Short Comic For Sonilver Week 2022 For Day 4 Brithday

And Old Friend In Need of Financial Aid

Hey guys, if you're one of the OG mlp bloggers, you might remember this guy here ^. ask-discord-master-of-chaos

Me and this chump became good friends back during the 2012 ask blog craze, and have been buds ever since. And right now he needs our help. This year has been especially cruel to him. He lost a close friend early in the year, his house burnt down a few months ago, and now his flight to see his girlfriend has gone into the shitter. The company he bought his flight tickets from failed to tell him he needed a tourist visa, and they refuse to buy his ticket back home for him. He hasn't slept since Monday. He's in a hotel atm that he can't afford, and can't even afford to eat. Not only did he spend all his money getting these tickets, but the last remainder was spend just trying to get a new terrarium for his snake to live in after the house fire. He needs $300 URGENTLY. Please spare what you can and share this around. His PayPal is carnage_is_best@hotmail.ca

If the goal is filled, he has also promised to not only bring back his blog, but also will be finishing his "Christmas Special" that was left unfinished & abandoned over 10 years ago ^. Me and him will work together to rework and remaster it for this holiday season if the goal is met. So you not only have the chance to save someone from imminent death, but you also are able to resurrect one of the OG ask bloggers. Sounds like a pretty fair trade to me. -------------------------

In all seriousness though, please share around anywhere you can, and help however you can. He needs this money ASAP, within the next 24 hours. His PayPal again is carnage_is_best@hotmail.ca

PLEASE UNMUTE THIS. PLEASE. 

I am Ola Ferwana from Palestine ,Gaza. I'm a mother of 3 kids Yamen, Qusai and Mira. My husband travelled to Egypt to get medicines before 2 days of the war 7 of October on Gaza.

I faced very great challenges and responsibilities of my three children in the absence of my husband, as he had traveled and the crossing was closed and we could not see each other. The amount of suffering I was feeling cannot be described as still being in the north of Gaza.I am reaching out to you today with a heavy heart and a plea for urgent assistance. I have left my home and have been displaced more than 8 times with my children. I am living in the war_torn region of Gaza, facing unimaginable challenges, with lack of water, food scarcity, and constant threats to their safety.

This is our street of my house, the Israeli occupation damaged all the houses.

I have delivered a girl baby,Mira, through the war, She was 10 months old and my husband didn't see her until this moment.

Yaman was 7 years old, and his simplest dream was to complete the first grade at school, but his school was completely destroyed. He lost the most beautiful thing that he was happy with and enjoyed that he had reached this stage.

Qusai is 5 years old, and until this moment I do not have the courage to tell him that his kindergarten was also destroyed, the first place and refuge in which he was happy, but in this war he lost everything beautiful. He lost his father’s hug, which was his only refuge when he slept at night, telling him his daily story to fall asleep safety.

Mira, my daughter, who had never seen an hour or a moment devoid of fear, came into this world and was surprised by a war that destroyed many, many things. It destroyed her house and her room, which I was waiting for as I prepared and brought her all the beautiful clothes and colorful dresses she needed. She was surprised by the sound of missiles. She could not sleep because of it. My husband hopes to get a smile and a hug from her daughter Which he had been waiting for some time.

We lack of the basic human needs, no food no electricity no water. We were poisoned and infected because of the unhealthy water that we drink.

My three children and I had to be hospitalized. We suffered from liver dysfunction as a result of malnutrition, widespread diseases, and recurring infection.

During this period, I felt remorseful about how difficult it is for a mother to see her children sick and unable to treat them because she is also very sick.

The Rafah border crossing, which is the only way to escape from the war, is closed now.

I hope to provide us by giving support in order to cover the costs associated with ensuring our safe passage of Egypt through the borders. Please stand with me, we are now homeless, with absence of children needs like milk, diapers, with no food. Please help us to stay a live and leave Gaza with my children. Share this link as you can as possible .

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

If it is opened, I can't go to Egypt as I don't have the money because my husband is the sole breadwinner for my family.

Thank you for your kindness, empathy and generosity during this challenging time.With sincere thanks and warm regards,

@nikoco11 @humanvictim @7amaspayrollmanager

@kaapstadgirly @palestinegenocide @palestinesfinest @bibyebae @annoyinggiantfestivaluniver-blog

@manrota66 @toughknit

@flower-tea-fairies @thetitancurse @vivisectionv

@communistchameleon @raelyn-dreams @troythecatfish @the-bastard-king @4ft10tvlandfangirl @awetistic-things-main @gentl3m4n @awetistic-things

@baby-girl-aaron-dessner

@northgazaupdates @northgazaupdates2

@riding-with-the-wild-hunt @nabulsi

@kyra45-helping-others @lindigoh-blog

@kyra45 @commissions4aid-international @occupationsurfer @ibtisams @sayruq

@evelyn-art-05 @sar-soor @90-ghost @lady-raziel @helppeople @helppmefindawaytobreathee @manrota66

@communistchilchuck @cipheramnesia

Please donate or share it as much as you can

Every donation make a different for me.

