I can’t feel my hands or feet anymore. The cold is destroying us, the storms won’t stop, and the shelter gives no protection. My family is shaking, my mother is in pain there is no warmth, no safety.
$25 from 20 people could decide if we survive tonight. Please help now. If you can’t donate, share don’t scroll past while we freeze.
I can’t speak for other social media webbed sites but I really enjoy how tumblr seems to just completely spin a wheel on whatever media is hot right now. Like yeah sometimes it’s a new show that’s big and actively coming out but also sometimes there will be a solid month where half my dash is Columbo memes. Defy authority. Get really into an book from the 1800s. Watch shows that haven’t aired in 40 years. Celebrate the anniversary of the Boston Molasses Flood. Become unmarketable
I love nonfiction that I simply cannot relate to at all. "it's easy to get addicted to buying fast fashion! I used to spend thousands of dollars on it a year!" okay. you're a space alien.
"survey finds that the average person in the UK only wears a piece of clothing 7 times" what are you talking about. what are you fucking talking about. who are these people and in what world are they average.
ngl, I'm beginning to take issue with how in conversations about anti-intellectualism almost automatically, the face of girls and women will be slapped on the problem.
everyone give thanks to the middle eastern and north african people of over ten thousand years ago for domesticating the african wildcat and providing the entire world with some of the best pets ever 🙏🙏🙏 it was probably the best idea any human has ever had.
Y'know, one of the things I like about Tumblr compared to other social media sites is that old content is still in circulation. Which means that however much AI generated content is out there, at least I can glance at a post's timestamp and conclude that the cute cat video from 2017 is unlikely to be fake
you'd think that "inhuman thing that isn't a person but speaks like a person and talking to it will slowly drive you mad" would only be found in folktales and fables and so on. but no. chatgpt
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.
Soulslike boss where when you get them below 20% hit points it triggers a taunt where they refer to themselves in the third person, and the name they say is completely different from the label on the on-screen health bar. The game immediately pauses, buffers, then displays a popup informing you that someone else's health bar has been shown in error and apologising for the inconvenience. The depleted health bar is then replaced with the correct (full) health bar, and the fight resumes.
My mother is all into homesteading and off-grid living videos right now. Every time I check up on her, this is what she wants to talk about.
It gives her a sense of peace and purpose I guess. Which is good, she’s been struggling to find that with her injuries and condition. She’s learning skills, and feeling prepared for “the worst”. Like I can’t get her to stop watching conspiracy theory bullshit on YouTube so at least this kind of content alleviates some of the anxiety the other content amplifies, because she feels like she can do something now to secure her safety later.
But to get through these conversations, I have to tell myself— hey, if natural disaster comes our way, some of this might be useful. But I know she’s not just thinking a big storm or natural disaster. She’s preparing for the collapse of society. And I don’t know how to break it to her that we wouldn’t survive that. You can make long lasting candles with crisco? Cool. Where you going to by crisco when society collapses? You’ll stock up now? Ok cool. What will you do when it runs out? Honestly, before it runs out, what will you do when people with guns come to take your various stockpiled supplies?
If we hit a point where society collapses, we’re done for. Food, medicine, etc. we can’t survive without society, without a world where people are working together trying to help each other out.
So, I’ll go through with this shit in the name of natural disaster preparedness, and because it helps her. But that’s as far as I’m willing to put energy into it. I refuse to prepare for, bet on, or hope for the collapse of society. I’d rather spend my energy trying to prevent society collapsing, what little part I can play in that. I’d rather spend my energy supporting people in my community. I’d rather work and build towards a better future, not prepare for the worst.
OP, if your mother is physically able to do the following, I strongly suggest it:
Get her into a fibercraft. Sewing, knit, crochet. Because here’s the thing:
At first, you can pitch it as “we’re all still gonna need clothes and these idiots with their doomsday bunkers can’t even thread a needle.” But after awhile—let this take a bit of time, not so long that she gets bored but long enough that she’s like “I’ve DONE this already”—introduce her to a slightly more advanced concept. She was practicing on circle skirts? Check out how to make darts. Crochet blankets? There are SO MANY cool stitches.
And then when the craft has a decent grip as a hobby….THEN you introduce her to a crafting social group.
