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“The medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage.
The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down “dragons” with short spears next year.
Drone owners have another year to develop a unique “dragon-like” design for their flying machines.” (x)
I am 100% cooler with this knowing that the spear-thrower realized “oops maybe I shouldn’t have done that” and tried to make it right, and that the guy who the drone belonged to was cool with it
Israel has not honored the ceasefire for a single moment.
It has completely ignored President Trump’s peace plan, operating without restraint and entirely outside the bounds of any law, doing exactly as it pleases.
My brother Samer is racing against time. From a life-threatening coma due to a lack of bipolar medication to severe injuries from a devastating bombing. He is now caught between waiting for urgent medical travel and struggling to survive on limited medications.
Welcome to Hungary, we have "cube cheese" (kockasajt) which is triangle shaped and comes in a round container. Oh and has a bear dressed as a waiter on the cover. Because we can.
visualisation for reference - the one and only Mackó sajt - here you go @eldraftsman
Sinca Mackó was a great hit, we have it's big brother Medve and many more copycats and laterunners into this style of questionably preserved food - the taste is iconic though - with as many flavors as we can imagine (paprika, salami, green herbs, onions, bacon etc etc)
it's mostly creamy so you can spread it on bread as butter or any other cream-cheese -
but it's also solid enough to just bite it on its own if you don't have the time to create a sandwich. so yeah - just enjoy.
🇺🇸🍔In a Latin American comic group, we did an exercise where we turned our characters into characters from a digital circus (I'm not spelling it correctly because I don't want to clutter search results).
Kraken became Flufo and Lita became Punch.
🇲🇽🌮En un grupo de comic latino se hizo la dinamica de convertir a nuestros personajes en personajes del circo digital (no lo escribo bien porque no quiero ensuciar las busquedas).
The moment Thomas touched the glass encasing, he felt it. Boundless wrath like he had never seen before, now directed towards him alone.
"ANSWER ME, HUMAN!! WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE IS NAIA!?"
The sensation was fulminant. The fisherman, already drained from the prior experience, had trouble standing up.
"My name is T-Thomas. Fr-from the Morrison family."
Atarga took a moment to process his words. "MoRRisoN? LikE BArThoLoMew MoRRiSoN? The MaN wHo bRouGht DeaTh to The SeaS AroUnD us?" Her voice changed into a serene tone that didn't mask her murder intent "WhaT DiD yOu Do? WheRe iS NaIa? SPEAK!"
"Please, listen to me! I've come in her behalf! She's on the sea nearby!"
"Don'T TrY to pLaY TriCks on me. WhY wouLd ShE eVeR woRk wiTh the LiKes of YoU!? "
Whit the pressure increasing, Thomas could feel his face wound opening up.
"She wants to help you! She's bound by blood with me!"
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Apenas tocó la cubierta de vidrio, Thomas sintió una ira descontrolada como jamás había visto. Ira completamente encaminada en su dirección.
"¡RESPONDE, HUMANO! ¿QUIEN ERES?¿DÓNDE ESTÁ NAIA?"
La sensación era fulminante. El pescador, ya agotado por la experiencia anterior, tenia problemas para mantenerse en pie.
"S-soy Thomas. D-de la f-familia Morrison." Respondió, tratando de mantener la compostura.
Atarga procesó lo dicho por un momento "¿MoRRiSoN?¿CoMo BArThoLoMew MoRRiSoN? ¿EL HomBre QuE traJo MueRte A Los MareS de aLreDedoR?" Su voz cayo en un tono sereno, pero con una clara intención de muerte detrás "¿QuÉ HaS HecHo? ¿DóNde EstA NaIa? ¡HABLA!"
"¡Por favor, escúchame! !Naia está en el mar cerca de aquí, me envió de su parte!"
"No TraTes de EngÑarMe. ¿PoR QuÉ NaIA traBaJaRía Con Los TuYos?"
La presión se intensificaba. Thomas podía sentir el tajo en su rostro sangrar.
