-and august,” edward replied. you shook your head, placing your cheek against your son’s soft hair as he continued to whimper and cry.

“august needs his dad, edward. i need you as the love of my life.” you placed a hand over your son’s ear. “you’re not the batman, edward,” your voice trembled as you stated flatly. your boyfriend stopped dead in his tracks and blinked, obviously hurt by the comment you had just made. your eyes were narrowed and your lips were pursed into a frown. behind the facade of your expression, your heart was aching. “i know you want gotham to be better but you are killing people. how are you going to explain that to august when he’s older, hm?” you persisted as hot tears brimmed your eyelids. it was heartbreaking to tell your son where his father was prior to showing up. august knew prison was for bad people. “but, daddy’s nice,” he had whimpered when you explained the situation. your patience with edward was running thin, whether he had a point or not.

“why are you saying this?” eddie asked softly. “why are you making me feel like this? don’t you love me-“

“that’s why i’m saying all this, edward! it’s because i love you and i want better than this, august and i deserve better than this,” you stated harshly. you could tell eddie was on the edge. his chest was heaving up and down and he was slowly shaking his head from side to side. rarely did you and edward ever fight, and in this situation at hand with your child present, it was becoming difficult for the two of you to keep your cool.

“if you want a better city, babe, then let’s just leave. we can leave! you can leave behind everything that’s happened to you, no more batman, no more orphanage… start a new life!” you pleaded. edward listened silently, even when upset he was good at listening to everything you said. “we can leave, eddie,” you whispered, sadness lacing your voice once more.

“not at this point, no. i can’t. the plan is nearly in full operation and i have people to avenge,” edward replied. you were nearly shaking from anger.

“SCREW THE CITY!” you yelled, your voice echoing in the room. august’s crying had died down aside from a few whimpers here and there. you opened your mouth in embarrassment, quickly looking down to the little boy in your arms and then back to edward. you pressed august firmer into your shoulder and kept his outside ear covered with your hand before continuing your argument with edward.

“he saw you on the news the other night,” you told your boyfriend lowly. edward’s jaw dropped and his hands flew up to grab at his face harshly.

“(y/n), no! what the hell were you doing?!” edward practically screamed, forgetting all about august. “what were you thinking? what-“

“i didn’t mean for it to happen!” you roared back. august was still limp in your arms, and you lowered your voice. “i had put him to sleep and i was watching it in the living room. he woke up, came out, and saw it. i don’t know what you want me to do.”

edward’s blood was boiling. not only would that raise questions for august and possibly put him in the danger the two of you didn’t want, but edward wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he was the source of his child’s nightmares. there was moment of heavy breathing and glaring on both sides of the glass before edward spoke up.

“what did he say?” eddie breathed quietly. you sighed, looking up to the ceiling as an unwanted tear escaped.

“he asked who was the man on the tv…” you trailed off, trying your best to put a singular period at the end of your sentence. edward chuckled dryly.

“(y/n), you’re not telling me everything.”

you shook your head as your eyes lowered to meet edward’s green ones. he looked at you knowingly, knowing exactly what you weren’t telling him. the words were balled up in your throat and your heart was beating rapidly. however, you knew edward wasn’t going to stop until you told him everything.

“h-he said that you were scary,” you choked out. no change in edward’s demeanor or expression. he knew that was going to happen. he simply nodded and looked down at his feet, rocking back on his heels as the chains clanged against each other.

“okay,” edward whispered in response. more tears rolled down your cheeks as edward lifted his head. you took your hand off of august’s ear and kissed the side of his head.

“auggie, we have to go, baby,” you explained gently as you wiped a tear off your cheek. your boyfriend blinked and sighed in defeat. the five year old lifted his head and you rain your hands through his brown locks, just like eddie’s. “say goodbye to daddy.”

august sniffled and waved his small hand.

“b-bye daddy,” he blubbered, bottom lip trembling. edward shot back up again and pressed against the glass.

“goodbye august, my sweet boy. i’m going to come home soon, okay? i-i-i love you so incredibly much, i love you, okay?” your boyfriend rambled. edward wanted his son back. he wanted to be back with his son. to do that, however, he needed to sort out his priorities. after finishing with august, edward’s eyes slowly met yours.

“goodbye my love,” he whispered. “i love you… a-and i hear you, okay?”

you simply breathed, edward trying to reach your heart with his desperate gaze.