One of the best ways to stop people falling down a conspiracy theory rabbit hole is to make sure they have active and diverse community, and being able to make tangible things has been shown to have a positive influence on mental health. If cost is a concern, I literally have spare crochet hooks I could send you to get her started and all I’d ask for them is cost of postage, which is like. Maybe three bucks. You can even find halfway decent yarn at the dollar store now. It’s not amazingly high quality, but it’s good enough for practice and learning.
I cannot recommend the above enough. My dad is a prepper and was falling in with a militia. Like the white supremacy militias.
So I started casually mentioning i wanted to do Search and Rescue- knowing my father is incredibly competitive and will try and out do me.
I was all "but we can't rely on the government to find people!"
Now he has been on 6 different tours in the US. He is a field commander and the most successful in state history.
He independently made a partnership with a Black and Missing coalition and partners with them on searches for Black Ohio and.
He called me the other day so proud he has " a Trans and a nonbinary whatever that is" on his search team. So is he perfect? No. But now he isn't toting a gun around and threatening people.
He's getting better. Sure he built a secret bunker in the basement. But he's recovered multiple bodies and reunited people with loved ones.
Sure we still can't have a conversation without him divulging into some bigoted speak here and there.
But he's been lead in recovering teens trafficked from our state and successfully recovered them in Georgia in 10 hours.
Sure he isn't perfect. But he didn't fall completely and maybe he will become even better on his own.
The secret is: is they aren't going to become themselves again but you can help them not crumble completely. You can still have your parent even if they are a bit.. ahhhh.... hurtful. But they aren't hurting anyone and that's the important part.
Part of the reason people (particularly white people) of a certain age fall down the doomsday preparation hole into conspiracy theorist is
there is very little community for non-churchgoing white folks.
There is such a push in white culture to get your kids out the door and settled in their own home after you've raised them nearly exclusively alone for 20 years. Your work friends are your work friends. You retire and they don't see you anymore.
You don't go to church? All of the church groups don't see you.
Because the prevalent culture among white people is go it alone. If you're lucky and not divorced, you get your partner, but usually the go it alone is so pervasive that even working as a team with one other person is usually too hard, not to mention the stress of only having one person and how you have no place to vent about that person when needed (and everyone sometimes needs to vent about their loved ones no matter how good the relationship.)
So you get to this place where your culture has led you and you have grown-up kids, no spouse, no friends, and a whole lot of undefinable resentment about your life that you're not supposed to feel.
And this person on youtube comes along and says "Fuck them all, society will collapse any day now."
And you nod along in agreement.
But if you have a hobby, and start making friends from that hobby?
Suddenly that support system vents all of those icky building resentments and you can depend on people and make friends and have relationships and the world doesn't feel so bad.
Honestly, white culture takes a pack animal and puts it in a cage alone and then wonders why so many white people are miserable, racist pricks.
"but including people in the conversation is too hard!"
Unlearning bigotry isn't meant to be easy.
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And no, you being nonbinary or intersex doesn't mean you're magically immune to being exorsexist or intersexist. That is literally not how this works has never been how it works, and never will be how it works.
I hate how individualized trauma is. Like. If you have trauma it’s your responsibility to heal alone where no one else can be bothered by you. Any accommodations, any effort to make the process easier (outside of one on one talk therapy) is seen as “enabling.”
Basically, THC vaporizes at roughly 325 degrees Fahrenheit. (From what I remember) Most baked goods bake at temperatures higher than this. An experienced edibles cook factors this into account, they bake them at lower temperatures for a longer time instead. OP was not an experienced edibles cook and baked them like normal. This is what caused the brownies to smoke themselves.
HOWEVER, when the crust formed, the vapor got trapped inside. Instead of hotboxing the oven, it all stayed inside until OP cut them while piping hot and released it all at once.
rolling snake eyes is a bad thing. being a snake in the grass is a bad thing. being cold-blooded is a bad thing. the english language is so fucking hostile for snakes why do you hate us so bad
he's a painfully honest and sincere oil salesman. he's not selling miracle cures he's telling you exactly what it is. and what it is, is oil. he's got olive oil coconut oil corn oil. every kind of oil you can think of
artist dude: Women are so insane and incomprehensible and mysterious...their ways are fascinating to me A regular human being and every time I write about them I delve into an alien world, fascinating and frightening
Please don’t turn away from us during this critical time. Even the smallest act, sharing this message or making a small donation, can help ease the pain and give my mother a chance to live.
