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[nastu-2]

My entry for @utau-4-you 's Summer Event! A cover of Reverse Rainbow with Aphelia and Chouko!

[michakim001609]

Hello! My name is Anastasia.

I am from Ukraine.

At the beginning of the war, my husband and I were students of 20 years, we left the occupied territory of the Sumy region on March 08, 2022. Our city was occupied and often bombed. My husband used all the money and savings he had to leave the occupied territory.

We were able to go to his homeland.

Of course, at the beginning of the war, the first thought was not to die or come under fire, so in a state of stress, we did not think this decision through very carefully. We didn't think about how we would live after we arrived, on what means.

After all, we had no support in China: neither from the state nor from anyone else.

My husband had to work because he was the only one who could provide for us. I think it's worth noting that the living conditions in China, both for Chinese citizens and others, are terrible. It's not about living, it's about surviving. Due to excessive stress and workload, my husband's health has been undermined, and his illness (liver cirrhosis) has worsened to a critical state and now threatens his life! Unfortunately, I can't do anything to help, because I can't even be granted a work visa i little bit about what kind of people we are:

-We are very hardworking people who are willing to work. We are both teachers by profession this country so that I can take over all his responsibilities. We have no one who can help us, no housing, no stable job, and we have no opportunity to escape. All this is left in our life in Ukraine... where we cannot return.

I want to find the help in America to be safe and to be in better esteem.

I would like to return to Ukraine and live there as we did before the war. But our house is still on the border in the war zone on the border with Russia.

Of course, you can say that it is possible to settle in China. But looking at the political structure of China, we begin to fear for our freedom and the right to have our own opinions. We become afraid of the Communist Party, which can restrict our freedom and rights. So we want to ask for help.

I just want us to live in relative stability and without fear for my own life and the lives of my family.

If you can help us, or have information that can help us, I would be very grateful.

Sincerely,

Anastasia

[magnusmodig]

"unprompted" ( cont. from ! ) / @mischiefmodig / ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

╰┈➤ There seems to be no sign of entry around the place, however, on top of Thor's bed is a small package. Inside of which are a few pastries of various fruit flavors. ( apple, mixed berry, and star fruit. ) There is no note, just a small card which reads: ᛏᛁᚾᚴ᛫ᛁᚱ᛫ᛁᚴᚴᛁ᛫ᚨᛚᛚᛏᛁᛐ᛫ᚼᚢᚨ᛫ᛐᛁ᛫ᛋᛁᚱ᛫ᚢᛏ᛫ᛏᛁᛚ᛫å᛫ᚢᛅᚱᛁ ( things are not always what they seem. ) Wonder who left it there...

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 over in his hand. then , looked over the small box of pastries. there was no doubt in his mind exactly who had managed to slip in and out of his abode with scarcely a trace. the pastries spake of memories long past. they were tokens of a bygone era ; TRADITIONS forged in a brotherly youth.

. . . even still , thor found himself perplexed by their presence.

he stored them carefully away , and awaited his opportunity to ask after them.

thor got his opportunity later , having caught sight of his brother from the province rooftops. he carved a path towards his brother's balcony through the villa's connected veranda , and settled nearby loki's side.

❝  and here i thought our mother had taught you not to be such a scamp, ❞ he jested lightly , slowly shaping the words upon his tongue. they were born stiff there , and the silence between them weighed as thor strung his thoughts together. eventually he landed on the most tactic most tried and true : short and simple. ❝  whatever possessed you? ❞

[windsofcourage]

SOMETHING ... WAS MISSING . whatever it was - whatever it happened to be - , it was a discordant chord in a song that link couldn't recall the lyrics to . it was a place he couldn't name . a question with no answer . he could feel the void of it yawning in the back of his mind as he looked up at the fluttering flags themed in WHITE & . GOLD . a banner overhead the marketplace square read welcome to the white nights in fine letters . as link cast his gaze to the perpetual twilight overhead , he could not help but think : █████ would love this .

he blinked .

