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so my niece is a costume designer for TV and theatre and shes currently working on the new sunrise on the reaping movie set and I got so overwhelmed with pride for her. we're both only 6 months apart in age and when we were 13 we begged our mums to go to the midnight showing of the hunger games. and now shes a costumer for the same franchise we were huge fans of as kids. I thought I'd be jealous but instead im just so proud of her

ferigrievance

consuming mass amounts of media related to my hyperfixation isnt enough i need to eat it

totally-a-wizard

Christians with the Eucharist.

ferigrievance

this is the funniest fucking reply ive gotten on this post everyone go home

#my inner catholic school kid made me reblog this

notcaptainjack

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Israel has KIDNAPPED 497 PEOPLE from 46 COUNTRIES from the Global Sumud Flotilla

This is a HUMANITARIAN MISSION, now it has become a global kidnapping by Israel

woman-becomer

tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it

interpolationz

this is one of my favorite bits about tumblr

the users seem to actually prefer text posts to anything else, and treat it as a chore to play a video especially with sound

lazzarella

#literally coming back to tumblr after like three years #simply bc i miss reading text posts

innerchildabortionclinic

I could thrive in a fish tank I think

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kosmogrl

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

pornbot19-deactivated20251127

Friday I’m in love

maybe i should come back to this blog lol

charlesoberonn

So Trump's DOJ is suing the state of Washington because WA's new mandated reporting law says that clergy (among many other professions) are legally obligated to report ongoing child abuse if they know about it. And the Christofascists in the Trump regime call that "anti-catholic"

And all I can think of is this iconic post

charlesoberonn

i-am-a-fish

can somebody who is really good at assassinating please just try their best

nadinfamily

🕊️ Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future

Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.

Then the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.

We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.

But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.

We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.

🧡 How You Can Help

This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.

My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.

If you can spare anything, it will help us:

Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal

Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none

My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.

🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me

I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.

They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. If you can give — thank you. And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.

sajagz

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

shed-some-light

reminders for today:

if you or someone you know might need it in the next few years, purchase plan b. the shelf life of plan b is 4 years, and we might not be able to access it as easily as we can now in the days ahead.

if you are larger/plus size: go online and purchase ella instead of plan b. plan b is less effective if you aren’t under 160 pounds.

if you can, purchase books that project 2025 is looking to ban.

mass deportations are starting. if you see ice vehicles or agents, yell ice raid and la migra as loud as you can.

if someone asks who you voted for, keep your mouth shut. they’re fishing for traitors.

if anyone, anyone at all asks about your neighbors or their legal status in the us, you know nothing. don’t be the reason that their family is separated.

if anyone asks about your religion or lack thereof, keep it vague. this administration will look for any excuse to persecute you.

your friends are trans or queer? for the next four years they’re not. don’t expose anyone’s status as a trans or queer person to anyone else, even if you think you can trust them.

did someone you know get an abortion? no, they didn’t. they were never pregnant.

in short, don’t be a snitch, and keep to yourself these next four years. we’ll make it through this even if it seems hopeless at times.

this is all i can think of at the moment, but i’ll be adding on to this as the day continues.

we can survive this. we’ve survived before, and we’ll survive again.

heyitsphoenixx

the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent

guerrillatech

an-autistic-with-personhood

noctumsolis

Every household appliance should follow the same philosophy as GNU software: one thing well.

A toaster should toast things, without breaking down due to thermal cycling.

It should not make a table of what was toasted and when.

A refrigerator should maintain a low temperature, without burning out its motor.

It should not build an inventory and communicate it to a corporation.

An oven should maintain a user-specified high temperature, without starting a fire.

It should not measure the weight of its contents and give dietary advice.

But most of all, none of these things should connect to the internet [of things]. They should be as dumb and robust as possible. They should be future proof by virtue of having no compatibility requirements beyond

energy source and

physical dimensions.

There's a sewing machine in front of me that was built in the mid fifties. Its only compatibility requirements are the physical dimensions of needle and bobbin, and a 230VAC power supply. It is perfectly reliable after more than sixty years and should still be in another sixty. It's solid metal and might well be operable for centuries with very little maintenance. I doubt that the same could be said of modern machines full of plastic and microprocessors.

tl;dr I'm a tech person and I endorse OP's message.