The drivers side window of my car won’t roll up and I need to get it fixed because it is way too cold for me to reasonably leave it as is. I’m hoping to be able to get it fixed on Monday (or as soon as humanly possible).
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You know, as the concept of “zombifying fungi” becomes more and more popular, I notice it still referred to everywhere as like a “brain parasite.” So I guess a lot of people overlooked or forgot how in 2019 it was discovered that cordyceps and other similar fungal parasites leave the brain and nervous system completely untouched. They only control the muscles. They use chemical signals to make the muscles flex in real time where they want to go :)
I am Mohammad Taysir, 34 years old, a Palestinian living in Gaza. I am married to Basma, and we have two children: Joud, who is 3 years old, and Yazan, who is 2 and a half. I am writing to you from the heart of destruction and suffering in palestine
Our lives used to be normal, filled with hope and hard work, until war came and destroyed everything.
Hello,
I am Mohammad Taysir, 34 years old, a Palestinian living in Gaz… Mohammed Alanqar needs your support for Save My Family from the War
Before the war, I worked as a mobile programmer, and my wife was a schoolteacher. We had many aspirations and lived a simple yet happy life, dreaming of a bright future for our children.
Hello,
I am Mohammad Taysir, 34 years old, a Palestinian living in Gaz… Mohammed Alanqar needs your support for Save My Family from the War
The war came and changed everything. Our home was destroyed, we lost our jobs, and we became homeless.
We tried to flee to safer areas in search of security. But safety in Gaza has become nearly impossible. Death and destruction are everywhere, and our children live in an endless nightmare. Opportunities for education and entertainment have vanished, and basic necessities are scarce. We are suffering from poverty and despair.
We are now searching for an opportunity to live in a safe place outside Gaza. However, this is very costly, and we are in desperate need of your support. We want to provide a dignified life and a better future for our children. We believe that humanity and compassion still exist, and that there are those who will respond to our desperate plea.
Every donation, no matter how small — $5 or $10, or 50$ will have a significant impact on our lives. Your contributions will help us cover the costs of travel and living in a safe country. We want to start a new life away from fear and destruction, giving our children a chance to dream and hope again.
Hello,
I am Mohammad Taysir, 34 years old, a Palestinian living in Gaz… Mohammed Alanqar needs your support for Save My Family from the War
Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive 🕊️🇵🇸✌️ I Samer Abu Ras, iam reaching out to you with a heartfelt humanitarian appeal, after the ongoing war in Gaza has cast its dark shadow over my life and the lives of my family. Our lives were once filled with peace and stability before the onset of this catastrophe, but now, we find ourselves living in a situation described as nothing short of tragic.
Please note that the conversion rate is
1 USD =10 SEK
10$ = 100 SEK
50$= 500 SEK
100$= 1000 SEK
200$= 2000 SEK
Hello,
My name is Nimr Aburass, resident of Sweden. I am launching th… Nimr Aburass needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals f
My wife, Shurooq, our three children, and I are now homeless, without a source of income, and without hope for the future. My family and I have lost our businesses and our home due to the war, and we now have nothing left but the cold streets and troubled hearts.
My children are suffering greatly as a result of these horrific events. They have lost the security and stability they once enjoyed and are now facing new health and psychological challenges that threaten their lives. As a father and husband, I feel powerless in my ability to provide adequate protection and care for them.
My child, who is a year and a half old, is experiencing hardships far beyond his tender age. Since the war broke out, we had to flee our home and seek refuge in a tent in a displacement camp. My child lives in extremely difficult conditions, deprived of safety and stability. The tent does not provide adequate protection from harsh weather, and food and medicine are scarce. My child suffers from malnutrition and illness, lacking basic healthcare. He cannot play or grow in a healthy and suitable environment. My only dream is to see him grow up in a safe place full of opportunities
In the face of difficult circumstances, Samer Abu Ras and his family find themselves facing serious challenges in their daily lives. They reside in a modest tent lacking comfort and security, suffering from a shortage of clean water and food, and encountering difficulties in accessing necessary healthcare. Despite these challenges, they continue to express hope and resilience in confronting adversity, holding onto hope for a better tomorrow and a return to a more stable and secure life.
