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How to Transformer: Part 2

Vehicle Art Tutorial

Featuring @littleyarngoblin's car; Carwen 🚙

Featuring @hotdogmchiggin's OC: Bongwater

Flyer Art Tutorial coming soon!

Ko-fi

transformers one where everything is the same except the circle does not go into the square hole

Guys, you won't believe it, some planes flew here and it was so cool! They even drove over my house!

I feel like this is an unpopular opinion, but more people should read incomplete/unfinished/in-progress fanfics.

I've noticed this huge trend where creators on tiktok and tumblr who will be explaining how to use Archive Of Our Own to new users and they always say "and make sure to scroll down and click completed only" or how people will go out of their way to mention they only read completed fics 'because they were traumatized when they forgot to check the dates and didn't realize this fic hadn't been updated since 2012'.

The thing is - I think by not engaging with and/or actively avoiding writer's WIPs readers are potentially adding to the aggregate of abandoned works. Now this obviously isn't the case for all abandoned fics, anything from major life events, to loss of interest, to getting busy can be a reason for a fic getting abandoned - but at least on some level I just know that writers are quitting while they're ahead when they aren't garnering any response or feedback because reading WIPs has become unpopular. If you're worried about reading something that hasn't been updated since 2012 then you can use the date updated function to sort out old fics.

Anyways, support your favorite fanfic writers by engaging with their WIPs.

I am Tarneem Sami, a mother of three children from the Shuja’iyya neighborhood in Gaza. We lived a simple life, where my husband Ahmed worked hard to provide us with a peaceful and stable life. But the war turned everything upside down. One day, while Ahmed was trying to secure some food for us, he was martyred in an airstrike that hit our area. I lost my husband and the safety he provided for us.

After our home was destroyed by bombing, we had no choice but to flee. I carried my young children and we ran away from the death surrounding us. We first went to Rafah, hoping to find shelter away from the devastation. But there was no safety there either, as the bombs kept falling. Over time, the situation worsened, and I decided to move once again, this time to Deir al-Balah

Today, I live with my children in a small tent. We have no shelter to protect us from the cold or the heat. We are facing severe shortages of food and medicine, and my children suffer from hunger and pain. Every day, I wonder if we can endure any longer. Sometimes, tears fall from my eyes as I think about the future, but I still hold on to hope

At night, when my children are asleep, I think of my husband who is no longer with us, and I dream of the day when we can return to our former life, with a home and safety. I tell my children stories of better days and reassure them that this difficult time will end, and that we will stay strong. Despite everything we’ve been through, I have not lost hope. I believe that relief is near, and that one day we will return to the life that their childhood deserves.

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saw @thedarkmooncircus with this post and needed to draw it frfr

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

Arctober Day 5:

Legacy

Hello dear .. My name is Abdul Rahman Halas, married to the martyred journalist Alaa Al-Dahdouh. My journalist wife works for the Watan News Agency and we had a beautiful child named Karam. The real disaster began on Wednesday, May 31, 2024, when my wife, my child and I were surprised by a huge missile that fell on us and exploded in the place where we were, targeting the house we fled to and other neighboring houses

. At that moment, my journalist wife Alaa hugged our child Karam to protect him from the hell of the missile, but she turned into pieces and died immediately. My child Karam and I miraculously escaped certain death when the pressure of the missile threw me a long distance, which resulted in me being injured by numerous shrapnel and multiple injuries that led to severe fractures in my leg and damage to the nerves in my hand and foot and various shrapnel in different parts of my body

. My wife is a journalist covering the crimes of genocide against defenseless civilians in the Gaza Strip. With the intensification of the bombing and the scarcity of food and water, my wife and I struggled daily to secure food for our only child Karam, who was also suffering from severe fear because of The brutal bombing of the Gaza Strip.

Now after the disaster that befell my family, I need your generous support to overcome my ordeal and pay for my treatment and surgeries. I need several surgeries outside the Gaza Strip that cost a lot of money, and I am in dire need of your tears and support.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help me save myself and my child Karam, organized by Abdul-Rahman Hellis

Hello dear .. My name is Abdul Rahman Hilles from Gaza Palestine,, married … Abdul-Rahman Hellis needs your support for Help me save myself

I am confident that after reading my sad story, you will sympathize with me and share with me and will not leave me and my child Karam alone.

Donate to me or share my campaign with your friends to donate to me

No matter how small your donation is, it means to me a chance for me and my child to be treated and to stay safe.