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Savathûn, the Witch Queen

The Ukrainian Wreath

I’ll get right to it.

The last few weeks have been heartbreaking, and there are no words to fully describe the devastation the Ukrainian people have suffered.

While living so far away can create a feeling of helplessness I wanted to try and do something to help. That is why I’ll be selling this print on my Etsy shop with all profits going towards the Hospitallers.

A group of volunteer paramedics working in Ukraine to help those who have been affected.

Stand with Ukraine. 🇺🇦 Stop The War.

Wishing you all a safe, and love filled week. ❤️

doodle for today bc I can't stop thinking about how half of D2 is just "here take this kinda unsettling yet cute space thing to grow emotionally attached to"

• Ghosts

• Baby Fallen

• Worm

• Big dommy mommies

like straight up im pretty sure if you asked people on campus they would have a “ghost story” of their experience seeing a terrifying ghost but in reality it was just me like, getting some mail or working at night. its interesting how peoples brains in my experience jump to “holy fuck a ghost” and start screaming as being the most logical interpretation of seeing me instead of “hey maybe its a muslim woman”.

I had work today, here’s what I look like often when I go to work, sleeved black jilbab, black niqab, closed toed shoes, exam gloves, headphones.

And here’s also a picture of me, now just at a distance walking down the hallway

And a lot of people’s initial gut reactions to seeing me is fear (including screaming or backing away/turning around) and thinking I’m something scary or  a ghost or monster, because I guess their more familiar and ready to believe in ghosts than realize I’m just like. A regular person. In that photo I’m literally just walking and listening to music while working as a custodian.

And like, you might say “well thats an understandable reaction, its not good but its not hurting anyone”. Straight up, in my 3 years living and working on campus, I haven’t made a single friend, no one talks to me because they’re so put off or frightened by my niqab. And each photo of me here is a photo of an exact recreation of what I was doing prior to hatecrimes I’ve experienced. Standing? Suspicious and scary. Walking by myself? Suspicious and scary. Cleaning tables? Suspicious and scary, worthy of confrontation and considering calling the police.

The best neighbour