#help me......

[genderqueersherlockholmes]

hey... look at this um holmes and watson dream i had one time . literalluy so fucking insane why did my brain do that to me . im like obsessed

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OK SO IM SICK AS FUCK BUT I JUSTT WOKE UP FROM A DREAM I HAD AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH . BASICALLLLYYY the dream is from watson's POV and its started with this confusing as fuck actionms scene where hoolmes and watson are on top of a train and theres UFOs theyre going after and its CRAZY. thye have to save this guy whos going to be TAKEN by the ALIENS !!!!!! and they end up chasing these UFOS through the badlands and they SAVE the GUY and the aliens just kuinda leave (theyrre not trying to KILL everuone they just wanted too experiment on the guy?) BUT holmes is MISSING 😭 and anywways he ends up presumed DEAD and watson continues doing their work for like 5 YEARS all on his own (this is all post-reichenbach so its even SADDER.. he doesnt even consider that holmes could be faking his death again bc he just KNOWs that holmes wouldnt do that to him again) and hes even solving cases for like lestrade like holmes used to do, but then the MILITARY???? have him do a case beccause apparently they realized theyyve stil been detecting ACTIVITY from the badlands AREA for like this WHOLE TIME and they want watson to go look incase tge ALIENS are still there (theyy dont know its aliens !! they kjust know watson and holmes went on a super secret and sensitive case over there and thhe military guys are too scared to look bc they think its bombs) and so watson goes to look, and basically one of the aliens spacecrafts is still there just on the ground, it was abandoned there!!!!! and watson is like good at deduction and stuff now (and remember it was watson pov!!!!) so i remembeer him thinking like "oh shit thats one of the ships they used that was meant to store HUMANS…" and he was jsut like "fuuuck fuck fuck. ok dont get too hopeful but FUCK" and the door opened from the OUTSIDE like it was locked so that it had to be opened from OUTSIDE and INSIDE was HOLMES….. and he was like plugged into these thingies that had been keeping him alive for all those years, and watson got him out of there and its WAS SOOOOO SAD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH. he kept going like "watson..? is this real? is this real?" over and over again IT WAS SO SAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 IT WAS JUST LIKE FUCKED LIKE OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD… and watson POV remember??? so i remember like in the back of his head was like "i shoulve come back sooner…" over and over again but like he couldnt even FOCUS ON THAT cause he was just SO GLAD to see holmes again and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGHGHGGHHHH….. im normal im normal im normal im normal im normal………

[sovawife]

theres another pokemon man i think is hot. i cant keep doing this guys....

[innovatorbunny]

wtf im kinda getting gender envy......

[regigigaz]

I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT DREAM'S STUPID MASK SONG EVERYTIME I THINK ABOUT SILVER AND PRYCE

[loving-jack-kelly]

Experiencing gastrointestinal distress at work 😫😫😫

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[4ft10tvlandfangirl]

About Gaza Funds

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[hayanahed]

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[filibusterfrog]

types of wizards :)

[beastwhimsy]

"I should draw Māori Miku!" I said to myself. "Just a fun sketch, it shouldn't take me long" I said to myself. Six hours later I come to with this in front of me and a wrist begging for mercy but holy fuck worth it. I love this trend this was so much fun

PLEASE DON'T REPOST ON OTHER SITES!!! ASK ME FIRST!!!!!

DISCLAIMERS AND NOTES ETC.... I'm Pākehā, meaning I am not of Māori descent. I hold so much respect for Māori people, for their values and traditions, and for the fierce pride with which kapa haka is performed. I thought if I was going to design a Māori Miku, it makes sense to dress her in a kapa haka kākahu, as her whole thing is singing and dancing!!! The moko kauae is not based off any real person's. I referenced the temporary moko kauae a lot of kapa haka performers wear!! Was tricky finding out whether or not depicting her with a moko kauae was a good idea, so I went the safe route- showing an aspect of Māori culture without stepping over any boundaries!! Brown eyed Miku is everything to me shout out brown eyed Miku.... I referenced like seven different outfits to put hers together!! I really hope this looks accurate or at least passable. Thanks to adorkastock for the pose ref!!

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[ducktracy]

sharing a very sage bit of advice from The Simpsons' own John Swartzwelder that i've been trying to hamper down in my writing and drawing alike. let your inner crappy little elf do his worst

[juno-infernal]

sometimes the tragedy of distance is very simple. i want to get groceries with you

[nymphoutofwater]

And why? Cultural norms? Personal schedule? “Cause I’m always late to everything”?

Bonus points: Region and/or ethnicity?