@hualianisms
I appeal to you today, dear friends, to extend to me a helping hand in escaping this hell. Regardless of the size of the donation, every drop of generosity will contribute to alleviating our suffering and rebuilding our lives anew.
We need your help to secure the funds necessary to travel away from these destructive wars and seek a safe and stable environment where we can build a better future for our children.
Let us stand together in these difficult times and let hope triumph over despair by providing support and assistance to those in dire need. Let us be part of the solution and build a better future for ourselves and future generations.
Thank you for listening and for the potential generosity of your giving, and for your generous donations that will change the lives of my family for the better.
أنا، سامر أبو راس، أتوجه إليكم بنداء إنساني مؤثر، بعد أن ألقت الحرب الدائرة في غزة بظلالها القاتمة على حياتي وحياة عائلتي. كانت حياتنا مليئة بالسلام والاستقرار قبل بداية هذه الكارثة، لكن الآن، نحن نعيش في وضع يوصف بأنه مأساوي.
أنا، وزوجتي شروق، وأطفالنا الثلاثة، نعيش الآن بدون مأوى، بلا مصدر دخل، وبلا أمل في المستقبل. فقد خسرت عائلتي وأنا أعمالنا ومنزلنا بسبب الحرب، ولم يتبق لدينا الآن سوى الشوارع الباردة والقلوب المتألمة.
أطفالي يعانون كثيرًا جراء هذه الأحداث المروعة، فقد فقدوا الأمان والاستقرار الذي كانوا يتمتعون به، وأصبحوا يواجهون تحديات صحية ونفسية جديدة تهدد حياتهم. أنا كأب وزوج، أشعر بالعجز تجاه قدرتي على توفير الحماية والرعاية الكافية لهم.
أناشدكم اليوم، أيها الأصدقاء الأعزاء، بأن تمدوا لي يد العون والمساعدة في الخروج من هذا الجحيم. بغض النظر عن حجم التبرع، فإن كل قطرة من العطاء ستساهم في تخفيف معاناتنا وإعادة بناء حياتنا من جديد.
نحن بحاجة إلى مساعدتكم لتأمين المبلغ اللازم للسفر بعيدًا عن هذه الحروب المدمرة، والبحث عن بيئة آمنة ومستقرة يمكننا فيها بناء مستقبل أفضل لأطفالنا.
لنكن معًا في هذه الظروف الصعبة، ولنجعل الأمل يتغلب على اليأس، من خلال تقديم الدعم والمساعدة لأولئك الذين يحتاجونها بشكل ماسي. فلنكن سويًا جزءًا من الحل، ولنبني مستقبلًا أفضل لنا ولأجيالنا القادمة.
شكرًا لكم على الاستماع وعلى العطاء المحتمل، ولتبرعاتكم الكريمة التي ستغير حياة عائلتي إلى الأفضل.
My illustration for @novaandmali's And They Were Monsters art book! This project was so much fun to be a part of, and I'm excited to share the full version! 🥰
The book celebrates monsters and their lovers, inspired by old movie posters and campy pulp fiction.
israelis love being like "how dare you accuse us of this crime? this is so unthinkable. we would never do that. we investigated, have fabricated fake evidence, and have found this claim baseless."
only to immediately commit the exact same crime they were accused of again, but this time with zero pretense
works cited:
israel killing journalists:
- how dare you accuse us of killing a journalist? (shireen abu akleh)
- we investigated and found this claim baseless
- israel killing over 95 palestinian journalists in gaza
israel bombing hospitals:
- how dare you accuse us of bombing a hospital? (al-ahli hospital bombing)
- we investigated and found this claim baseless
- israel bombing multiple hospitals in gaza and then shelling and invading the rest
israel killing starving palestinians trying to get food:
- how dare you accuse us of shooting palestinians trying to get food? (flour massacre)
- we investigated and found this claim baseless
- israel killing palestinians trying to get food again two days later
worth noting also in every single case not only is the original accusation always proven true, albeit to much less fanfare from western media that originally amplified the israeli denial, but it's occasionally proven indisputably true after they've already done it again. just really impressive levels of "what were you gonna do about it, anyway?"