"¡Trata de ayudarte! ¡Hizo un pacto de sangre conmigo!"
i think there is a difference between a knowingly flawed character and a thematically uncomfortable character and knowing the difference is half the battle
"WiLL YoU AnsWeR me, Human? WhO aRe YoU? WheRe iS NaiA?" said the voice behind the crystal.
Thomas stood silent. He couldn't even begin to understand what was in front of his eyes. Or rather, one part of his mind refused to.
Those scales, once bright like a rainbow, now stood opaque over shriveled, stetched skin. The fins were so damaged you wouldn't be able to tell which one was the tail. The once lively, once lovely face of the mermaid was forced into a perpetual rictus through nails and strings.
Inside the crystal chimney, he could see bones. They were arranged in such a way the skull went through the base of the wick. And where the flame should be, laid the soul, more vivid than any other. Thomas almost felt he could see it with the naked eye. No way to hide such rage and agony.
"I...gods, what the... what did they do to you?" Thomas extended his hand to the crystal, trying to reach for her.
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"¿PoR QuÉ No ResPoNdeS, HuManO? ¿QuiÉn eReS? ¿DónDe EsTá NaiA?" dijo la voz tras el cristal.
Thomas se quedó en silencio. Aún no podía comprender lo que veían sus ojos. O mejor dicho, parte de su mente se rehusaba a hacerlo.
Esas escamas, alguna vez brillantes como un arcoíris, se veían opacas sobre una piel estirada y seca. Las aletas estaban en tan mal estado que no sabrías cual era la cola. Ese rostro alguna vez alegre y encantador yacía en un rictus perpetuo, forzado a través de clavos e hilos.
Dentro de la chimenea de cristal, podía ver huesos. Estaban puestos de tal manera que el cráneo quedaba en la base del mechero. Y donde debía ir la llama, estaba esa alma, tan vívida que Thomas pensaba que se veía a simple vista. No había forma de ocultar semejante rabia y agonía.
"Yo... dioses, pero que... ¿Qué te hicieron?" Thomas extendió su mano, tratando de alcanzarla a través del cristal.
I know it's very common for winter to make people miserable or lethargic, but for me I find that it's honestly the opposite? winter makes me feel refreshed and alive. summer makes me feel like a slug being steamed gyozastyle. when the first autumn breeze graces my sluggy skin I will be rejuvenated and live forever
thank you SO MUCH for reminding me about [feature of patriarchy] and [problem caused by lack of kids' sex ed] random tumblr user in the notes! louder for those in the back!
I’m writing this to explain our situation in Gaza as clearly and honestly as possible, without exaggeration.
Right now, daily life is unstable in every aspect. There is no reliable access to electricity. When it is available, it’s only for short and unpredictable periods. Charging phones or using basic devices has become difficult, which also limits communication and access to information.
Water is a constant concern. Clean drinking water is not always available, and when we find it, we have to store and use it very carefully. In many cases, people rely on limited or unsafe sources. This directly affects health, especially for children.
Food is also limited. There is no normal access to markets or regular supplies. Meals are simple and often not enough. People are not choosing what to eat they are taking whatever is available just to get through the day.
Housing is one of the biggest challenges. Many families, including ours, are no longer living in proper homes. Instead, they stay in temporary shelters or tents. These conditions are difficult: high temperatures during the day, cold at night, no real protection, and no privacy. Sleeping is irregular, and rest is limited.
Healthcare is extremely hard to access. Hospitals are overwhelmed, and basic medical supplies are not always available. Even minor health issues can become serious because treatment is delayed or unavailable.
There is also continuous psychological pressure. The uncertainty is constant. People do not know what will happen next, where they might have to move, or how conditions will change. This affects both adults and children on a daily basis.
This campaign is for Anas’ family. The goal is simple: to secure basic needs like food, water, and safer temporary shelter. There is no unnecessary request here only essential support to get through this situation.
Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a real difference in covering these needs.
If you can help, please consider donating.If you can’t, sharing this may help reach someone who can.
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