My mind is unable to comprehend any ugliness that has made our tragedy an ordinary detail of your day. There is bombardment alternating between morning and evening, hunger that devours bodies, and destruction that swallows our dreams and our lives under the dirt, without the world even blinking an eyelid. So how did our blood shed on you, to become mere deaf numbers circulated in bulletins? Resist the dullness of this dead conscience and wake up.. Gaza is being annihilated in reality, not metaphorically!
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When they took my mother into the operating room, l felt like I couldn't breathe. I kept praying that l would see her alive again. By God's mercy, she survived the surgery, and I will never forget the people who stood beside us and helped us reach that moment 🙏
But our journey is not over yet. She is still in the hospital under close medical observation, and we still need $700 to cover her remaining hospital bills.. medications, and treatment 💔
What hurts me the most is that for two full days, not a single donation has come. I keep opening the fundraiser every few minutes, hoping to see even one small contribution, hoping to feel that someone still hears us. Every time I see the number unchanged, I feel my heart sink a little more 😔
I know people are tired of seeing fundraising posts. I know everyone has their own worries. But I am asking you as a daughter who is terrified of watching her mother suffer after everything she has already endured. Please don't leave us at the very end of this journey
If just 28 people donate $25, we can cover the remaining amount. Twenty-eight people could take away the fear that has been sitting on my chest day and night
Please, I'm begging you don't scroll away thinking someone else will help. We have come so far, and I don't want our journey to stop when we're this close
If you have ever wanted to make a real difference in someone's life, this is your moment. Please help my mother finish her recovery without the weight of unpaid medical bills hanging over our family 😔💔
Please don't leave us alone now. We need you more than ever🙏
you completely missed the point but congrats on the cynicism. Anyways this is also not "just a tiktok"
It's on every social media platform, news outlets are reporting on it, its a big deal especially with The Orange in office who is besties with Netanyahu. Mamdani is also an immigrant to the US, and our own government supports Israel, the right especially and our current government does not like immigrants to begin with. The Orange is insane enough to call something like this Treason even though it isn't.
As a politician he's openly putting a target on his back.
This Juneteenth, I want this to be a reminder for y'all to stop saying "POC" when you mean black. It's fine to discuss things about general people of color's oppression and struggle but sometimes it's ok to talk about just black people. It's tempting to try and generalize so that people will actually care about us, because when you specifically talk about just the black, unique struggle it is very easy to be silenced and erased, but please, for the love of all that's holy, if you mean black, say black.
(side note; it's also okay to specify regions as well. Don't say African diaspora when you mean American black people. Because Juneteenth isn't about Africa, it's about the previously enslaved black people of the US. It's okay to talk about our struggle, our specific struggle. We shouldn't need to be palatable or relatable to be listened to.)
Hey, we're completely broke after spending most of our income on utility bills and rent at the start of this month, and have been struggling to make ends meet since. We're almost out of food and can't afford groceries, meds or other necessities.
We're both having a really hard time right now. We both have almost daily meetings and appointments, and it's getting increasingly harder to stay focused when we're both constantly feeling fatigued and lethargic.
We would be so thankful for any help to make it through the next few weeks. Everything goes a long way.
what ralsei does with her hands is so important to me
call it a pattern more than a hard rule - but often, whatever's desperate enough to be expressed finds its way into the hands. thought, coalescing into action. affection, pooling into touch. fear, stalling into hesitation.
which may well be why i'm so fascinated by the way ralsei stows hers at the back
kept like that, they're removed from the situation - too far back to reach or interfere, merely ever cinching around what was antecedently given
ralsei is the ultimate embodiment of hands tied.
the prophecy's "prince" from the dark, meant only to assist and interpret, never to do. then comes chapter 5, and - SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! -
suddenly... her hands are everywhere...?
her hands help when she wants them to and clench when she doesn't
her hands twine with kris', guiding them both through a puzzle she would've ordinarily waited to see solved first
her hands push flowery away
they swat at him, also!
her fingers pluck up the drink vouchers, eyes gleaming at her favorite among them
they help themselves to a bit of cheese, purely on a whim of taste
her palms cast an offensive spell for susie, instinct overriding a lifetime of learned passivity
and... loveliest of all... her hands fall naturally to her sides. loose and comfortable. tasked with nothing whatsoever, only where they happen to be.
in the wake of it all, ralsei kneels by the water, palms pressed together, praying like begging, begging like praying - doggedly convinced this is the far shore of who she can be.
and if the water answers at all, it does so with a reflection. one whose hands protected and defied. the change plain to any with eyes.
…you'd think a prophecy would know a better knot than that, wouldn't you?
ralsei's none the wiser. ask her, and she'd vehemently insist she can't alter a thing - least of all herself. but why ask at all? just take a gander at those mitts; they tell you plenty.
save some faith and belief for yourself, too, princess
48 hours. Absolute zero. Only 4 days left.
The clock is ticking down on the $700 needed, and my mom is literally fighting for her next breath in the ICU while we hit a wall.
Please, donate right now if you can, or share my post immediately so it can reach someone who can help before it’s too late.
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🚨 URGENT UPDATE: 27 hours passed with ZERO donations. Only 23 hours left.
We are still $621 short for my mom’s treatment. Let me be clear: without this care, my mom will not survive. Please donate now or share immediately before it’s too late.
So every year, my aquarium does a captive lobster hatchery project (hence all the loblings). The reason we’re doing it is because in the wild, loblings only have a 1 in 25,000 chance of surviving their larval phase. They’re plankton as babies and everything eats them. Additionally, as the Gulf of Maine warms, they are having even lower survival rates because the blooms of copepods they feed on as babies are happening earlier in the year, and they’re missing it.
Obviously, the goal of this experiment is to grow the lobsters until they’re big enough to settle to the seabed and then release them, because they have a much higher likelihood of surviving to adulthood when they’re able to hide. Ideally, captive lobster hatcheries can boost the wild population and keep things stable, so we don’t have a major crash in a decade or two.
The first year we tried this was pretty bad. We had a lot of eggs, but very few babies. It turned out that the CO2 levels in the building spiked as more guests visited throughout the summer, and that settled into the water and threw off the pH and caused a chemical reaction that prevented a lot of the eggs from hatching. I think we ended up releasing three baby lobsters (which is still better than their wild survival rate but not great).
The second year was a little better. We added a de-gasser to the aquarium and got a ton of larval lobsters, but right as they were settling to the bottom we had a disease outbreak that killed most of them. We ended up releasing four babies at the end of the season.
But this year? Oh boy. We have so many lobsters that we had to release the first round early (usually we wait till September or October so guests can see them). We just released a total of FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE baby lobsters, and we still have over a hundred who haven’t settled to the bottom yet. I genuinely don’t even have words to explain how cool this is. OVER FIVE HUNDRED. We just added hundreds of lobsters to the wild population that wouldn’t have been there otherwise.