I’m sorry to say this, but if you’re able to help me buy two blankets for my children so they can stay warm. The weather is extremely cold🙏😭
Each one is about 80$😭
"Hi, I'm Nisreen, a mother of three children—Basem, Yaman, and Abdulrahman—from Gaza. We are living under extremely harsh conditions. My children are hungry and in need of urgent help. We lost every thing in the war. My husband was injured in the war and he cannot work. We are living in a state of hunger and displacement. Help me save my children from death. If you can help, do please even if a little, it can make a big difference. 💔🙏"
We are so grateful to everyone who supported us while my sister was in the hospital. Thanks to your prayers and kindness, she is finally home and slowly getting better.🙏💗
But now, we are facing a desperate situation. Our landlord has given us only two weeks to pay the rent of $1,500 or we will have nowhere to go. The weather is bitterly cold, my elderly parents cannot withstand it, and my sister is still too weak to face any stress.😔💔
We don't know what else to do, and we are turning to you with hope in our hearts. Every single donation, no matter how small, will help us keep a roof over our heads and give my family safety and warmth. Please, help us today , your support can save us from the streets and give us hope in this very difficult time.🙏😔💔
Every day we wake up to the same reality: destroyed homes, no safety, no stability, and needs that keep growing. People think the pain paused… but for us, it never did.
Even with a so-called “ceasefire,” nothing has really stopped. The explosions, the drones, the fear — the violations never ended. And our suffering definitely didn’t.
Your support is the only reason many of us manage to keep going.
Your donation 🙏🙏 — no matter how small — can mean medicine, food, warmth, and a little bit of dignity in a life that’s been stripped of everything.
Please, stand with us. Don’t let this struggle fade from the world’s attention.
We still desperately need you to get back on our feet.
guy who sees an angry mob pursuing a single woman in the streets with pitchforks and torches : well I guess I just have to join them in case they're right this time
when i was a kid there was this guy in my neighborhood named Jerry. he was 100 years old for my entire childhood. his house was up on a hill and he had a big porch he sat on all day from sun up to sundown. his front door was always open if it wasn't too cold out and there was a big old fridge/freezer right inside where he kept orange crush in glass bottles and freeze-pops.
kids were allowed to walk right into his house and get treats from the fridge but the rule is we had to sit on the porch while we ate the popsicles or drank the pop and this is how he got us to listen to him talk about random stuff all day.
if parents needed to find us bc we failed to come home when we were supposed to they called him and he could send other kids out looking for us. it'd be like in the creek some other 8 year old would tell you "hey your mom called Jerry. youre supposed to be home."
if you were home sick from school and your parents worked he'd watch you for free & everyone looked out for him. i spent a lot of days napping on his couch when i was little.
idk i know i couldn't be a full-time parent so that's my ideal role in a community one day. old guy babysitter with a porch.
I’m making a map/flowchart for the spamton sweepstakes website
I’m doing this because I plan on guiding my friend through the website for the first time and I think it would be easier to have everything in front of me so I don’t forget anything. problem is, I’m having a hard time connecting everything that I know is there, and suspect I may be missing something as well. hope this chart makes as much sense to you all as it does to me! I will definitely be prettying it up later for other peoples sake. let me know if im missing something, or if the answer to these white ovals genuinely is just “you have to be aware of them and type them in yourself”
Discussions of trans women in sports often focus on elite/professional sports which honestly I find it hard to care about but the more common scenario of “we’re going to legally ban a high school girl from playing sports with her friends because she’s trans” is just profoundly evil
i remember when utah's (republican) governor ended up vetoing a law banning transgender students from playing high school sports when he looked at the numbers, and there were only four trans students in the state playing sports at all. he released a clumsily worded but surprisingly compassionate statement about the decision.
I must admit, I am not an expert on transgenderism. I struggle to understand so much of it, and the science is conflicting. When in doubt, however, I always try to err on the side of kindness, mercy, and compassion. I also try to get proximate, and I am learning so much from our transgender community. They are great kids who face enormous struggles. Here are the numbers that have most impacted my decision: 75,000, 4, 1, 86 and 56.