“we’ll see you later,” you mumbled before pivoting around and walking away. edward choked, watching the two people he held most dear to his heart walk away and go home. home. where it was warm and loving. eddie began to cry, a few whimpers soon turning into huge, pathetic sobs. you were right, he knew you were right. how was he to change what was about to happen? how was he supposed to get out, again? how did all of this happen to begin with?

regret and sadness filled his heart and he was breathing so heavily he thought he was going to explode. here he was, breaking down in the middle of his arkham cell after his girlfriend and son just left. what was he going to do?

“hey.”

edward looked up from his pathetic ball on the floor and looked around the best he could, fog and tears prohibiting his vision through his glasses.

“cute family you’ve got there,” the sly voice said again. edward scrambled himself up and sniffled, wiping his tears on his jumpsuit.

“wh-who are you?” he asked. the voice laughed and edward continued to try and compose himself.

“a friend. call me a friend.”

augustaugustaugustaugust he’s my absolute baby angel child and he can be requested in any riddler fic from here on out :)

[starofkiwi]

US SUICIDE PREVENTION HOTLINE IS CHANGING ITS NUMBER

Taking effect July 2022, the US Suicide Prevention Hotline will change from 800-273-8255 to the three digit code of 988. Especially with families and communities reeling from back to back tragedies, it is super important to share this information!

Repeat: Starting July 2022, the US Suicide Prevention Hotline will be 988

[starofkiwi]

Not long after, they heard the whinge of engines; soon, two SUVs arrived. Out jumped not local police, but a horde: 15 men armed with bats and axes. The documentary crew broke for Bosutar’s car but couldn’t get the locks in time. The attackers pried the doors open, snapped the key, slashed the tires, and smashed the camera equipment. They beat Mocanu, trapped between the car and the mountainside, unconscious. They clubbed Dragolea in the face. The director dove down the nearby ravine, where he hid under the roots of a fallen tree and called the police, begging them to come with their sirens on. “I said, ‘They’re killing the journalists in the forest, and they are tracking me down,’” he recounted. “I knew cases where people had died in the forest, I saw axes around me. If someone didn’t call, we were going to die for sure.”

[starofkiwi]

Did you know that in Hawai’i, the death toll is so high, it takes 3-4 months to schedule a cremation?

Did you know there are freezers behind hospitals and mortuaries, holding peoples dead ‘ohana?

Did you know that Covid-19 disproportionately effects Hawai’i’s nonwhite residents?

Did you know there are only around 298,000 Native Hawaiians left on Hawai’i? Only around 5,000 of those are 100% Kānaka Maoli.

Did you know there are only an estimated amount of 560,000 Native Hawaiians left in the world?

It is estimated that 1 in 17 Native Hawaiians died after our first exposure to European diseases. The population dropped around 70% in the decade after first contact.

We have struggled to survive, we have fought for cultural revival.

And here we are again.

My people are dwindling and dying, and since the mandates are expiring, now there is nothing stopping the greed of tourists from finishing my people off with disease.

Restore Hawai’i to Hawaiians and don’t fucking vacation in a pandemic

[starofkiwi]

Itch.io has announced a huge bundle of games that will benefit the people of Ukraine by funding humanitarian efforts. Millions of Ukrainians have had to flee their homes and many of them are in need of food, water, and medical care.

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Click link in the source or visit itch.io for more information on this bundle

Please share this post and consider donating if you are able

[starofkiwi]

I have to laugh (or I’ll cry) when abled people are like “Wait, disability benefits are that low???? How does the government expect people to survive?” They don’t. They don’t expect us to survive. They want us to die. I am incredibly lucky and privileged enough that I can live with my parents without working. But if I couldn’t, I’d die. I cannot work full time and the application process for the pitiful amount of disability that I could get is incredibly difficult and humiliating. Abled people, if you want to be allies, please don’t chase after the whole “differently abled” or “abled in other ways” bullshit. We are disabled and the government wants us to die for it. Please focus your energy and activism there.

[starofkiwi]

I think what’s important to remember about fatphobia is that it’s most damning consequences (the brutal abuse and death of fat people) serve to reinforce its structuring logics (that fat people are always and already dying / evidence of societal&personal decline).

the work of undoing fatphobia thus is both pointing out the hypocrisy of a medical industry that has the audacity to call fat people an “epidemic” while actively hastening their deaths, AND about understanding the broader discourses of blame and unworthiness that allow institutions to commit murder while swearing that victims did it to themselves.

