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Oh my God, watch your step, there's gay little rats skittering around.

(Fun fact: the two rats holding the nonbinary flag are based on my two rats, Tim and Rat Brian. Peep them below the cut!)

Marry : Luke Atmey

Kiss : The Ace Detective

not all of them are like this, but many that I've been drawn to are more or less based on being given unconditional love & care with you being able to give up the responsibilities and anxieties of functioning as an adult in a neurotypical ableist society. it's just interesting to witness.

we all want love, we all want to understand and feel comfortable with our "role" in society, and we all want to feel safe in the way that accepts and appeals to us.

i love these topics, and i'll never forgive the decades of demonization of sexuality i experienced growing up in a religious mindset.

You don't need to fight to exist. You don't need to fight to get support. You don't need to fight to live how you want to. You don't need to fight *yourself* to do big changes. You don't need to fight your sicknesses. You don't need to fight poverty. You don't need to fight to live. You can just. Stop. You can just. Be. Be who you want to. Be whatever.

And the entire time, there's a large, wonderful plant woman who wants nothing more than to treat you like a pet. She feeds you, she takes you to the doctors, she worries about providing for you, and all you need to worry about is when you want to play and when you want to cuddle.

And. In a world where I feel like I can't stop fighting or ill die, or I'll lose my rights or whatever. It's a nice escape. One where I don't need to pay attention to the horrible things that are happening for my own wellbeing.

My family now lives in a tent with no stable shelter, my sister Jana has no school, and I have no steady job. My brother Kamal carries the burden of the entire family, working every day to secure just enough food, while I search for any work, no matter how difficult or dangerous, just to survive.

My mother, the beautiful dream we once cherished, wished for a calm and happy life for us, but the war tore us apart and shattered our hopes. As for Jana, my innocent sister, she lost her school, her books, and even her sense of hope, yet she still writes her dreams on small pieces of paper, hiding them in her torn clothes so they won’t get lost like everything else.

We are not asking for the impossible, only what keeps us alive with dignity and gives us a chance to rebuild our lives. Every donation, no matter how small, means so much to us. Your support will give us hope to keep going and try again. 🙏❤️