#Organisation Tutorial

[the-final-high-noon-rings]

they've got a qpr-type deal. to me

[girl-with-goats]

Fest help: using Airtable

A few people in the Fest Hub server on Discord asked me to prepare a tutorial on preparing a form and a prompt gallery for fests, so here's a short but comprehensive tutorial.

First, create an account on Airtable.com—I recommend using a fest or fandom email for that. Using the app the way in the capacity of the fest is free; you don't need to buy any additional plans.

(And it's not an Airtable ad either 😂 just some help for fest mods!)

CREATING A BASE

Click on the blue “Create” button placed at the left bottom of the page.

Click on “Create from scratch”—and now we’ve got a neat base in a grid view. Grid view is quite good for monitoring the participants list, but for prompts I recommend creating a gallery. Click on “Gallery” to create one. You can give it a specific name or just go with the standard name, it doesn’t change much for the view or form.

Now that we have a prompt gallery, we can modify the fields in each card. Click on the first card; it will open a full view of its body. To edit each field, you have to point towards the field’s name until a small arrow appears on the right. It will display a menu of actions. Click on “edit the field” to change the type of field, name and description. You can repeat it for every field in the card, adding and deleting records.

What fields you should consider when creating a gallery view for a fest?

Prompt status (claimed for fic/art, unclaimed)

Prompter (AO3, tumblr)

Prompt (long-text type of field recommended for this one)

Maximum rating

Pairing

Squicks/triggers

To obtain the link to the prompt gallery you want to share, click on the “Share view” button, then create a link. You can now copy and paste it. You can copy the link later from the very same place.

Now that our prompt gallery is ready...

We can CREATE A FORM.

Click on “Form” at the end of the column. It will redirect you to a form you can modify any way you wish.

To edit a field, click on it. It will make an editing bar appear on the right, allowing you to modify the name and description of the field. 

To add a field, scroll to the place you want the new field to be added until you see a ‘+’ appear. Click on it, then on “Create a field”. Now fill out all the necessary data—the field name, its type, and description.

The neat “preview” option you can turn on any moment allows you to preview how the form looks like to the person filling it out.

Once you’re satisfied with the form, click on “publish”. The next window will allow you to copy the form link.

If you want to edit the form, you can enter it using the very same link everyone else is using. Then at the top of the page you’ll see the option to edit. You need to be logged into Airtable to do it.

And now all the records will appear in the prompt gallery once someone submits a form! 

You can also create a form for prompts claiming, but I recommend creating a separate base for it for two reasons: you will have to modify the prompt cards to hide the records included in the form (such as claimants email and name) and you’ll need to change the prompt status manually anyway.

Let me know if you have additional questions 🫶

[fandomfrenzy97]

After a brief declutter, I discovered a hidden gem I didn’t even know I had, in the form of Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days, especially after considering purchasing a copy from Vinted. Naturally I had to complete the first mission with Axel, followed by the “icing on the cake”…goes to show that sometimes, you really CAN surprise yourself. Got it memorised? 😉😄

[frightenedfemme]

met a butch(!!!) in my lecture today and they complimented me for wearing a mask (we were the only ppl in the entire room masking)!!! and everything they were saying was so intellectual and smart and i just nodded along bc my brain was too fried to think for myself

[stil-lindigo]

I am so sorry to bother you with this stupid question, but Bisan has asked for a complete stop in economic activity. Can I still donate to help Palestinians or is it better to avoid any transactions for the week ? Thank you so much for what you're doing

hello anon. don't apologise, you're a breath of fresh air after the recent visitors in my inbox. I think a slightly more accurate description of Bisan’s ask is to stop or minimise all economic activity not in direct support of Palestine. Now more than ever, I would encourage people to donate to escape funds for Palestinians, to direct aid organisations like CareforGaza and the PCRF, and to buy e-sims as they’re running low.

Below I’ve compiled a list of resources below but this is definitely just a small sample size of what you can do to help during this strike. This post here is an extremely comprehensive resource that I’d recommend you have a look at.

credible organisations that are doing work on the ground in Palestine:

Care for Gaza:non-profit charity that distributes money, food and other resources directly to families in Gaza.They maintain a regular presence on Twitter and Instagram. You can donate to them via Paypal here.

PCRF / Palestine Children's Relief Fund: non-profit organisation that distributes essential food and resources to families in Gaza. Most recently, they delivered 30 tons of vital medicine, and 82,000 pounds of flour.

Medical Aid For Palestinians: deploys medical teams to treat Palestinians suffering under Israel's malicious bombardments.

Donate e-sims to Palestine: massive post with tutorials and relevant links, with discount codes included in the post and in the replies.

help people leave palestine (donate what you can)

Help a Family Evacuate Gaza (GoGetFunding)

Save Sanaa and her Family (Gofundme)

Save Amjad Saher and his family (Gofundme)

Help a family of 13 escape Gaza (Gofundme)

Help a Palestinian children's book illustrator save her family of 12 (Gofundme)

[celticwoman]

moochies do you have any gdocs alternatives? lmk

[marticoresims]

USEFUL SOFTWARE FOR THE SIMS 2

This is a list of programs that will make your life easier if you're an avid Sims 2 player. Click on program titles to get download links.

SimPE The most known software for The Sims 2 that lets you edit package files. You can do basic stuff like rename a Sim, change family name, edit Sims' genetics as well as edit/create mods. Don't use if you have no idea what you're doing, watch a tutorial first or back up your neighborhood beforehand in case you mess something up! The newest version also has a terrain editor.

Sims2Pack Clean Installer The best program for installing downloaded lots and Sims. Those don't just go into Downloads, you need to install them!

Hood Checker This program checks neighborhood references and can clean out ones that are broken. Also useful for bringing back lost graves (it's still good to have NoUnlinkOnDelete).

HCDU Plus The Hack Conflict Detector Utility lets you scan your Downloads folder to check if you have any mods that edit the same aspect of the game, so can potentially be in conflict. Also useful to navigate which mods load first (load order is important for some mods to work).

What Caused This When you have 'testingcheats' on, the game gives you error messages if there's something going on. Not all of them mean there's a serious problem, but What Caused This can help you navigate what the source is. Upload the log file (Documents/EA/TS2/Logs) in the program, give it your Downloads folder and it will scan it to look for the culprit. Might give you straighforward information on which mod conflict caused the issue or that you lack Smarter EP Check for a mod that requires it.

The Compressorizer You can compress your Downloads to take up less space.