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tumblr tuesday: today, we celebrate every woman...

…whatever powers she may possess (@fionacreates):

…who feels things just as she should (@papaartistakabettyrose):

…whether she be the rescuer or the rescued (@vetyr):

…whatever journey she may be on (@jeniferprince):

…however many underestimate her (@refrigerator-art​):

…however she comes to be herself (@thetranspositivitycafe​):

…with or without a cape (@asknicorobean​):

…whether she be a goddess of the waning moon (@painted-maypole​):

…or a goddess of the waning year (@samticore​):

…who cares for her family, whatever shape that takes (@druidart​):

…who dreams (@strijkdesign​):

Have a good, safe International Women’s Day. You deserve it all.

An earlier version of this post included an additional illustration. After we were informed the art was misgendered, we removed it. We sincerely apologize to the artist and entire community for our error. Thank you for calling this to our attention.

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we need to stop taking these trips to mt everest

fuck you *dies and doesn’t rot*

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I'm sorry but we have to ask for more help

It's been hell for my wives trying to find work and disability is still pulling me around. We have nothing left to work with. We need money for rent. Please help 3 neurodivergent transfems stay housed.

I can offer low poly 3d commissions for $50 a piece (check the latest post on @wizpolys for an example) or small silly drawings for $10 a piece

Beyond that any donations we would appreciate forever. Thank you!

Cash app: $cmder

Venmo: deepseaprincess

PayPal: https://PayPal.me/deepseabun

$197/$1200 raised

Adding some Ricky pictures for visibility

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12 million girls are married before the age of 18 every year.

Girls Not Brides seeks to prevent child marriage, encourage discussion about the harm of child marriage, raise awareness of the issue, and promote equality between girls and boys so that girls may live happy, healthy lives and reach their full potential. 

Here’s how to help: 

Donate to one of the many organizations working with Girls Not Brides  

Live in Massachusetts? Contact your representatives to ask them to pass a law changing the minimum age to marry to 18

Dedicate your wedding

Can’t help right now? That’s okay! Share this post to get the word out

Every day for the month of March, we will be highlighting a different woman and/or girl focused organization to support. Reach out with suggestions.

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March is Women’s History Month, so we’ll be sharing our history artwork through March! Here’s our most popular women’s history prints!

[starofkiwi]

I'm sorry but we have to ask for more help

It's been hell for my wives trying to find work and disability is still pulling me around. We have nothing left to work with. We need money for rent. Please help 3 neurodivergent transfems stay housed.

I can offer low poly 3d commissions for $50 a piece (check the latest post on @wizpolys for an example) or small silly drawings for $10 a piece

Beyond that any donations we would appreciate forever. Thank you!

Cash app: $cmder

Venmo: deepseaprincess

PayPal: https://PayPal.me/deepseabun

$197/$1200 raised

Adding some Ricky pictures for visibility

[starofkiwi]

Ways to support Ukraine 🇺🇦

More than 500,000 people have already left Ukraine due to the invasion by the Russian Federation. The European Commissioner for Humanitarian Aid and Crisis Management estimates that roughly 18 million Ukrainians will be affected by the conflict in humanitarian terms, with 7 million internally displaced and 4 million seeking refuge elsewhere. To help those still in Ukraine, as well as Ukrainian refugees, we’ve compiled this list of resources.

HelpUkraineWin.org has a collection of vetted and trusted resources, charities, and organizations to help Ukraine.

Some additional ways to donate:

Vostok SOS provides immediate evacuation support.

Malteser International provides essentials for Ukrainian refugees.

Ukraine Crisis Media Center provides fundraising links and a list of tips for sharing information.

Misinformation spreads fast on social media. It is more important than ever to share accurate, verifiable news and information. Here are some resources to learn how to identify misinformation:

This video from the nonprofit WITNESS shares tips for identifying authentic sources (available in English, Spanish, Ukranian, Russian, and Arabic).

These visual verification tips, also from WITNESS, provide information on verifying images and videos (available in English and Spanish).

This interview with NPR contains tips for identifying fake TikToks.

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rb pls

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