Eruabai Ase, Otuaba, Bayelsa State, Nigeria. November 2022
Eruabai Ase at her flooded home in Otuaba. In September and October 2022, Nigeria experienced its worst floods in a decade. Millions of people were displaced and hundreds killed.
Photograph: Gideon Mendel
Head On portrait award 2023
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Ahhh, I fell in love with Robbie when I first saw him, (I LOVE his design sm for some reason, it scratches my brain just right) and I knew I had to draw him with my own WH beetle oc, Barvey Heetle! He's a Japanese Rhino Beetle and he's the pharmacist! Plus Jenna Floral, who's like- his only friend AJGSHSA
(Barveys mute and comunicates via ASL!)
aWEE CUUUTE-
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Moo Shu Beef Steak Bowl
Many people need to return to their jobs and schools. Stick to one-pan (or one-pot) dinners to give yourself a break when it comes to dinner. This classic Mandarin Chinese recipe is one that can be made with either ground beef or pork. I prefer utilizing thinly sliced beef steak. This dish which I commonly referred to as the Chinese version of a burrito The filling is encased in a thin pancake made of water and flour, or you may buy one of those Mexican flour tortillas, but for today's meal, I'm having this with steamed Japanese white rice.
“Cooking is at once child's play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.” ― Craig Claiborne
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Where fx rescued a mermaid, and not knowing what to do with him, he tuck the mermaid in his bathtub only for said mermaid to destroy it out of sheer boredom.
Hopefully i'll have time to draw how he finds mq 🫶
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this evening i went out to explore a wetland that's been flooded all winter and discovered it's still very flooded but also BEAUTIFUL. the "rivers" in those first and third pictures are actually walking trails.
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استشهاد أربعة من طواقم إسعاف الهلال الأحمر الفلسطينيّ جراء استهداف الاحتلال الإسرائيلي مَركبة إسعاف في شارع صلاح الدِّين عند مَ��خل دير البلح وسط قطاع غزَّة.
وتستمر الإبادة بحق أهالي قطاع غزة!
The genocide against the people of the Gaza Strip continues!
Four Palestinian Red Crescent ambulance crews were martyred as a result of the Israeli occupation targeting an ambulance vehicle on Salah al-Din Street at the entrance to Deir al-Balah in the middle of the Gaza Strip.
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Rating Welcome Home ships on a scale of 1 to 10 and giving absolutely no explanation other than emojis because I can
WallyxJulie: 5/10 😕
FrankxEddie: 10/10 🙌
WallyxBarnaby: 8/10 💗
JuliexSally: 9/10 😍
FrankxJulie: -10/10 🤢
WallyxHowdy: 4/10 😕
SallyxWally: 3/10 😕
PoppyxWally: 2/10 🤔
PoppyxHowdy: 6/10 💕
WallyxReader: 1/10 😳
WallyxOC: 2/10 😨
HowdyxReader: 5/10 🤷♀️
Eddie x Reader: 4/10 🤨
WallyxEddie: -10000/10 🤮
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Oh, Mother, the things I would do Sebastian's hands...
I would start on my knees, looking up through my lashes with fuck me eyes, softly kissing his fingertips and knuckles, nuzzling the back of his hand affectiontely as I slowly kiss my way to his wrist. I lick his radial pulse before kissing it passionately, sucking and nibbling, feeling it thrum against my tongue. I caress his forearm before giving it the same attention as I did his hand, rubbing my cheeks against it like a needy cat, feeling the rough, coarse hair against my face before I start mouthing along straining muscles. I trace the bulging veins with the tip of my tongue, gliding all the way up until they disappear beneath the inside of his elbow. Then I kiss his brachial pulse, sucking and nipping at the thin skin until I leave my mark before working my way down to his wrist again. I start to suck hungrily at his fingers, starting with his thumb, batting my lashes at him as I clean the salt off his skin, finger after finger, moaning softly until he takes my cue, hoping he'll force at least two digits down my throat so micro tears could wet my lashes as I fight against my gag reflex.
Imagine how I'd worship his hand when he's on the bed. :)
GOOD LORD SHOULD I LEAVE THE ROOM LMAOOOAEKFJASGH
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The door is open now.
I can hear the meowing. It sounds choked.
It smells like bile and rot. Sour and putrid.
I turn back.
I can’t go down there.
As much as a part of me wants to become one with the "concrete" walls.
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