Delphy's Download Organiser You can filter your files to a certain category, scan for orphans (files that don't fully work if other files are missing, such as meshes), duplicates, and clean up your Downloads folder in an easier way than trying to track it inside the folder manually.

Outfit Organiser You downloaded CC clothes that the creator marked as outerwear but you think they don't fit in that category? With this program you can quickly change that! It's also doable in SimPE, but Outfit Organiser is a lot easier to use.

CPack Editor If you want to make plastic surgery genetic, there's no need to do it manually in SimPE, especially if it's more than one Sim. In CPack Editor, you just choose your neighborhood's folder, run the program, and it changes ALL surgery faces in that neighborhood to genetic!

Lot Adjuster This program lets you edit already existing lots. If you want a smaller or bigger lot than possible in-game, you can do it here! Also great for creating pavilions or row houses that are all separate lots, as you can get rid of the 2-tile border separating buildings by making the lots smaller and copying them.

[14dayswithyou]

How cutiesai made 14 Days With You

I've received quite a few requests in the past asking how I made 14DWY, what resources I used, how I organised my lore, etc. — so I figured I'd make one big post and share it with everyone else as well! It features a buuunch of helpful stuff I wish I'd known when I first made 14DWY, so hopefully this will help others too!

⚠ This is all copied & pasted from a Discord post I made back in early 2024! I'll also be adding to it over time, so feel free to check back every so often! ^^

What engine do I use?

14DWY uses the Ren'Py engine!

There are two preinstalled games (called "Tutorial" and "The Question") that give you a basic rundown on how to use the program!!

Zeil Learning's video called "Ren'py Tutorial For Beginners" is also a good place to start for those who have no idea where to begin with Ren'Py!

I also really recommend these Ren'Py resources:

Lemma Soft Forums

Ren'Py Discord server

Ren'Py subreddit

Zeil Learnings, ElaineDoesCoding, Visual Novel Design, and Ess Ren'Py Tutorials on YouTube

Searching through the "Ren'Py" tag on itch.io for community-made assets and resources (make sure to give credit if you use someone's asset(s))!

Feniks and Wattson offer some really helpful stuff!!

Not Ren'Py related, but helpful for creating a VN:

Obsidian and Notion for planning and worldbuilding

Visual Studio Code and Atom (comes preinstalled with Ren'Py iirc?) for scripting/coding

Pixabay and Pexels for royalty-free images and stock photos

DOVA-SYNDROME for music

Clip Studio Paint (paid) and Krita (free) for drawing

Toyhou.se to store your littol guys (If you need an invite code, I have over 300 to give away lmao ^^ Send in an ask to @cutiesigh if you'd like one!)

An itch.io account to upload your game for free and share it with others

General tips to keep in mind:

Make games for fun, not for fame. Too often, I see new developers create VNs with "trending tropes" because they see how successful it is and want the same level of popularity. As harsh as it sounds, this only makes your game feel hollow and superficial, and players will notice.

When using Ren'Py, it's better to have multiple .rpy files rather than putting everything into one large file!! It makes organising and finding things easier, and if something gets corrupted... at least you won't lose everything!

Plan everything beforehand, but give yourself room to expand and implement new ideas.

Start small and slowly expand over time. Don't start off with an overly ambitious project, as it can be disheartening when you put all this effort into something just for it not to gain any traction. Also, be grateful for your earliest supporters, as they're the ones who will lift your project off the ground!!

This is a personal preference, but I recommend starting off with itch.io as your main distribution platform. Most storefronts take a cut from your donations and revenue, and sites like Steam require a $100 fee just to publish your game on their platform. Itch is free, and you can even toggle off revenue sharing in your profile settings! (I like to keep it at 10% though, because I'm grateful for everything the site provides ♡)

If you ever need help with Ren'Py, you're always welcome to join the 14DWY Discord server and ping me in the help channel!

[cosmos-dot-semicolon]

Wow!! You've done a really nice study of that tulip! Genuinely this ^ was the reaction I had to it seeing the post. Great choice of reference too -- it's pretty simplistic in shape, but I think you got a lot of practice out of painting all the subtle details.

You've gotten all the relative lighting correct and it looks like you've been way more patient with doing the texture of the petal than I usually am. All the textures in it have the correct amount of detail, actually, and I'm quite jealous of how you don't have my flaw of either overdetailing everything or doing nothing... The small streaks in the petals are really satisfying to look at. And you picked the colours yourself too !!! :D

That is some slick lineart you've done for it and the iris. It's so clean close up??? That starting sketch is very adorable next to it.

Cel shading the beloved indeed! I think you've done really well for it given you picked the colours for Duck yourself -- the light blue eyes and orange hair in particular pop really well against each other. You got the main movement of her down really well! If I'm honest, I think I actually prefer your version of her face since her eyes are a little less bug-proportioned... Genuinely would've taken that image to be something from a Ghibli movie if you hadn't given the reference!

Thus concludes my very professional art review. I look forward to seeing more of your stuff in future :D

I merd a fleur :)

Did the petals yesterday, and the stem today. Still don't feel like I know what I'm doing, but it didn't turn out half bad :)

Got frustrated after drawing the petals yesterday, so I spent the rest of the day drawing Duck from Princess Tutu, as a treat (for myself):

Cell shading my beloved... painting is stupid, I'll just stick with you forever...

I actually made the colours myself instead of just picking for both Duck and the tulip. Proud of myself for that.

Bonus content below.

Honestly I hadn't even really considered 'painting' digitally as a thing, I just accidentally watched a tutorial and was like 'yeah I should probably try that'.

Sketch and refined lines for the tulip. Also an iris I tried painting like three days ago, but got frustrated and gave up on :P

Probably should have made the background for the tulip as the first step instead of the last. Whoops...

I hate feeling like I don't know what I'm doing, and unfortunately you're gonna feel that way a lot when learning a new skill. I shall persevere.

Also probably gotta get better at starting with laying out broader strokes and ideas and then worrying about detail. Also fundamentals. I should probably learn those better. They seem important. Takin' it slowly though.

Sketch Layer of Duck (I made her leg too short initially lol).

Still trying to feel my way with freehanding vs. using the line stabilizer. Confidently drawing long continuous lines can be tricky.

[makeitmakesomesense]

A Long Time Coming

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: This is from a heinous prompt from a heinous friend. It is silliness and then it is smut. It also uses a lovely prompt from @taylorswiftmicrofic for the 9th of January, which is 'jokes'.

Sometimes, when you were caught in a moment alone with Natasha, there was this spark.

Her tongue touching her teeth when she smiled her brightest. Her shoulder bumping yours in elevators. Her dry jokes as you made it through the hardest days.

