Department of Homeland Security had a data breach and now over 3,000 employees info has been released

Database the names and motherfucking faces.

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

 A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

let's live in yuriland where everyone's a dyke

Garlic butter shrimp

To my fellow white people: this is not about it being an annoying way to "censor" the word and that isn't how it caught on or what it was for. Writing "ahh" instead of "ass" became a meme because it's supposed to sound like a "black guy accent."

One of the reasons the democratic party will continue to steadfastly support ICE regardless of public opinion is that its shareholders are terrified of the hundreds of millions of climate migrants of the future and agree with MAGA that the US must become an impenetrable fortress

"OR WOMEN IN GENERAL"???? HELLO

Reblog to bully people who don't like female characters or women in general off the internet.

I downloaded this game: Sword of Justice, an MMO that prided itself on its character customization and this is how dark you can make the skin:

You can have pink eyes with stars in them, but only 9 skin color options 🫤

I need to emphasize that you can change the various sizes, depths, angles, of SEVERAL parts of the face and the body in general. There IS a custom color picker for lipstick, so that means they can have custom colors. They then decided that these nine shades should the full range of skin color.

first assigned reading in my textile history class is about orientalism and the political appropriation of the paisley print and kashmir shawl by the british written by a south asian researcher

"in this essay i would like to offer a way of reading pattern and textile history as political and ideological" sickos yes ha ha ha yes . jpeg

dropbox link to the PDF of the reading i just uploaded bc it's institution paywalled otherwise <3 let me know if you have any issues downloading it

who cares if you don't fully "get" the weird postmodernist novel on your first read, or if the experimental arthouse film is opaque to you on your first viewing? you are not being graded. you are not being scored. there is value in the attempt. every time i've read House of Leaves or watched Blue Velvet, I've gotten something new from it. the idea that you might not "get" something and therefore shouldn't bother with it is so silly to me

For three days I've been battling this illness alone. A severe case of the flu has exhausted me; my weak body can't take it anymore. The cough won't subside, and my fever worsens day by day. I haven't slept a wink, not only because of the illness, but also because my bed is completely soaked with rainwater. I sleep on the cold floor, wet, shivering, and in pain.

I can't eat anymore. Every bite hurts; my throat is inflamed, and my stomach is empty. I went looking for medicine, something to ease this pain, but it was too expensive, so I returned empty-handed, suffering in silence.

The pain has become unbearable; I even wish for death. There's no rest at night, no medicine during the day, and I can't endure any longer. Every passing moment feels like my last. My only wish is that my voice reaches everyone who can help me by donating so I can buy medicine and repair our torn tent. Please donate and don't abandon us.

Please help my friend Ahmed. I beg you to send him survival funds as soon as possible. I am so afraid for him

Please, friends, help me and don't leave me. My illness is still ravaging me and destroying my health, and my pain is increasing because I haven't been able to afford the medicine yet. Our tent and mattress are completely soaked because winter hasn't ended. I need your help with donations so I can buy the medicine and raise the money to repair our tent. Please help us with donations and don't abandon us.

current state of the uk government's censorship framework is that weird nazis can use grok to sexually torment any woman who dares to show her face online but i need photographic id to look at screencaps of my own text posts on reddit

because disabled people often live in permacrisis mode, and i am disabled, i am not exempt from this and i am unfortunately in crisis mode.

this evening my batterer - whose DV i was escaping - was my doordash driver.

my new address and phone number was exposed to him. he deadnamed me upon greeting and asked where i had been. he was doordashing under a false identity because he is a violent felon with a record for DV and other weapons charge.

i am now no longer safe at my place of residence and need to relocate much more quickly than i had previously expected.

cashapp is $spoiledmilkandhoney and my paypal email is aureliaofthevalley at gmail dot com and my paypal me is amuletodenazar

i truly cannot emphasize just how much of an emergency this is.

an update for those looking through the notes of this post: i have made arrangements for new housing and have booked my tickets!

i need to raise $355 in ~11 days to pay pet and baggage fees for my flight out of here!!!!!

Always thinking of this like they de-cuntified my girl

I made a clip studio brush which you can find here