This is the link

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you,

Ola

too sleepy to elaborate at this time but I miss the old fandom culture of interacting with fanfic writers and fanfic artists as members of the fandom community who enjoyed engagement and discussion and feedback instead of the modern trend of seeing us as content creators up on a pedestal who don't need positive feedback but DO need to churn out constant content to feed the a03 machine

hey you know these comics that always have the signature cropped out

yea i found the original artist and

1, these dudes have names 2, theyre happy now 3, the dude is still making these comics

4, theres a shop

so basically what im saying is buy me pon and zi merch thanks

Day 2 and 3 for @espilver-week

Espio rizz/charm his boyfriend (yes he's wearing TMOSTH clothes for day 2)

Day 1 | Day 2 & 3 (you're here) | Day

Can you do an color pallete called crystal? And thank you ^^

#74a4bc || #b6d6cc || #ccffba || #d7a5c5 || #796494

I have an confession to make, I never have played any of the Animal Crossing games until recently when I got an switch as a late Christmas gift on New years from both my sister and dad. and honestly I enjoy playing New Horizons and thinking about playing the mobile version as well I believe it's called Pocket camp? idk honestly

I just know that Tom Nook the tanuki is a capitalist snake that seem nice at first but later on ask you to pay an huge sum of bells for XY and Z type of person. who may or may not be training his sons(?) the trade while their still minors and potential may be breaking labor laws

Ghost never really learned how to properly tie a tie.

He never had reason to. Never had a father that would teach him, either. And when it comes to formal dress after joining the military, he’d always fidget and tug and prod at knots until they looked right, whether or not they were done properly.

He’s tried looking up tutorials, sure, but it’s just… overwhelming as to how many ways ties can be knotted. So he never bothers. Just does his best to pretend like he knows even when he’s so, so lost.

Because it doesn’t matter.

At least, not until—years down the line—his and Soap’s wedding.

Ghost figures it’s his time to finally learn, then, because it has to be perfect. He can’t mimic a knot for such an important day, just praying for the best, he has to do his tie up properly.

But he can’t.

He tries, over and over, watching videos and looking at picture-by-picture instructions, but he can’t. Ghost gets frustrated, hands trembling more and more every attempt until eventually he just… gives up. Rips off the tie and resigns himself to slumping into the nearest chair, running fingers desperately through hair he’d taken so long to make look nice.

Soap finds him much too close to the start of the ceremony, quick to rush to his side and ask what’s wrong.

Ghost isn’t sure when the tears had started welling, or when his bottom lip had started to wobble. He lets Soap gently guide his hands away from his head, pressing thumbs lightly into open palms.

“You’ll think it’s stupid,” Ghost mutters. His tie is loose around his neck, an irritating reminder of why he’s yet to be ready to meet Soap at the end of the aisle.

Soap smiles softly at him. He looks so handsome, as always—him and his perfectly tied tie.

“I doubt it,” he says, oh-so kindly. “Never is.”

Ghost laughs quietly, the sound shaky, watery. He swallows the lump that threatens to rise in his throat, peering into the comfort of Soap’s eyes to lend him strength as he confesses, “I can’t get my fucking tie right.”

“That’s all?” Ghost nods and Soap sighs, sitting down on his knees, pressing the back of Ghost’s hands to his forehead like an odd sort of worship. “Thank God. Had me worried you were rethinking things.”

"I'd never rethink this, I just—" Ghost takes a shuddering breath. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Ghost mourns the loss of Soap's warmth as he lets go of his hands. He lifts a hand to drag through Ghost's hair, surely mussing it in a way that looks better than the tangled mess Ghost had probably left it as. "All you had to do was ask for help."

Ghost's gaze falls to the ground as shame burns his ears. "I just didn't want you to think—"

"I'd never think any less of you for not bein' able to tie a tie, Simon," Soap assures him. "There's a stupid amount of ways to do it 'right', anyway. C'mere."

Ghost leans forward enough for Soap to have a comfortable grip on his tie. He watches Soap's face the entire time, the subtle concentration in his expression, though surely he should be paying attention to how he ties the knot instead.

He doesn't move even as Soap has switched to adjusting his collar and smoothing the artificial wrinkles of his dress shirt.

"Pure braw," Soap murmurs. He sits up to capture Ghost in a kiss, sweet and innocent and comforting.

"You're supposed to save that for after the vows," Ghost says once they break apart.

Soap barks out a laugh. "Prude," he teases.

He stands slowly, then, wincing when his knees crack as he gets up. Soap offers out a hand to Ghost, of which Ghost happily accepts.

Soap grins at Ghost, then, bright and blinding and full of love.

"Let's go get married, then, shall we?"

This album is honestly lit 🔥 🙌

Hey y’all check out my EP I made during quarantine!

gay online party (GOP) Full Album Tracklist: 1. spoiler! 2. ode to monkey 3. cola locura! 4. frog song 5. al sabor del hurón Bandcamp: https://thespackster.bandcamp.com/album/gay-online-party-gop

Streaming: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/thespackster/gay-online-party-gop Art by @neonbuck / https://twitter.com/SuperNeonBuck