There were other times too. Crumpled in the kitchen when the darkness got too much. Your hand at the small of her back. Her chin resting on your own shoulder as you gazed out at a world that would never be the same. 

There was a spark. If you were honest, there were embers now. A gentle flickering in your lower stomach. A heat that burned gently.

A wanting. 

It wasn’t on the table, not for either of you. Maybe five years ago, maybe before everything had fallen apart. Now your lives were about solving the world’s problems not your own.

Natasha was the bravest person in the world. She was efficient too. You’d barely wrapped your head around the possibility of time travel before Natasha had organised the task force to achieve it. 

She was the bravest person in the world. That’s why no-one blinked when she volunteered first to save it. 

She dressed in the futuristic white suit and stood in the designated place. She glanced at the others and then at you. Her tongue touched her teeth when she smiled wide, she gave you a thumbs up. 

The complex machinery, that filled the room, hummed and sputtered.

And, then, Natasha disappeared. 

The fallout took its time to be alarming. 

The lights in the room flickered uncertainly for a few moments. You waited, trying not to think about Natasha being so far away, so out of time. You waited for Dr. Banner to press the button that would bring her back. 

He pressed it at last. And then you watched his brow crease in confusion. He pressed it again. And again.

You started hyperventilating when it became clear. 

So far away. So out of time. 

Natasha was smaller than people realised. More fragile too. 

Dr. Banner and Steve Rogers debated the technicalities of the situation for over an hour.

You paced the room, caught up with a need to search the world for someone you wouldn’t find.

Eventually, you heard them coming to a conclusion. It was her suit. The wires that crossed at the front of the chest, there must have been a fault. 

You weren’t as brave as Natasha, you weren’t as efficient either. Still, you did your best. It took another hour for you to be suited up and ready for the hopefully simple mission. They were careful not to change any setting on the machine. 

Theoretically Natasha had been sent back a decade to New York City. Theoretically that’s where you should be going too. 

You were given a quick tutorial on removing the chest-plate from the suit and resetting the wires. If everything went to plan, it would be a simple rescue. 

You didn’t bother pretending that it might be. 

You stood in the centre of the room and listened to the machine begin to whir and hum. You closed your eyes and opened them somewhere new.

Green.

Your first and only thought as the colour overwhelmed you.

So much green.

Foliage like you’d never seen before. A sea of large fern plants that towered above you.

Definitely not New York City. You spun in a circle as you tried to assess your location. Maybe the rainforest? But surely the rainforest would have more rain and more forest?

Your eyes quickly scanned the landscape, a view of rolling hills that were covered in the strange vegetation that you could not place. 

You heard a sudden noise to your left and startled. 

Natasha Romanoff was barreling towards you. Dirt spattered her face. Her eyes were wide with uncharacteristic panic. Her bare arms were littered with scratches.

You blinked.

Her bare arms.

She wasn’t wearing her suit. She was barely wearing anything. Your throat tightened as you registered her sports bra and shorts. You didn’t have time to think before Natasha’s hands were gripping your arms. 

Her heavy panting filled your ears as she leaned in.

‘Run.’ She said. ‘We have to run.’

You didn’t hesitate. Natasha’s grip on your hand was iron tight as she dragged you lithely through the undergrowth. You did everything you could to keep up and not fall over.

After a few minutes, Natasha finally slowed her pace. Her head swivelled around, ascertaining the safety of your new location.

Abruptly, she exhaled in relief. Then, she turned back to you and wrapped you in the tightest hug.

‘I’m so glad to see you.’ She muttered breathlessly against your shoulder. 

You hugged her back, half relieved and half panicked.

‘Natasha.’ You started unsurely. ‘Where the hell are we? When are we?’

Natasha pulled back and held your face between her hands. You stared into her eyes, realising suddenly that her pupils were extremely dilated. 

‘I don’t know how to tell you this.’ She said thoughtfully.

You braced your shoulders. 

‘Just tell me. Get it over with.’

Natasha took your head and swivelled in 90 degrees. You stared in the direction she'd pointed you towards. You scanned the horizon and tried to understand what you were missing. Your heart leapt in horrible realisation. A giant tree, relatively far away. The tree seemed to be eating its own leaves. You blinked and tried to make sense of it. The tree moved slowly forwards.

Dinosaur. 

Your mouth fell open in an ‘O’ shape.

You glanced back at Natasha. She was staring at your open mouth and wearing an expression you'd never seen before. You closed your mouth self consciously.

‘Oh my God.’ You choked out. ‘Oh my God.’

Natasha’s fingers dug slightly into your scalp. 

‘I know.’ She breathed, her stare still intent on your lips. You stared at her in confusion. Her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow.

‘Natasha.’ You tried, wondering what kind of trauma could have occurred to make her this distracted. Her gaze glanced back to you. She chewed her lower lip and gave you a small smile. 

‘Yeah?’

‘Where’s your suit?’ You asked slowly, feeling increasingly alarmed.

Natasha released your face as she waved her hand thoughtlessly in the air. Her cheeks were still flushed, even though you'd been standing still for several minutes.

‘Back where I landed.’ 

She gestured vaguely to her right. 

‘Just next to the swamp.’ She paused with obvious disorientation then recollected her train of thought. She frowned. ‘It got all sticky.’

‘The suit?’ You checked, keeping your questions as simple as possible. ‘It got sticky from the swamp?’

Natasha shook her head. ‘No. It got sticky from this huge plant.’ Her hands echoed her words with a large gesture into the air.

‘Can you take me there?’ You prompted gently, holding her hand carefully in yours. 

Natasha’s stare focused intensely on your joined hands. You squeezed her hand and asked the question again. Natasha’s eyes dragged themselves slowly up your body to meet your stare.

‘Yes.’ She said breathlessly, her thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. ‘But it makes me crazy.’

‘What does?’

‘The sticky stuff.’ She swallowed dryly. ‘That’s why I took it off.’

‘Crazy, like dizzy?’ 

Natasha nodded, a sudden look of panic in her eyes. ‘Yes.’ She lied badly. ‘Kind of.’

‘Kind of.’ You prompted gently, giving her hand another squeeze.

Natasha’s eyes darted wildly from your hands to your face, to your…chest.

‘Horny.’ She said breathlessly. ‘Kind of horny.’

Your mouth dropped into an ‘O’ again, and Natasha crossed her legs uncomfortably. She closed her eyes and took an unsteady breath. You promptly shut your mouth. 

‘That must be… distracting.’ 

Natasha nodded slowly, and her eyes reopened with an obvious kind of longing in them. 

