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“Jeremy…?”

Mixed media from art class

Listen. Read. Educate yourselves. If you are unaware, fix that. Do not be complicit in the societal and legal oppression of transgender Americans.

help me out guys. reblog this, like this. for every note, everything is pushed back a day for him. I need your help. he doesn’t believe it’s possible to help him. but it’s entirely possible, especially with your help. I know these are so sporadic and cliché to an extent along with becoming so popular on here, but please. I appreciate every single note

Reblog if your blog is a safe space for these identities: agender, demiboy, demigirl, genderfluid, non-binary, and transgender!

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Zombie soldier moments from my fic

Itty bitty boots and bombs :3

TF2 Heavy pixel animation :3

I'm going to start posting on here so get ready for some tf2 stuff

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My name is Amira, I am 23 years old, and this is my story, filled with challenges and pain💔.

Four years ago, I lost my father and became responsible for my family. I took on the responsibility of caring for my sick mother and siblings, working hard as a university assistant and a programmer in a company. I was building my future step by step, enduring all the hardships 💙.

But the war turned my life upside down. I lost my home, my job, my university, and everything I worked for. We were displaced seven times in search of safety, and each time we hoped to find a better place. We are currently in Al-Zawayda, living in a school for displaced people, and we face harsh conditions every day😥.

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This is a glimpse of our daily suffering, as we lack the most basic necessities of life. Every day, we face challenges that turn survival into a constant struggle in unforgiving conditions😓.

The accumulated waste around our area poses a serious health hazard, polluting the air and spreading diseases that have affected us all. Both our children and the elderly suffer from illnesses due to this ongoing pollution, in a situation that threatens our lives and health every day💔.

My heart longs for family gatherings, and I feel nostalgic for the moments we used to spend together. Now, we are separated between the north and the south, and we haven't seen each other for ten months😥.

I miss every corner of my room, which was my safe haven. Those corners hold my memories and reflect my peace, and I yearn to return to them🧡.

I also miss my working life, which, despite being exhausting, gave my life meaning and purpose. I miss the days of work and the effort I used to put in 💚.

And I long for the feeling of success and pride that filled me after achieving my goals in my studies and work. These memories of my accomplishments remind me of the joy of success💜.

I live every day amidst challenges, trying to stay strong despite all the difficulties. I try to be the support for my family, providing them with basic needs despite the scarcity of resources. And despite everything, I still believe that tomorrow will be better🤲🏽.

I need your help. You can support us by donating and sharing the campaign link. Your support could save an entire family from death and give us hope in these difficult times. Thank you for your support and care🙏💜.

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Hello Tumblr!

I've just started writing a TF2 Zombie Apocalypse Fanfic on AO3 and I was wondering if any of you guys would be interested in reading it?

I'm actually thinking about posting the chapters on here as well because ao3 can be a bit of a cesspool, and I plan to do some art for it, which will go over here as well. I would absolutely love love love to see people drawing scenes from the story, and I'm thinking about adapting it into a comic over here after the story is done. Anyway if you're interested please go check it out, chapter 4 is coming soon 👍👍

I love that in tf2 spy's only 'disguise' is a paper mask with the person's face drawn on it, because it implies that the other team is too stupid to tell the difference. Not to mention spy doesn't use a voice changer and probably reeks of cigarettes

I like to imagine a 'I don't know who to shoot' scene where it's incredibly obvious to the viewer but everyone else has no idea

Conversation I just over heard between my sister (13) and two of our younger cousins (7&9) while they were playing:

Kid 1 (to my sister): STOP BEING WEIRD!!

My sister: I can't it's in my genes!!

Kid 2: YOU'RE NOT WEARING JEANS

I love how tv Aziraphale is like 'I couldn't possibly kill anyone or anything' and book Aziraphale is like 'The antichrist is in Tadfield. I need you to go there and kill him for me.'