75,000 high school kids participating in high school sports in Utah.
4 transgender kids playing high school sports in Utah.
1 transgender student playing girls sports.
86% of trans youth reporting suicidality.
56% of trans youth having attempted suicide.
Four kids and only one of them playing girls sports. That’s what all of this is about. Four kids who aren’t dominating or winning trophies or taking scholarships. Four kids who are just trying to find some friends and feel like they are a part of something. Four kids trying to get through each day. Rarely has so much fear and anger been directed at so few. I don’t understand what they are going through or why they feel the way they do. But I want them to live.
of course, it didn't amount to much. they overrode his veto. it's just so cartoonishly evil. an entire state's political body so desperate to terrorize this one little trans girl.
media is when one guy is chasing another with a knife but a tv camera zooms in so it looks like the guy with the knife is being attacked by the guy who’s actually running away. that’s media.
in the contemporary world, the most fundamental human right - and, it often seems, the least protected one - is "being both Allowed and Able to go Somewhere Else." the rest is commentary.
the torments of prison are predicated on Not Letting You Leave. the most terrifying and degrading aspects of childhood are predicated on Not Letting You Leave. misogynists wail and moan and fearmonger about divorce and equal opportunity employment because they Allow Wife To Leave. borders and immigration restrictions exist, in no small part, to Prevent People From Leaving countries where they will be exploited and/or oppressed. fuck you for trying to leave. fuck you for exerting any control over your life whatsoever. that makes you the one at fault, actually.
Time is running out and my wife’s life is in danger
I will not be able to forgive the silence that ignores this human plea
This is not an exaggeration or an attempt to pressure — this is what the doctors have confirmed My wife’s health is deteriorating due to a severe vitamin deficiency and malnutrition and her body can no longer endure any delay
The urgent surgery and treatment are her only chance to survive Every day without support brings us closer to the worst.
I stand helpless beside her watching the woman I love grow weaker before my eyes with nothing left but hope in the kindness of others.
Strong winds and severe weather have torn apart and blown away many displacement tents across different areas of the Gaza Strip. Partially destroyed homes, already weakened by previous bombardment, have collapsed under the force of the storm. This suffering returns with every storm, and life grows harsher for families in Gaza under this bitter cold.
People are left in the streets after their tents were ripped apart. Others are drowning in rainwater.
Is anyone hearing the sound of the wind besides us?
Is anyone drowning in the rain other than Gaza’s children?
Is anyone freezing from the cold besides Gaza’s children?
While children around the world sleep in warmth and safety, completely removed from this brutal cold.
In the midst of this harsh reality, I’m asking you to stand with us.
I can’t feel my hands or feet anymore. The cold is destroying us, the storms won’t stop, and the shelter gives no protection. My family is shaking, my mother is in pain there is no warmth, no safety.
$25 from 20 people could decide if we survive tonight. Please help now. If you can’t donate, share don’t scroll past while we freeze.
Every day we wake up to the same reality: destroyed homes, no safety, no stability, and needs that keep growing. People think the pain paused… but for us, it never did.
Even with a so-called “ceasefire,” nothing has really stopped. The explosions, the drones, the fear — the violations never ended. And our suffering definitely didn’t.
Your support is the only reason many of us manage to keep going.
Your donation 🙏🙏 — no matter how small — can mean medicine, food, warmth, and a little bit of dignity in a life that’s been stripped of everything.
Please, stand with us. Don’t let this struggle fade from the world’s attention.
We still desperately need you to get back on our feet.
I’m shaking from the cold as I write this. The storms won’t stop, and our tent protects us from nothing. My family is freezing, my mother is in pain, and there is no warmth or safety.
$25 from 15 people could save us from this deadly cold. Please help us. If you can’t donate, please share and don’t scroll past in silence.
Time is running out and my wife’s life is in danger
I will not be able to forgive the silence that ignores this human plea
This is not an exaggeration or an attempt to pressure — this is what the doctors have confirmed My wife’s health is deteriorating due to a severe vitamin deficiency and malnutrition and her body can no longer endure any delay
The urgent surgery and treatment are her only chance to survive Every day without support brings us closer to the worst.
I stand helpless beside her watching the woman I love grow weaker before my eyes with nothing left but hope in the kindness of others.
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