You resolved to be decisive. To be professional. This was a mission. You tried to ignore the low burning heat that already lived in your stomach. 

‘Well, we need you in the suit to get home.’ You told her seriously. ‘So let’s find it as fast as possible, and try to limit our exposure to whatever that sticky stuff is.’

Natasha nodded again, lips pressed tightly together. Her jaw ticked as her eyes wandered distractedly over your body again. 

There was a concerningly loud crash in the distance. 

‘Oh.’ Natasha murmured absentmindedly. ‘That’ll be the dinosaurs.’

Her free hand moved to your waist and you felt her nails dig into the firm fabric of the suit. Trying to tug you closer her.

You shook your head wordlessly and started leading her in the direction of the swamp and her missing suit.

Natasha walked obediently just behind you. You turned occasionally to check if you were still heading in the right direction. Every time she nodded, her stare never wavering from your ass. 

You forced yourself to keep walking. You had to be the professional. 

You noticed the foliage around you darken slightly, a sign of the nearby water source. You tried to keep your focus on the mission. On the very obvious and very real danger that you found yourself in. 

You paused to determine your next path. Natasha's hands covered your ass and you pretended not to feel the light squeeze.

As you got closer to the swamp, Natasha started walking faster so she could be next to you. Her arm snaked around your waist again. You could feel the warmth radiating out from her. You could see it in her flushed cheeks. Every time you looked over at her, Natasha flushed harder.

Sometimes, you felt her hand wander downwards along your body. Carefully, you moved it back to your waist.

Eventually you came to a clearing. There were obvious signs that someone had been here before. Natasha’s eyes widened in recognition.  After a moment, she pointed to the far corner of the clearing. There, you saw the previously-white suit discarded on top of a small boulder. 

You swallowed nervously. 

‘The suit needs a repair.’ You told Natasha shortly, her arm still eagerly around you. ‘I’m going to fix it before you put it on.’ 

You tried to let go of Natasha as you walked over to the suit. But she clung determinedly on. You didn’t bother fighting it, aware now that the best thing to do was get you both home as fast as possible.

When you reached the suit, you saw it was indeed coated in a sticky golden substance. You crouched down and grabbed a nearby twig, using  it to scrape away most of the viscous liquid.

Then, you kept your focus steady, barely letting yourself breathe as you popped out the covering and repeated the repair instructions you’d been given by Dr. Banner. You tried not to worry about the stickiness that brushed against your fingertips.

You were putting the panel covering back onto the suit when it started. 

An itching sensation across your body. An itching that soon became something else. A burning. Like a thousand sparks against your skin. Fireworks. You were burning. Wanting.

You were wanting. 

Her.

You felt yourself shuddering. A sudden dryness in your throat as you tried to swallow. A sudden desperation. A cluttered mind.

‘Oh no.’ Natasha mumbled somewhere above you. 'Are you okay?'

You started panting. You couldn't remember words. All you could do was tug at her hand. The wanting was blinding. 

Natasha crouched next to you. Your heart started pounding immediately.

You could feel the sparking electricity from her proximity. As if she was lightning and you were the perfect conductor.

‘Natasha.’ You murmured at last. You heard the obvious neediness in your voice. The wanting. 

Natasha smiled widely as she took you in. 

‘Oh, good.’ She half-moaned as she moved closer, filling up your vision and your world. You felt her hands tangling forcefully in your hair. You toppled backwards against the forest floor. 

Somewhere deep down in the back of your mind, you wondered what kind of insects lived in the mud next to a Jurassic swamp. 

Then, Natasha’s tongue ran along your neck and you forgot your own name. Her lips were on you eagerly. Her mouth was kissing and biting as she made her way to your mouth.

Natasha straddled your waist as her tongue entered your mouth. The kiss was long and slow. Then she pulled back, her arms reached over her head as she removed her sports bra hurriedly. You could feel her hips moving, as she tried to press herself against your body.

Automatically, your hand found its way between her legs.

Natasha groaned loudly as she enjoyed the immediate friction of your palm. She leaned forward, her arms resting on either side of you.

Your vision filled now with her breasts. They were bouncing as she moved. A heavy softness that made you tilt forward. Your tongue found her nipple, swirling eagerly over the sensitive area. 

You felt the wetness through the fabric of her shorts. Your hand slipped under the material. She was soaking wet, coating your palm immediately.

You understood suddenly. Why she loathed her suit. Why she'd ripped it off. You felt your own hips buck desperately, hopelessly. You paused, trying to remember the way to take off the complicated garment.

Natasha’s hand tugged forcefully at your hair. Your attention flew back to her.

Her eyes shuttered closed with the nearness of her orgasm. Her hips bucked desperately against your bare hand.

‘No.’ She moaned selfishly, biting down hard on her lower lip as she continued to rock. ‘You can come later. Let me finish first.’

You obliged easily. Her breasts pressed themselves closer again and your attention returned to them. You kissed and licked and sucked. The heel of your hand pressed against her clit over and over. Your fingers moved inside her with the rocking of her hips.

Natasha cried out loudly when she came at last. Her eyes were squeezed themselves even more tightly shut.

You startled at the sudden sound, as reality crept briefly back. Then you laughed. 

‘I thought that was a T-Rex.’ You told her stupidly. 

Natasha smiled happily down at you. Her tongue touched her teeth. Her once braided hair was completely wild. Her breathing was shallow. Her body relaxed. 

Her eyes were no longer dilated. 

‘Mmm.’ She hummed in pleased thought, her hand trailing down your suit. ‘We should go somewhere with a bed. So we can do that again.’

.

Natasha was no longer the bravest person in the world. 

You were.

You waited 97 million years for an orgasm.

