mceraki
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fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.
fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”
Some art/doodles for my fic burning dirty gas (ao3) :3333
horseeeesss
(iirc @fox-guardian put the idea of blank flank jimmy in my head ouo)
Do you still think of us?
Do you still think of our children — bleeding, terrified, broken — being slaughtered in Gaza by Israeli airstrikes?
Say it out loud. Say it with a repost. Because silence is complicity. And our children are dying. This isn’t just another post.
This is a mother’s cry. A desperate plea.
My own son was severely injured in one of the recent airstrikes. His tiny body, broken and bleeding, now lies in a hospital that has no medicine, no electricity, no hope.
He needs urgent surgery that can only be done outside Gaza. Every minute that passes puts his life at greater risk.
I am begging you — from one human being to another — to please help me save my son’s life. Your donation could be the reason he survives. The reason he gets another chance at life, at laughter, at childhood.
Please, don’t turn away. Don’t scroll past.
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
🙏 Donate, share, pray. From the bottom of my heart — thank you
me clicking on a video from the silliest man in the world: teehee what wacky hijinks await me
world renown block clown mumbo Fucking jumbo: you ever think about how old technology seems to live forever in the suspended state of whatever the newest advancements were at the time. how most technology immediately and fundamentally tells you when it was important and when it was left in the dust. it’s suspended in its era forever, and in that it is perfect.
stagnation is a form of death but nostalgia is cruel immortality. still i find myself locked in pursuit of it until i finally stumble across the undeath of the mechanical. as my hard earned improvement truly begins to pay dividends, surrounded by my opus of change, i will freeze myself in eternal utopia. the only way to never die is to preemptively kill whoever you might become. i will not have a grave, i will not be ashes and dust. i will be a perfect, extant machine.
me: Ok. i dont think this will plague me at all actually. like video.
Ghost trio sillies. I wanna doodle a lot about the Mepad Mansion gang but havent really have inspiration strike me yet unfortunately.
Happy One Year Anniversary to the greatest fic to ever exist, ‘Dark Matter’ by @lara60
Thank you always for writing this wonderful, exhilarating work.
I hope you like this congratulatory piece of art I did to show my gratitude💜
I have been homeless and on the streets for five weeks and cannot afford my medications!!!
Please donate if you can and reblog!!
I am physically and emotionally disabled due to my parents abusing me as a child. I have brain damage, gastrointestinal issues, and a spinal injury that causes pain and numbness in my legs. I currently do not have "medical proof" of these injuries because my parents refused to take me to a doctor when asked, and because of this I am struggling to be taken seriously regarding my disabilities.
I have been attempting to establish care with a local healthcare clinic and, due to a lack of insurance, I currently have an outstanding balance of $428. I have been going to therapy and taking my medication when possible, I am struggling to afford them even with the sliding scale price of only $20
I have applied for disability, medicaid, and housing assistance, so far I've heard almost nothing back. However, as of yesterday I have food stamps benefits and can now reliably eat meals.
I have been having issues sleeping due to the conditions of night-by-night at the shelter, staff members will turn on the lights in the middle of the night, other guests will set off alarmed doors after quiet hours, and I cannot reliably have a bed rather than a cot which greatly affects my daily pain. I have had an interview with a local pallet village to attempt to get in there and am waiting for further communication.
I've been struggling immensely with getting so much done and have been growing increasingly forgetful as a result of physical and emotional exhaustion. Please help if you can, and please boost this.
Was wondering who would put the X's on the doors
(I drew this back in June last year and forgot to post it)