AND STEPPED BENEATH the banner , his fingers curled against the leather of his belt loops as he walked. THE THOUGHT WAS ... intrusive . it hung in the air like a cobweb spun just out of sight to an undiscerning eye . when it caught against skin , IT STUCK . the sun hung low & . off-white in the sky . chatter of crowds & . laughter of kids his age — some , even younger . batter was frying in a pan somewhere . the sugar-sweet scene of sticky buns carried across the wind .

& . ████ would love this .

link kept walking . spices & . herbs . ( like someone's cooking wafting through an open window . ) flowers & . warm grassy fields . ( be careful not to touch the newly planted blooms , link , said words without a voice . ) instead : clucking of cuckoos & . bleating of sheep – ( wind shifted through the leaves of a tree older than the foundations of a house he knew — somewhere . ) sounds of NOWHERE IN PARTICULAR , he had come to think .

& . ████ would love this / would ̴l̴o̸v̷e̸ thi̵s̷ ̵ ̷ / ẇ̴̹o̵̩͛u̷̩̅l̷̻̅d̸̩͛ ̶̱̈́l̸͇̑ȏ̵̹v̴̻̈ẽ̶̺

( y e s . . . )

someone would love this .

but w h o ?

a question without answer . a riddle with no solution .

he could feel it rattling in his bones with each step he took .

IDLING AT THE EDGE of the festivities , link let his attention sweep across the boundless crowds & . endless energy of families , friends & . companions . a young man slung his arm around the shoulders of his brother . a woman blushed as a may flower was tucked behind her ear by her lover . young girls held hands with daisies braided in their hair , ducking under & . around the crowds in search of pastries . the elderly chuckled and stopped them to offer a few spare keys when they passed .

BROTHERS WITH SISTERS . husbands & . wives . friends in stride with dear companions under the watchful eye of the festival's sun . THEY WERE HAPPY just to share this moment together .

( a bitter PANG pierced between link's sixth and seventh ribs . ) his ear twitched as the crying of a young child caught his eye . link turned his head , weight shifting , body rearing to barrel forth into motion — but the little one who had fallen , a bruise welting her knee , had already been spotted & . helped to her feet by a boy some odd years older . beneath the waving flags where link had settled , he watched him care for her . ( the pang pierced further - deeper - into his chest . / a serration of steel into sinew / into bone . the wound bled into the sharp note of link's inhale / a reflexive choking around the bitter taste of MELANCHOLY . ) soon enough , the girl was led somewhere else , and calmer for it . HER HAND IN HIS HAND .

— SUDDENLY , LINK FELT HIS EYES STINGING .

( what do you miss ? ) he asked the body that stung & . ached as his teeth ground & . grit . link swatted at the corner of his own eyes . ( WHAT DO YOU GRIEVE ? ) he asked , as the heaviness that settled in the marrow of his bones crawled deeper still — SUDDENLY AWARE THAT THIS GRIEF WAS NOT HIS GRIEF / — for a moment beneath the pale sun - HIS BODY WAS NOT HIS BODY. HE WAS ONLY HALF OF HIMSELF as some AGE - OLD LONGING writhed and curled inside this body / distended as the breeze blew / winded by old aches and pains from scars with no story . the girl had been led HAND IN HAND back into the crowd , swallowed by shapeless figures pushing past in gaggles & . groups & . suddenly link wasn't in the crowd at all . boots crushed grass / teeth snagged the inside of his cheek / searching for SOMETHING as his feet led him SOMEWHERE . past the market stalls & . out towards the fields because sunlight sometimes helped — & . he chased the grief that was not his grief — even as the feeling began to EBB , leaving his mind scattered . ( memories like fingers scrawling hazy letters through cobwebs - like - dust / shadows mimicking shapes of letters for books not placed on the right shelves / palms placed flat on the woodgrain of old walls in new hallways / scraping BLINDLY through a room with its furniture rearranged . )

AT SOME POINT he had stopped under a tree. at some point , his hands started trembling around the body of his phone . he was taking too long to register the prickle at the nape of his neck / the numbness in his fingertips as they hovered over a now-familiar name:

███ ████████████████ ████████████████████ ████████████████████ ████████████

███ ████████████████ ████████████████████ ████████████████████

████ ███

████ █████████

❝  . . . . . ❞ he slipped the phone back into his pocket .

someone would love all of this . . .

but he could only pray they might FORGIVE HIM for forgetting WHO .