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Requests are still very welcome for future January fics. More info in the pinned post if you're interested in requesting. <3

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[ohdorothea]

The Eras Tour Askbox Friendship Bracelet Exchange: 6th - 8th of December

~~~🫶⭐️🅣🅗🅔⭐️🅔🅡🅐🅢⭐️🅣🅞🅤🅡⭐️🫶~~~

Hey! I was thinking of a fun way to celebrate the final shows of the Eras tour so the weekend of the final Eras shows (6th - 8th of December) on here so I am organising The Eras Tour Askbox Friendship Bracelet Exchange!

On the days of the final Eras shows I’m going to be sending friendship bracelets made of emojis and copy pasted ‘beads’ like to one above to the swifties on my dash and to people who have made this Era so special!

And if anyone wants to join me I have made a tutorial on how I’ve been making them under the read more below! I wasn’t able to go to any Eras shows and was sad to miss out on friendship bracelets this era so I’m hoping this is a way we can celebrate where everyone can be included!!!

Below are more bracelet examples and a tutorial on how I’m making them! I hope anyone who wants to will join in and my askbox is open for any questions!! 🫶🫶🫶

~~~♦️🖤♦️⚫️♦️🅣🅗🅘🅒🅚🖤♦️🅐🅢♦️🖤🅣🅗🅘🅔🅥🅔🅢♦️⚫️♦️🖤♦️~~~

~~~⭐️🔹🟡💚🔹🔵💖🅣🅗🅔❤️🅔🅡🅐🅢🧡🅣🅞🅤🅡💛🔹🟢🔹💜🔹⭐️~~~

~~~🔹🔷🔹💎🔷🅘🅜💎🅢🅣🅘🅛🅛💎🅑🅔🅙🅔🅦🅔🅛🅔🅓🔷💎🔹🔷🔹~~~

Tutorial for making askbox friendship bracelets <3

So first I use this website to make the ‘beads’.

Type in whatever you want the ‘beads’ to say (you’ll have to spell out any numbers!).

Then scroll down to the option below called Circles (inverted).

There you can copy the ‘beads’! I usually paste them into my notes app to make the bracelets.

So then the fun part to me, adding the emojis to make the ‘beads’ look like a bracelet!!! This is the part where you can be as creative as you want! I will put a selection of my favourite emojis to look like beads below but have fun with it!!

So first I add emojis between the words so the words are easier to read. Then I start playing around with adding different emojis that I think look pretty/like a bracelet.

Once I’ve added the emojis I tend to add a couple of these ‘~’ to look like the string. Then it’s ready to send!

And I sent this one to myself!! It’s super simple and fun to do at least for me! Below are a selection of my favourite emojis that I’ve used to look like beads and jewels ect!

💠🔷🦋🌐🫶⭐️👑🌼🌸🌕💿💎🧿🎀❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍💖💘🔴🟣🔵🟢🟡🟠⚫️⚪️🔸🔹🔶♦️

There are also lots of different ways to make them! For the examples below I used a different site here to make square beads! You have to scroll down and go through the click for more then you can find this option that looks like square beads