I couldn't resist joining in on the adorable Korrasami Secret Cupid event hosted by @thewillowtree3!
And guess what? Today's the big reveal! Hey there, @creepy-scrawl, surprise! I'm your Secret Cupid!
Your request for "an excuse for a tender kiss" and "a pinning loving goodbye kiss... fluff fluff fluff" got me all excited. I poured my heart into making something special, and I hope it brings you as much joy as I had creating it! 💕
I wish you’d write a fic where Seven enjoys breakfast at non breakfast times
Ask and you shall receive!
Fic is posted to ao3 and under the cut
Raffi walked through the trailer doors, kicking off her shoes and sighing. She started to look for Seven, finding her in the kitchen having dinner.
As she got closer, Raffi realized Seven was actually having breakfast, noting the relatively large helping of scrambled eggs on her plate and the empty glass next to it. “Hey honey,” Raffi said, wrapping her arms around Seven’s waist from behind and kissing her temple.
Seven replied, “Hey you,” a soft smile forming on her face. Raffi sat down next to her. “Breakfast for dinner?” Raffi asked, and Seven nodded. She enjoyed the repetitive motion of cooking, finding it very soothing. It didn’t hurt that she also really likes breakfast foods. “I made some extra if you’d like,” Seven offered.
Raffi thought for a moment; she didn’t want to take any of Seven’s food but she shook off the thought. Seven had offered and it wasn’t as though there was any shortage of eggs. So she made herself a plate.
—
Seven loved breakfast foods and lately she’d been on an egg kick. Raffi had come home every night the past week to Seven either eating eggs or in the middle of cooking them. Raffi didn’t mind it — if it made Seven happy and wasn’t hurting anyone, she really couldn’t give a shit — but after the third day, she started to get concerned about it.
“Hey Seven…” Raffi started one night. “I noticed you’ve been eating mostly eggs the past few days. Which is fine,” Raffi offered quickly, “but I worry about you getting all the nutrients you need.” Seven nodded slowly; truthfully, that thought hadn’t even crossed her mind.
“Perhaps I should have a nutritional supplement as well?” Seven offered. Raffi nodded, “That would be great.” Seven replicated one, sitting back down to drink it. Raffi felt her shoulders drop, the tension she didn’t realize they were holding fading away.
—
When they’d both finished eating, Raffi took their plates and started to hand wash them; it wasn’t necessary, but Raffi found it grounding. Seven paced behind Raffi as she finished up the dishes, a soft clicking accompanying her steps.
Raffi finished the dishes and walked up to Seven. “What’s up?” She said, and Seven looked almost sheepish. “The other night… when you said it was fine… are you sure?” Seven said, looking at Raffi’s curls and following them with her eyes from top to bottom.
Raffi tilted her head, reaching out her hand and waiting for Seven to bridge the gap. When she did, Raffi squeezed them gently.
“I’m absolutely sure. My only concern was your health and nutrition. If eggs are the only thing that sound good right now, then you should have them. No question. Hell, I wouldn’t care if you never ate another food again,” Raffi chuckled playfully, and Seven looked up at her as she continued, her gaze darting between each of Raffi’s eyes.
“The last thing I want is for you to feel like you need to do anything differently or like you have to be embarrassed while I’m around. All that matters to me is that you’re happy and healthy. I don’t care about anything else. And I’ll remind you of that as many times as you need me to. Okay?” Seven nodded, a shy smile on her face. Raffi kissed her forehead. “Can we lay down?” Seven said softly. Raffi smiled. “Always.”