[bahiamail]

https://www.zazzle.com/z/szrpsslt?rf=238145436608641852

[legayfuck]

noco is u4u (ugly for ugly) and l4l (lame for lame) I love it

[utau-4-you]

U4U Update

Hello everyone!

Mod heta-tan here, I wanted to make a quick update about the status of this blog! For those who weren't aware, I am the moderator who's mostly been responsible for our queue. I was recently on hiatus but I am trying to get back to it. I have slowly been building back up our queue so that we can get back to regular activity here. I'm hoping to build up a big enough queue so I can bump up the number of posts!

As of late, the moderators of our group have been having a lot of IRL stuff happen so we haven't been able to schedule any major server events recently. We should be having a LGBTQA+ Pride month event/showcase in June but I'm unsure if we'll have anything else planned for the rest of the year. Users as always can submit ideas either via our ask box or in the Discord server's #suggestions channel.

With that all of that being said, the submissions and ask boxes are still open for folks who want to promote their work!

Happy Spring!

[heta-tan]

I am begging the undertale fandom to please find a new tag for their AUs that isn't the UTAU tag. It makes it 300x harder for me to have to build up the queue for the U4U page when all I see is Sans Undertale in a slightly different color. I've been slacking so hard gathering posts for the queue because it's so exhausting lol

[firsttraintovictoriaville]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome To The Table - Ben Brainard (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pilots Union/Teamsters (Welcome To The Table) Characters: Pilots Union (Welcome To The Table), West Virginia (Welcome To The Table), Teamsters (Welcome To The Table) Additional Tags: Getting Together, Trapped In A Closet, Hiding, First Kiss, their first kiss with each other, not their first kiss ever in case it matters, FAA appears very very briefly at the start but not enough to warrant a character tag, but he is in this fic for a few lines Series: Part 7 of shades of love Summary:

Most unions gleefully accepted West Virginia's offers of friendship. Pilots Union and Teamsters weren't most unions and thankfully, they had each other to keep company, in commiseration and in kisses.

                                                        ****

After a five month hiatus give or take a week, shades of love is back bby! From the moment I saw Teamsters two episodes ago I was like, I have to write a fic for him and poor Pilots’ Union had been waiting for his turn forever in shades of love, so it as only fair. 

[rozemerri]

錯覚庭-Peppermint-

My entry to the event hosted on the U4U discord.

[postsofbabel]

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[sportswearnmore]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Adidas U4U Aeroready Kadin Bustier.

[hardheadsoftass]

I🖤U4U

[magnusmodig]

LATE MEME IS LATE / @veldinstar ! ╰┈➤ ❝ I've gotta say, I've been to many galaxies in my life... but I've never even heard of this place. What's it like here? ❞ // hello i hope this is okay!! (for any verse of mine!)

❝ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃. the realms of yggdrasil span far beyond any singular planet , ❞ thor explained , tilting his head towards the lombax. as he did so , he waved his hand across the holographic screen he had been fiddling with. ❝ we are headed to ALFHEIM , a realm of great magic . you may know its territories better as the prata quadrant . ❞ after a small pause to grant rachet and clank a once over , thor smiled slight and nodded towards the projection of alfheim in all of its silver-ringed glory .

❝ i'd imagine you two will find much to tinker with , there . ❞

[reportwire]

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[russian-dallas]

Uniting for Ukraine - Работать можно с первого дня!

Uniting for Ukraine – Работать можно с первого дня!

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