I used these ones to make the example bracelets below!!!

~~~⭐️💜⭐️🟣💛🟣🆃🅷🅴💜🟡🅴🆁🅰🆂🟡💜🆃🅾🆄🆁🟣💛🟣⭐️💜⭐️~~~

~~🔸🔸🌼♦️💛🅲🅾🆆🅱🅾🆈🔸🅻🅸🅺🅴🔸🅼🅴💛♦️🌼🔸🔸~~

—💘🔷💘🆈🅾🆄💜🅲🅰🅽 🆆🅰🅽🆃💙🆆🅷🅾💜🆈🅾🆄 🆆🅰🅽🆃💘🔷💘—

You can be as creative as you want!!! I hope that’s all clear but if not please send me an ask and I will do my best to help!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

[wildwood-faun]

Sewing medieval: Tunics and gores

If you want to sew medieval you're probably going to have to deal with gores. They are a handy way of adding a lot of width to a garment while keeping the shapes of the fabric very simple. You can create your own pattern for a square cut dress or tunic with gores very easily with just a few measurements!

Today I'm sharing some links to garment information and tutorials (some of which contain technique advice), and some links to pure technique posts.

Garment focused

Some archaeological finds of tunics and gowns, organised by type

A couple of dresses and tunics with cutting diagrams and very basic sewing instructions (website-wise we're back in 1999 here isn't that cool)

A guide to a recreation of the Bocksten tunic

A blog post on the Bocksten tunic (some of the images are broken but there are some very useful considerations in the text)

An "Easy Men’s Tunic for Renaissance Fair" - This one is not based directly on a historical find but the construction is solid enough. A good starting point. You can lengthen it to make a dress.

A "simple medieval & viking dress" this one has the fancy medieval s-sleeve design if you want to get into that. I haven't tried it yet. Can be shortened to make a tunic.

Technique focused

Putting a gore in a medieval garment - Handcrafted History has a bunch of great tutorials. I found this one invaluable when I made my tunic.

How to insert a small sleeve gore - if you're making a garment with tighter sleeves, you may want to add something like this for ease of movement

This information will be in some of the links as well but: depending on your fabric you may wish to flat fell your seams after you've put your garment together. It's very satisfying.

[alexaloraetheris]

I'm gonna talk about something I've noticed on the internet in the last few years that I've been calling the Shrinking Circle of History.

To use a concrete example, I'm gonna out myself as a certain kind of girl: I actually follow Mikayla Nogueira. I don't even have a Tiktok, I just open the website on my Firefox browser and have four five tiktok accounts bookmarked and Mikayla is one of them.

For the normal Tumblr fare who avoid tiktok like the plague, she's a makeup influencer who has amassed a fair bit of controversy even though she's been popular for barely 5 years. Why? Because of something called Mascaragate, which I'll explain, but the whole disaster actually mirrors one other disaster you might be more familiar with in certain ways: Dashcon.

Hear me out, I'll get to the point in a bit.

So. Mascaragate, as it was called, happened thus. Mikayla posted a tiktok in which she applied a generous coat of mascara on her lashes, said she'd 'add a few more coats' and cut the video to the next scene in which she also put on false lashes to amplify the effect.

And the internet ripped her into shreds.

I learned of this later, after it was done, so I was entirely baffled as to WHY this was such a big deal. It was a mascara ad. Influencers do those. Kinda shitty it was undisclosed, but like. She was a full-time influencer at that point. She needs to make money off her platform (and she very much does) and brand sponsorships are part of the package. We learned that back when all the influencers were on youtube and tiktok didn't even exist. Can you name ONE mascara ad in which the models aren't wearing falsies? Why was this the event that was horrible enough to be lumped in with fucking Gamergate?

And then I read a post about Dashcon, about how behind the glamour of anime posters and pretty cosplayers and your favorite artists, the entire con is a disaster held together by ductape and Trekkie fujoshi tears (paraphrased). And the kids organizing Dashcon weren't aware of just how much support and organising was necessary to hold a con. The olds have failed to teach the new, and the string holding everything together didn't just break, it didn't even form. The ice of the old internet had broken, and the creator of Dashcon was the first to fall through. Except she wasn't. She was just the one we all heard of.

Mascaragate is a different beast, but certain threads were similar in a few ways. In commercials, we don't even care that the models are wearing ultraglam anime lashes, we know it's fake. Celebrities hired to hold a product and smile aren't actually USING it. We know that now, but when it was new, we trusted them. And then it came out that Maybelline girls were very much neither born with it nor using the mascara, but a big brand house like Maybelline could take the heat without noticing. We moved on and just used the ad break to skip to the bathroom between movies.

Then Youtube became popular and the actual makeup artists posted tutorials how to actually use makeup. New kids on the block with nothing but a camcorder and passion became the new idols. They recommended products they were using not because they were paid, but because they were actually using it.

But then brands realized they could sell a shitty product if they paid a youtube celebrity to gush about it, and the cycle repeats. There were new outpourings of rage, and some beauty gurus caught the heat and others worked to be more transparent. They built their influence on trust, and they worked to keep it, and we grudgingly accepted that if we want to keep seeing them, we needed to accept a few shilling tactics and moved on.

And then tiktok came and the influencer mill started. The kids locked in during the pandemic spent too much time being invested in entirely new people, and they gave their trust to people who hadn't been given a chance to earn it. And the ice cracked again and the cycle came full circle.

Now look at the years of those cycles. Commercials are fucking OLD. We've had them for as long as we had mass media of any form. Brand sponsorships are as old as celebrities. But youtube is not that old. Tiktok's been around for less than I've been in university. And yet the same old outrage keeps happening like it's new in shorter and shorter periods.

And it keeps happening. Every generation has to learn the same lessons from scratch, both on a smaller scale like this (every generation on a new platform has to learn the same fucking things on their own) and on a much bigger historical scale (how fashism gets started). Kids wanting AO3 censored because they don't remember the Livehournal Strikethrough. Kids falling for Gaza fundraiser scams because they don't realize Nigerian Princes are behind it. The whole Tradwife movement because their grandmothers don't talk about what being a 'traditional wife' was actually like.

I finally get to the point. You heard that history is a flat circle, but I can't be the only one who noticed that the circles are getting smaller. The pendulum always swings back, but the swing frequency is getting higher. We are doomed to repeat history not just our grandparents but our parents lived through, and we're getting to the point we're repeating history WE lived through ourselves. People are more connected that ever but nobody actually talks to each other. Trump is following Hitler's playbook and the only people I see screaming about it are on Tumblr, where the average age of users is approaching middle aged. We are living through the exact same thing people did a century ago except with iphones and we learned nothing.

History is doomed to repeat, but at this point the pendulum isn't a pendulum but a fucking bouncy ball.

The circle of history is shrinking, and it's frankly terrifying.

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

~ Loud Silence | 1 | JJK

Pairing: Doctor! Jungkook x Assistant! Fem! Reader

Summary: Your life was grey. Just like his thoughts, like his emotions, like his memories. And you ignored it all, the pain, the sadness, the unbearable silence... All because your heart told you to stay when your mind screamed at you to get away from the drowning force of Jungkook's obsession.

Warnings: ANGST, employer x employee, patients in a coma, medical terms, detachment, low self-esteem, diseases, symptoms, death, Jungkook is married, fluff?, yearning, child neglect? (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.6k words

A/N: Chapter 1 is here, darlings! I am so excited for this story and I hope you will like it as well. I'll do my best to keep updates as fast as I can but please be patient with me.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments, darlings! I'd love to hear from you!

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

“Remember you have your fencing practice after your chinese lessons today. They were all moved an hour as Mr. Min had an impromptu. Then you’ll have your piano lessons at five instead of four sharp.”

Your words were met with a boring sigh and an acknowledged hum. Ji-hoon was busy with today's study material you had given him that morning. He sat at his desk, hunched over the textbook while a YouTube tutorial of the math problem he was solving was paused on the large screen of his computer. 

“Thanks, (y/n)”

