I’ll never admit it to people outside but damn it I finally got the rest of my fucking order. I get to watch this show and think about historical events and how things played out. Besides the fact that Canada in S1 is season bc all their achievements were due to the fact they were part of the UK commonwealth so anything they did the Brits took credit for. But do people forget the reason why the Geneva conventions exists is because of the unforeseen atrocities the Canadians did during WWI.
They were TOO efficient with trench breaches. TOO efficient.
Anyways watch the Olympics and see the American men’s hockey team get haunted by ghosts.
Btw yes I knoooooow this isn’t all of it, I have all of them on my shelf this was my recent order lol lol. Waited to weeks for this to arrive.
Same day Phan was official. I had finally been comfortable with my sexuality.
I felt like the societal push for heteronormative relationships and where I lived was really important. The thing was.
I hated men even romantically. I felt never satisfied and always wanted a woman. Even wishing they were a woman. Even the dreams I have in finding a partner (hated using boyfriend too) wanted an egalitarian relationship. We both split chores and love each other. My life goals were also, unfortunately stereotypically gay, no matter how much the bi label I slapped on it. I’m just one Subaru purchase and kayak trip away from being a constant stereotype.
I have also been friends with men and never wanted to seek out them romantically even if I did, didn’t feel great. I love my male friends but never wished for more. When it came to my female friends, I would discuss in detail bout how I found women attractive but never pursue. It felt like the overlooming societal need to find a male partner was needed. But I realized, I do not and will not need a man for companionship, a fellowship friendship instead.
I made dis I like making things when I don’t study. Also wanted a very specific item but no table could suffice eventually I will make it out of real wood.
🌍 Gaza is starving to death — and the world must not stay silent.
❗This is not just a headline. It’s our reality.
No food. No medicine. No safe place left.
We cry out in every language, hoping someone hears us:
غزة تموت جوعاً
Gaza is starving to death
Gaza meurt de faim
Gaza se muere de hambre
Gaza verhungert
Gaza sta morendo di fame
Газа умирает от голода
加沙正在饿死
ガザは飢えで死にかけている
가자는 굶어 죽어가고 있다
Gazze açlıktan ölüyor
गाज़ा भूख से मर रहा है
Gaza está morrendo de fome
Gaza sekarat karena kelaparan
غزہ بھوک سے مر رہا ہے
غزه از گرسنگی در حال مرگ است
Η Γάζα πεθαίνει από την πείνα
Gaza svälter ihjäl
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(#167 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) (but we had to make a new gfm campaign cuz our old organizer stopped contacting us).
Currently a student and working as well so how do I find time to write notes? Idk. But I will say I don’t have a desk. I use a clip board I bought at target. My entire desk set up is on the floor. However my notes look nice.
I recently got a floor chair which now helps my posture and I highly recommend focusing friend by Hank green to really focus on my stuff.
Yes I also use different pen colors. I use a .35 mm in black that I bought in Amazon, thin tips make really good for my detail art. ANNNNNND a holy grail of pilot precise V5 extra fine, pens. I’m also left handed so everything dries relatively fast.
Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next
There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
Few days had passed by and I felt like something with wrong with my cat. Typically more high energy, a chaser, aggressor and abuser to me and the other cat.
But suddenly he stopped eating food.
One thing about my cat is he has a nickname of fatass for a reason. He loves food, will hide his food from other cats and will just even eat MY food. He also is very preferential of the type of wet food he eats. The fact he wasn’t eating that sent red flags down my spine.
Decided to go to work anyway but couldn’t shake the feeling something was off. Hours pass through my shift and something in me had the worry of “what if he is unresponsive” an emergency vet visit would be too late.
So, I explained my worries and left work. He was laying on my bed, lethargic barely able to even greet me and I readied the cage. He went in without a fight which made me panic even more.
We got to the emergency vet at they had no room for us. So they had to take him in without me. I waited in my car afraid, talking to my friend on the phone and trying to cool it. I have no funds for this. I do however sign up for care credit. (RIP credit score). I waited and waited and they called me telling me they needed an x ray. What could that mean I thought genuinely worried it could be asthma, cancer or a respiratory virus.
Minutes feel like hours and I am able to finally get a room for me and my cat. He isn’t there. The doctor knocks on the door going through the x rays with me.
The SCANNNNS ARE CLEAN.
Problem isn’t solved though he was not eating. They discuss what other potential it could be and say it may be a polyp.
More time passes and they come back with new information. It is indeed a polyp. They explain that he needs to be sedated and they will remove it. As they are doing what they do they come back and tell me the procedure went well considering he ATE the polyp.
Anyways he has been feeling better and doing much better. He does try to greet me but only a lil squeak comes out. I am indebted but it’s worth it. My best friend feels better.
Do not waste your tears over fascists. "He was somebody's this, he was somebody's that". Michael Brown was someone's son, and so was Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Emmett Till. Sandra Bland was someone's daughter, and so was Breonna Taylor, while she slept. Sonya Massey, too, was someone's baby girl. Latasha Harlins was someone's baby. Martin Luther King Jr was somebody's son, husband and father, and yet the FBI killed him. Fred Hampton, Malcolm X, Patrice Lumumba. Hind Rajab, someone's baby. Khaled Nabhan, and his granddaughter, soul of his soul. Refaat Alareer. And on and on and on, every martyr, every Black and Palestinian person whose been told over and over again how cheap our blood is, how NOTHING our life is. I do not weep over the death of white supremacist, I fucking cheer. One less of them means a Black or brown child can live another day.
There is more about this man than the Colorado high shoot coverage. For children it’s an average Tuesday in America. Now when the majority sees one of their own harmed, media circles. Where was this when Adrianna Smith was used as a human incubator? Where was that outrage? Or Sandra Bland? How about Melissa Hortman? The flags are half mast for him but not a public official. It also comes out that the shooter was white. White on white crime. Not gang violence. A man from a family of supporters who toted guns. Not a trans person. A cis, white, republican man. Who will they point the finger at now.
