Me Because I’m Not Mentally Well:

Every day my head is full of the bombing from these holocausts. People's lives in Palestine, Sudan, Congo and around the world are just as important as white celebrities'. Everything has been made clear.

This is my blog for my crochet business, Mycelia Crochet. So I'll talk for a minute about what I'm doing for genocide relief and how you can participate.

I'm a white genderqueer disabled leftist living in the U.S. I haven't sold anything yet. The proceeds from my first two projects to sell will go to my Palestinian friend Fatima's fund, which has been verified by the Sidra Project:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-fatimas-struggle-for-survival?lang=en_CA&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

The proceeds from the third will go to my chosen family sibling, who is Black, GNC, and -- like their spouse -- disabled and unhoused at a time when regional police are cracking down on anyone sleeping outside.

Right now, they need $75 to get to a house. This is a huge "a stitch in time saves nine" moment for them because if we can just get them to the house their lives may become far less dangerous.

C: $DeathRiderMox

P: @mystiWilliams

After that, my store will continue to give to mutual aid as much as possible.

I have only one product ready to take home today, a clutch purse made out of super soft pastel baby blanket yarn. It is $29.99 plus shipping.

One edge of it looks a little misshapen in this video but I hadn't smoothed it out yet.

I am working on a large baby blanket for adults:

I will be able to resume working on it once I get some more Bernat Babysoft yarn (pitter patter color scheme).

Finally, I am working on a similar blanket that has been commissioned with this jumbo size yarn:

If you are interested in buying the clutch, the pastel blanket, or commissioning something else, please reach out.

If anyone has any yarn you'd like to donate and could cover shipping, please let me know.

In addition to these fundraisers, I am selling for my own living expenses. My roommate and I need to get out of the dangerous household we are living in. And I have a close friend I'm trying to use this store to help as well.

We cannot lose heart and we cannot be apathetic. I will keep going for baby Ahmed, Fatima's youngest.

Mindy Mycelia

Mycelia Crochet

P.S.: 9-year-old Palestinian journalist Lama Jamous has called for a global strike today, Oct. 1. Please, as far as you are able, refrain from work, school, and purchasing today. Here is her Instagram video. We cannot fail this child.

https://www.tumblr.com/eman-zaqout/762694671848931328/dont-turn-blind-eyes-to-our-suffering?source=share

Please note that a different global strike has been called for the 7th.

uhmm.. kick at ground .. if ur taking requests will u draw stu and billy kissing after they’ve killed someone.. 🔪🩸🩸

Yessir, heresir

I am BEGGING someone to make a s3x pollen fic about Sergei Kravinoff and a fem! reader, I NEED THIS.

Me after going to the search tab and seeing my recent searches, aka, desperate attempts to find a fic like this:

Husband MATERIAL

Ride wife. Life good. Wife fight back?! KILL WIFE.

Wife gone. Think about wife.

Regret.

Y’all I got a lil somethin’ somethin’ coming up for you guysss. I’m not the best at drawing but I decided to give it a shot.

P.S. It involves our favorite speedy mutant 🩶

Of course it’s not finished yet 😭 be patient for me 🙏 (Don’t mind the face I’m exhausted and put it there as a place holder)

Please don't let me down 😭🇵🇸🌿

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Amal and Her Family Rebuild Their Lives in Gaza, organized by Amal Mostafa albaik

My name is Amal, and I am a 50-year-old mother of five living… Amal Mostafa albaik needs your support for Help Amal and Her Family Rebuild

In one corner of Gaza, drowning in destruction and echoing with suffering, sat Umm Saleh, a woman in her fifties, beside her modest tent hastily erected after losing her home in the latest bombardment. Her face told stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched on it as if they were records of unforgettable events.

Umm Saleh, who once lived in a small house filled with the voices of her children, now bore witness to the agony of displacement. She was forced to flee with her children after a shell hit their home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings she never imagined would become unattainable.

Every morning, Umm Saleh leaves her tent in search of sustenance to feed her children. She goes to bakeries providing aid, waiting for hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down her frail body, she carries the bread, dampened with her tears, and returns with a fake smile that conceals the worries of a mother striving to protect the remnants of her family.

At night, when everyone else is asleep, Umm Saleh remains seated at the entrance of the tent, gazing at the dark sky. She reminisces about the days gone by, about her home that was once filled with warmth, and about her elderly, ailing husband of 70 years. Despite the pain, she finds remnants of hope in her heart—a hope for a day when peace will return and her children and grandchildren will live in a new home brimming with joy.

In moments of solitude, Umm Saleh finds solace in prayer and supplication. She implores God to protect Gaza and its people and to wipe away the dust of sorrow from everyone’s hearts. She often repeats, "We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost."

Umm Saleh is not just a displaced woman but a symbol of patience and strength in the face of harsh circumstances. Her story, like the stories of thousands of mothers in Gaza, embodies the continuous struggle for life in a land torn apart by war, yet still blossoming with hope.

IM GOING TO EAT MY OWN SKIN OH MY GOD (My hair doesn’t look right)

Punk girls suffering because of hot women? Count me in!

being in a fandom long term: urrrrrrrrrrgh not this shitty argument again we’ve covered this