His reply was dry, monotonous. Your heart clenched but you kept your straight face. Adjusting your posture, you lowered your tablet with Ji-hoon’s updated schedule and looked around his big room. The bed was made to perfection, the books on the large shelves were cleaned and organised and the curtains that often covered the ceiling-tall windows were open and the view of the gardens could be appreciated if only the boy would turn around and admire nature. 

You turned around, ready to leave Ji-hoon to his studies. The sound of your heels on the white polished floors filled your ears. It was a sound that was too loud, or maybe the room was too quiet. Instead of Ji-hoon’s animated storytelling of his day, he sat in silence contemplating his assignments, instead of the big screen in his room playing some sport as background noise, the smart TV was off. You didn’t remember the last time he had even turned it on. 

“(y/n)?”

You stopped. It had been the first time in days, maybe even weeks or perhaps months, since Ji-hoon had called your name with emotion. With the lace of doubt and vulnerability in his words. 

You turned around and watched as he leaned back on his chair but looked at you with doubtful eyes. His hands fidgeted with the pen more than usual and your heart sank at how nervous he looked. 

You tilted your head to the right, a subtle movement that seemed to bring him out of the lake that drowned his thoughts in doubts. Ji-hoon took a deep breath and you waited until he spoke. You didn’t pressure him. You never did. You already knew how much pressure the boy had, the weight he carried on his shoulders was one no fourteen year old child should carry. 

“Did you ask him? What did my father say?”

You blinked. Staring at Ji-hoon with the same monotonous gaze he already got used to when looking into your eyes. 

“You already have everything you need here. Your father doesn’t believe that you going to school would benefit you in any way.”

Ji-hoon turned back to his desk, his eyes downwards. The grip on his pen loosened and it pained you how soft his voice sounded when he spoke again. 

“Of course he doesn’t.”

His mumbled words pierced your heart. You wished there was something you could do to help him. To ease his loneliness that stood rooted in his heart. But that choice was not yours to be made. And so, you tilted your chin up, your grip tightening on the tablet in your hands. 

“Your father knows what is best for you, Ji-hoon.”

But the boy just scoffed at your words. For he was not sure whether to feel sad or disappointed or angry or frustrated. For he felt it all at once. You didn’t linger. Your steps echoed once more on the polished floor as you left the room that was too big for a teenage boy alone. 

Once in the hallway, you leaned back against the closed door. It pained you to see Ji-hoon so helpless when it came to decisions that concerned his life, his experiences, his memories. But it pained you more, that it had not always been like this. 

There had been a time where he had smiled, where he had laughed. 

The household had been happier. And yet, now all it was left of that happiness was the shadow of laughter in the wind. 

You walked down the large hallway, the lights hanging on the walls illuminated your features, your steps were calculated; monotonous. The house was big but silent. Your heart was lonely yet it still yearned. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows and as you turned left to descend down the large staircase, you paused. 

Looking over your shoulder, you looked at the portrait of Ji-hoon and his father, renowned doctor and scientist, Jeon Jungkook. And yet the boy was the spitting image of his mother. With a sigh, you turned away and continued your journey down the stairs. The ground floor was just as silent as Ji-hoon’s room and with quiet professionalism, you walked to your right, going into Jungkook’s study. 

You didn’t look at Jungkook’s piling paperwork on the desk, you didn’t pay attention to the already filled bin by the chair that was mostly empty. You didn’t dare look at the portrait of her. Jungkook’s wife. It was a painting he had commissioned after they had gotten married. A piece of art that now hung over the dry fireplace.

Seo-yun. 

A name that was once a blessing of the household was now a curse. You didn’t look at her portrait. You didn’t have to. That painting that looked like a mosaic was engraved into your heart due to Jungkook’s melancholy when he gazed upon it. 

Instead, you walked to the very back of the room and into the door Ji-hoon was forbidden from ever entering.

The warmth of the empty house, the soft colours of the walls and the faint smell of books vanished when you crossed that door. The lights were white, blinding in their nature. The smell of chloride and antiseptic reached your senses. Your heels announced your presence as you entered Dr. Jeon’s private lab. 

He was aware of you before you uttered a word. Jungkook sat on one of the stools, his posture rigid as he looked into the microscope once more. 

“Sir, the conference this Friday has been cancelled. Doctor Kim called, his flight was delayed and he will not make it so the board decided to postpone the event.”

Jungkook looked up at you, his gaze met yours. Calculating and monotonous. The lab was in pristine condition. A sea of exams and samples were on the table, all labeled accordingly. And yet the whiteboard that hung over one of the walls was filled with loose handwriting. Notes, thoughts, symptoms, hypothesis… Jungkook’s mind was plastered on that board. An organised chaos. The eye of the storm of his subconscious. And the contrast was big. Between his wild mind and blank stare, it almost felt like falling down a rabbit hole of confusion where nothing was clear and nothing was known. 

“Very well. Is there anything else I need to know?”

You straightened, letting your hands fall to your sides holding the tablet with your right hand. His stare was intense, dark compared to his pale skin. It had been some time since he went outside and allowed the sun to kiss his skin. 

“No, sir. Everything’s on schedule.”

He hummed. It was a deep sound that reverberated through your spine and tingled your nerves. Jungkook went back to look down at the microscope with the same indifference he lived his daily life. His hands were firm when he adjusted the lenses, his jaw was tense while he scribbled away notes and observations on a notebook at his right. 

You wanted to speak, to ask him so many things. But you didn’t know how to start. You never knew if it was wise enough to start speaking with him. He was so volatile, so silently unpredictable. Your perfect, rigid posture sagged a bit as you let out an inaudible breath. The lab was quiet, too quiet. Just like Ji-hoon’s room. 

You hated it. 

You hated that silence that strangely calmed your mind as well. 

Jungkook changed the sample he was observing, his movements mechanical. The latex of his white gloves stretched as he flexed his fingers and he spoke without looking at you. 

“If you have something else to say, (y/n), do it and go. I have work to do.”

You swallowed, remembering all the times he had spoken softly to you, all the times he asked if you could assist him in any of his experiments. All the times you had felt seen by him. Jungkook may be your employer, your boss and perhaps you were just his assistant, his secretary and Ji-hoon’s caretaker. But you missed the times when you had been more; or at least when he had made you feel more than that. 

“Ji-hoon asked again, sir. He… keeps insisting on the idea of going to school.”

The doctor let out a deep sigh, almost in annoyance, in exasperation. It hurt to think that he saw his son like that. 

“He asked me to tell you to reconsider it. He is lonely, sir.”

Jungkook let go of his pen, the sound as it hit the notebook was dry and it almost echoed in the silent laboratory. He leaned back slightly, his eyes bored; nonchalant. But it took you a second, a single heartbeat for you to see the vulnerability behind his icy glare. 

“What should I do, (y/n)? Must I throw him into the world carelessly? If I do not make it, Ji-hoon will be the only remaining part of Seo-yun.”

Your gaze softened for right now, he was not the famous and brilliant doctor, he was a man whose heart had been broken by his own passion, by the hands of science. He was a father scared to lose his one and only son.

You took a step forward, intending on consoling him, advising him. But that single step brought him back from the dark pit that were his thoughts, his doubts. His walls rose, his eyes hardened and he straightened once more. And before he pushed you out completely, you spoke again. With that same professional voice, that delicate tone you always used when addressing him. 

“You are a man who would do anything for his family, I have witnessed it more than once. You are taking into account his safety, I’ll just ask you to consider his happiness as well, that’s all.”

Your eyes flickered to the glass wall. The only wall that separated the lab from the confinement area where Seo-yun lay. She was on oxygen, her slender frame as pale as ever. She lay still, unmoving. Barely breathing. Kept alive by the sleep Jungkook drowned her in. 

You didn’t linger. You couldn’t. So you turned away, not once looking back and missing Jungkook’s soft eyes as he watched your retreating form. You left him thinking, and that was something few had ever achieved.

