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AMMAR NEEDS HELP

it's the last day, and once again we have raised ALMOST NOTHING for ammar's medicine.

IF WE DON'T RAISE ENOUGH FOR HIS DIGOXIN, HE WILL DIE.

WE HAVE 19 HOURS.

PLEASE DONATE.

46 / 2302

$166 / $2379

i truly don't know what to say. we have had 3 donations all day and 2 were under $10

we now are struggling to meet the 10 pm deadline in 6 hours.

does no one care about ammar anymore?

HE IS GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS.

WE WON'T BE ABLE TO RAISE $5K FOR AN EMERGENCY INJECTION

WITHOUT YOUR HELP HE WILL SIMPLY DIE.

NO ONE ELSE WILL HELP HIM.

Today I woke up to a terrifying message from my baby Qais’s doctor. He told me Qais’s wound will keep bleeding pus and blood unless his surgery is done urgently. I will not forgive anyone who scrolls past and keeps browsing without sharing my post.

Please don’t scroll past us in this critical moment; even a small share or donation could ease suffering and give Qais another chance.

This is Qais holding his medicine instead of toys, pain written on his face. Please don’t look away—donate now your donation can replace suffering with healing and give my child a real chance to live. 💔

Donations have completely stopped, almost nonexistent, and my baby’s medicine is running out. I am begging you—please donate now so I can buy his treatment and stop his suffering today.

Cashmere Sweater

1950s

The Philadephia Museum of Art

"An ardent fisherwoman, Julia Andrews Bissell of Wilmington, Delaware, had this cashmere cardigan embellished with appliqués of trout, dragonflies, and stylized fishing poles cut from an Hermès silk scarf. She wore the cardigan only on fishing trips, in the evenings after changing from her fishing clothes."

From Gaza to Ireland: Survived but Nightmares Make me Wish to Die

Before I open my heart to you guys, please check out the vetting/verifications posts below.

1. @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi # 151 on the spreadsheet of Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List

3. My latest blog titled "Traumatized in Ireland While my Family is Facing Death and Starvation in Gaza" shared widely HERE

The short video will give you a quick glimpse of my story: 1. A young university lecturer in Gaza

2. Then displaced with my family and losing our house

3. Then traveled to Ireland to study and try to support and evacuate my family.

Every night I sleep in Ireland while my family sleeps under bombardment face starvation, fear and the cold of winter in tents.

People sleep to rest. I sleep to see nightmares.

Every night feels like a horror movie I must live, not watch. I wake up tired, shaken, and broken by the images my mind creates.

I had an amazing stable life with my family in Gaza before the war turned our world upside down.

I was a young, ambitious lecturer at the Islamic University of Gaza, teaching English and linguistics. I loved to motivate and empower my students so they can reach their full potential.

When the war broke out, I was displacement with my family multiple times in places I did not know existed in the Gaza Strip. Sometimes we literally ran for our lives under heavy bombardment and learned what a near-death experience actually meant.

Five months into the war, my Irish university managed to get me out of Gaza. Ever since I evacuated and left my entire family in Gaza (parents, siblings, nephews, nieces), I woke up every day so tired from horrible horrible horrible nightmares, wishing to end my life.

But then I remember: If I give up, who will help my family survive? Who will help me get them out when the crossing opens again?

I saw the constant bombardment every day live in the news, and my family was dispersed in different places in the Gaza Strip, running for their lives, struggling to survive.

The misery and suffering continue until today after we lost our house and the cold of winter if freezing them all, especially my elderly parents and young nephews and nieces.

HOWEVER...

Hard times do not only create strong people; they also reveal the goodness and humanity in others. And Gaza needs the world’s goodness now more than ever.

My family lost their home. They now live in tents, shivering in the cold. Rainwater enters every time it rains. They have no electricity, no clean water, no cooking gas, and no safety. Survival itself has become a battle.

I have been dedicating all my efforts to helping my family survive in the current situation in Gaza and apply for reunification visas with the support of my college and friends here in Ireland.

Every single member of my family counts the seconds until the day we all reunify in Ireland and live a safe, normal life like we have been dreaming for more than two years

This can only be possible with your kindness, support and humanity.

Please consider donating if you can, share our story, reblog our post, and amplify our voice. You have no idea how much you can help in getting my family out of the living hell of Gaza to safety.

When the world becomes numb to Palestinian suffering, please choose not to turn away.

Please 'follow' me to stay updated!

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring.

Mahmoud

Tagging for reach <3

@virovac @akajustmerry

Just to give you a glimpse of the daily suffering of my family in tents in these cold and stormy days of winter.

My mother in Gaza told me today that these horrible living conditions are just as bad as the war! Children are shivering from the cold!

Please stand with my family and help them evacuate and have a dignified normal life with me in Ireland!

We survived death only to realize that we are a burden on everyone.

Now I can no longer afford even the most basic necessities of life.

How long am I supposed to keep living like this? This is killing me day after day.

My children and I can no longer survive without your help and donations. I’m sorry, my friends, for being a burden on you.

“Red Guitar”

It’s always been strange to me the amount that Dess in fandom is associated with the electric guitar. And, sure, we learn through Raise Up Your Bat that Dess loved rock music videos— but it’s explicitly an acoustic guitar that she owns. So I had an idea for a comic about that contrast and what it might represent about her character.

Its very possible that people won’t like this one because I made Dess kind of bratty. But you know, she’s a messy teen, she should show it! I’m living my Bratty Dess truth. Ooh is that a ship? Bratcember? Gatordoe?

Anyways, to me the electric/accoustic split represents the division between Dess’s personality and aspirations and her family’s quiet, reserved qualities that constrain her. And while a part of her is resents her family for that, at the end of the day she still loves them, with that kind of love that hurts because it’s a contradiction. Thats what I feel is represented by the guitar, for me at least.

Denis Kovalenko aka Denis Ploskiy aka Денис Коваленко (Russian, b. Volgograd, Russia, based Saint Petersburg, Russia) - Роспись двери (Door Painting), 2014, Paintings: Oil on Canvas Panel

Source: reddit.com

my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who's my best friend in the world and recently he was like "you're too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!" and I was like "a niece might be more up my alley" and he just got more excited and said "ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful"

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I love how it doesn't matter what expedition it is.

They all turn into excited kids when they meet penguins.

The Penguin: GIANTS! no way! I’m gonna wave at them THEY WAVED BACK! Holy Shit they’re dancing with me! My Wife is never gonna believe this OMG I got to dance with a Giant today so cool.

The Humans: Penguin! No way! I’m gonna wave at it IT WAVED BACK! Holy Shit it’s flapping with me! I got to play with a Penguin today; so cool.

where's the joy and whimsy guy? Have they found this one yet?

Joy and whimsy detected! This post is joyful and whimsical!

Who am I to deny a penguin some joy and whimsy 🐧

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