The smell of cooked ricotta lasagna filled the spacious and minimalist kitchen. The warmth of the oven radiated towards you as you washed the used dishes. It didn’t take long for Ji-hoon to paddle into the kitchen, guided by the delicious smell of homemade food. 

“What are you making, (y/n)?”

He asked out of politeness, already knowing the answer. He sat down on one of the stools on the counter and you felt his eyes on your form while you gave your back to him. Putting away the last of the spoons you had used to make dinner. 

“Ricotta lasagna, I know you like it.”

You dried your hands, missing the way Ji-hoon smiled at your words. Though it was a fleeting reaction, it didn’t not reach his eyes. The timer on your phone went off and you silenced it, grabbing the oven mittens, you took the refractory out, the glass warm against your covered hands. 

You placed it on the counter and took the mittens off. The smell was delicious and this time, you didn’t miss Ji-hoon’s delighted smile at the thought of the homemade dinner he liked so much.

“You should call your father.”

Your voice was soft as you spoke while grabbing a knife and cutting the lasagna into neat portions. The golden cheese stretched slightly as you pulled the first piece free, steam curling into the air. 

Ji-hoon pursed his lips, the smile vanishing from his youthful yet handsome features. His shoulders stiffened as he rested his elbows on the counter. His eyes dulled once more and his demeanour returned to that loneliness that crept into his heart like poison ivy. 

“He won’t come.”

The boy murmured. You looked up, frowning gently at the sad acceptance in his voice. 

“Did you ask him?”

“There’s no need. He’s always busy.”

His tone was light, almost indifferent, but you knew better. You placed a plate in front of him, offering a small smile and hoping the food would content him, if only for a short moment. 

“Eat first. I’ll take him a plate, maybe he’ll come next time.”

Ji-hoon didn’t argue. His silence pained you. He simply looked at you with doubt and hope in his eyes at the same time before he picked his fork and began eating his lasagna. Without another word, you plated another portion and covered it with foil to keep it warm. Grabbing a tray, you added a glass of water and arranged the covered dinner before your feet carried you out of the kitchen. 

You passed the big dining area, the table too big by the solitude that ruled over the house. They walked past the grand staircase, the yellow light from the big chandelier illuminating your features. 

You entered Jungkook’s office, once more ignoring the staring and gentle portraits of his broken family as you went directly into the lab. The sweet aroma of freshly made food was left behind when you entered the lab for it faded into the crisp sterility of his workspace. 

Jungkook was exactly where you expected—standing by his microscope, brow furrowed in concentration. He barely acknowledged your entrance.

“Sir, dinner.”

You placed the tray on the nearest table, making sure it wouldn’t get in his way. But the sound of the tray hitting the steel counter made him speak in that cold and monotonous voice of his. 

“I’m not hungry.”

You didn’t move, only blinking at him as you studied him with an unreadable gaze that guarded the secrets of your heart. 

“Ji-hoon was waiting for you.”

Silence. 

For a moment, you thought he’d ignore you entirely. Then, with a sigh, he straightened, removing his gloves before finally looking at you. His gaze flickered toward the tray, lingering for only a second before shifting back to you.

“I have work to do.”

You swallowed the words you wanted to say. The ones about how Ji-hoon had barely touched his food after you left, how the boy’s excitement had dimmed the moment he realized his father wouldn’t come. But Jungkook knew. He had to know.

“I’ll leave it here. At least eat it before it gets cold.”

Jungkook said nothing, he turned his gaze away from you. His dark eyes were fixed once more on the chamber where Seo-yun slept. His jaw clenched, his thoughts were a myriad of emotions he hadn’t been able to decipher since that day when his life turned dark and his hopes died like embers. 

But even in the silence, you noticed. You saw his pain, his obsession, his dedication, his melancholy. You saw it all. Even when the house, when his work, when your heart drowned in this loud silence that cursed your existence.  

And so, you left. Leaving Jungkook alone with his thoughts. Alone with his doubts and guilt. He noticed when the warmth of your precedence left his lab, he noticed when he could no longer smell the floral aroma of your perfume. He noticed how your steps faded into the house, away from his and his grey emotions. 

And yet, later that night as you passed by his lab again, you noticed the tray was empty and Jungkook stood in front of the glass that separated him from Seo-yun. Drowning in the loud silence of his thoughts. 

February/01/2025

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[stil-lindigo]

In Gaza, journalists are passing out from exhaustion and famine. Despite the ICJ ruling, the US and Australia are intentionally defunding UNWRA based on baseless claims by Israel that members of the aid group are Hamas-sympathizers. Netanyahu, of course, has ignored the ICJ ruling. Israel has banned insulin pens from arriving in Gaza, a particularly cruel and inhumane crime to add to their laundry list of offences. Nothing has changed, and things are getting worse.

It is not that hard to not buy things. To not watch things. Perhaps it is inconvenient, and makes you go out of your way, and costs a little more to buy alternatives. But if you were to attend a funeral a day for every child that has died in Gaza so far, it would take you over 27 years. When the worst that will happen to you is that you don't watch a TV show featuring a zionist, you don't buy a specific brand that donates to and supports zionism, how could that possibly compare to the plight of Palestinians who must amputate limbs without anesthesia?

Once again, this is the BDS list of brands to boycott.

Here is a comprehensive post about more actions you can take in support of Palestine.

Here is a list of verifiable orgs that provide aid on the ground.

credible organisations that are doing work on the ground in Palestine:

Care for Gaza:non-profit charity that distributes money, food and other resources directly to families in Gaza.They maintain a regular presence on Twitter and Instagram. You can donate to them via Paypal here.

PCRF / Palestine Children's Relief Fund: non-profit organisation that distributes essential food and resources to families in Gaza. Most recently, they delivered 30 tons of vital medicine, and 82,000 pounds of flour.

Medical Aid For Palestinians: deploys medical teams to treat Palestinians suffering under Israel's malicious bombardments.

Donate e-sims to Palestine: massive post with tutorials and relevant links, with discount codes included in the post and in the replies.

Direct Aid: humanitarian fund distributing supplies such as blankets and winter jackets directly to Palestinian families.

help people leave palestine (donate what you can)

Help a Family Evacuate Gaza (GoGetFunding)

Save Sanaa and her Family (Gofundme)

Save Amjad Saher and his family (Gofundme)

Help a family of 13 escape Gaza (Gofundme)

Help a Palestinian children's book illustrator save her family of 12 (Gofundme)

Today, tomorrow and until Israel faces justice for their crimes, learn how to prioritise Palestine over your own comfort.

[omegaversetheory]

One of the parts of the omegaverse's worldbuilding I like the most is the concept of nests and all of its possibilities! In fact I have some personal headcannons if you dont mind to read:

-Nests can variate in size, shape, prupose...from individual nests being exclusively for a single omega, to huge mountains of blankets and pillows made for entire packs to fit in (wheither they are friend packs, family packs, etc)

-In family packs, omegas tend to keep EVERY single plushie that has belonged to ANY member of the family and put them in the nests, so its not weird to see nests filled with old teddybears that have belonged to some great great grandparent 125 years ago. They make that as a tribute to those family members that have passed away, to tell them that they will never be forgotten and there will always be a place in the nests for them, even if they are not physcslly there anymore.

-In some areas its common to organise "nest trades" several times a year. In those events, many omegas reunite to give hand-made plushies, pillows, blankets, etc to those packs that struggle economically and cannot afford proper nests. They also trade items between friends, sell items made of alternative materials for people with allergies, discuss over which nest structures and ideas are viable or not, make expositions of nests made by them that people can try on,etc

-Nests are also a prominent topic In social media. There are like thousands of channels that focus entirely on nest designing: tutorials on how to make proper nests of different sizes, advice on which materials are better to use in every case, which color combinations look better, which type of decoration use depending on the aesthetic they want the nest to be, and even videos showing nests with original and unusual structures and colors. Nests are not only consdered a comfort place, but also a subgender of art and a way to express your creativity.

great stuff! I'd love to hear more about the workings of your au! share anytime :)