Last week I made a post to raise awareness my friend Bisan Salah, who I’ve been speaking with for some time. She is trapped in Gaza with her family facing immense hardship due to the destruction of her home and life, the onset of winter, and the continual threat of violence. Originally, she made fundraiser primarily to buy a new tent to replace the one her family currently lives in, which is damaged by the elements and unsuited to protect them from the coming cold.
However, since then, the situation has become more urgent. Bisan, who has been working day and night to try and find food and water for her family, was hospitalised with malnutrition just this week. Her life is in danger. Her situation is unsustainable without outside help—help that we can provide.
Bisan needs £8,000 both to buy the tent her family needs and also help pay for vital necessities such as food and medicine. This is not something that can wait a long time. Currently, she is only at £1,774 of that goal. Compared to other fundraisers this is very achievable. Just this week I was able to dedicate the spare money from my paycheck to her campaign, and I know that a lot of you also have steady paychecks and cash to spare. You may not think it’s a lot, but donations add up. If you can’t donate, please share so that this can reach more people!
Bisan’s campaign has finally broken £8,000, which means that she has the money to buy a tent. However, I spoke to her again, and she is currently too sick to move around. With the money she’s raised being reserved, she still cannot afford medicine or even blankets. We need to keep pushing so that we can help her afford the necessities to recover.
I say it more like mell-burn. Is that how it’s supposed to be pronounced?
just a minute ago this reblog read “i do say it like that” so whats the truth there you little trickster. did someone just learn how to google cause if so im proud of you
Sorry lol I had to say it out loud a few times lol. I was like “ah yeah I do say “mell-born” then I’m like “wait a minute, no I don’t”
sorry i was just being a cunt and yet youve responded in such a legitimate and good faith way that i cant help but respect it . anyway yeah americans say melbourne as in “jesus christ its jason mel-bourne” when really australians do not really put much emphasis on that second half of the word it really is more like “MEL-bn” . like people argue is it like melbun or melbin or melburn but like really in the average everyday conversation there arent even any vowels there just melbn
nobody understands what you are saying !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is the one thing that I would definitely do regardless of state. For those not in the know, a passport is the way to get an easy name or gender marker change onto your ID without a court battle, and that is highly dependent on the Federal administration.
gender marker on a passport is currently completely self-selection and does not need any evidence, court order, surgeries, therapy, anything, nor does it need to match any of your other documents. you can use a passport (especially a passport card which is less unwieldly for daily use than the book) for basically anything you’d need an ID for except driving. do it now before this changes.
This is the one thing that I would definitely do regardless of state. For those not in the know, a passport is the way to get an easy name or gender marker change onto your ID without a court battle, and that is highly dependent on the Federal administration.
gender marker on a passport is currently completely self-selection and does not need any evidence, court order, surgeries, therapy, anything, nor does it need to match any of your other documents. you can use a passport (especially a passport card which is less unwieldly for daily use than the book) for basically anything you’d need an ID for except driving. do it now before this changes.
I am watching a mouse make a series of what I can only describe as Fuck Around Choices, and the Find Out is VERY excited to continue this little experiment.
I’m watching my parent’s dog Arwen up at their house.
Arwen (Kelpie, 60lbs) is 15(ish?) now and while she has a high prey drive and history of successful hunts, she’s also 15 and doesn’t give many fucks. I also have my dogs. Charleston (Sighthound/pointer mix, 50lbs) is 10 and another proactive carnivore, but he’s also JUST finished making his Perfect Couch Nest and doesn’t want to get up.
…Herschel (Corgi, 40lbs and extremely tube-shaped) is 5 and has no Prey Drive, but he does have a PLAY Drive, which i found out last time I was up here and found him, having cornered a baby bunny, play-bowing and shaking his ass at it because he just had a Great Time chasing it, now it was the bunny’s turn to chase HIM! Even though all three of these assholes spent all day dragging me hither and yon through the rockies, he still has the endurance of an athenian messenger and still looking for a reason to careen around the house at Mach Fuck.
The reason I am allowing this to happen is that The Mouse is unlikely to come to any harm beyond some environmentally-adaptive trauma, and I am Hoping it hauls ass back to the compost bin where most of them live and tells the colony that there’s a very large fucked up little man in the house, fuck that shit, let’s stay out here.
I don’t know if Psyops work on mice but I feel like it’s worth a shot.
After a few minutes of waiting for the mouse to come out, Herschel was getting concerned (bored) and stood up all the way, little paw raised, ready to smack the fun back into this poor creature.
“Ah!” I told him.
As much crime Herschel commits, he’s actually quite biddable, and stopped, little paw raised, staring at me before slowly lowering it.
“Good job!” I tell him, and he wiggles with joy. “Figure it out!”
Herschel returns his attention to the wobble, circling and sniffing it with small boofs of excitement, looking bac at me for approval eery so often, before giving the bottom of Wobble the smallest, gentlest push with his nose, which doesn’t make it rock, but does scoot it along the carpet.
“Okay!” I tell him, and for the last few minutes he has been slowly scooting the mouse inside the wobble across the living room floor an inch at a time.
This has, however, made charlie actually sit up and watch, so I may need to intervene soon.
Arwen is still snore-farting.
Ok so I may have a broken ankle but not because of this, updates when I get back from the urgent care.
FUNNY STORY-
I mean my whole life is a funny story but in this particular case, it’s funny because while I do not have a broken ankle, I do have a pretty severe sprain, and a new appreciation for the horrors of Wordle.
I’ll get there.
Anyway, when we last left off, Herschel was doing the Canine equivalent of Playing Cars with the wobble, scooting it around the living room with his nose, which was enough to wake up both Charlie and Arwen, who were squinting at him with matching expressions of “What is the Ginger Idiot up to now?”
So I had to go back and get the Wobble so Herschel could have breakfast, and while poking around in the grass, my sister texted me.
Sister: So I saw the mouse story???
Me: oh god don’t tell mom.
Sister: oh no, they’d worry too much.
Sister: ok but if I tell you something you can’t tell them, okay?
Me: now what
Sister: were you up at North Shields Pond? The one with the turtle sign?
Me: yeah?
Sister: okay that’s just spooky.
Sister: so you know that huge dent in the back of Beyond? (my car, formerly her car)
Me: Yes, it’s how I find it in parking lots?
Sister: never tell mom but I didn’t back into a Ballard.
Me: oh my God.
Sister: I think it was like 2019, but Arwen had cornered a mouse that climbed into her old puzzle ball so I took it out to the meadow there to release it, and it was suuuuper late at night so I didn’t see the moose either…
Me: what the fuck
Sister: I mean I didn’t eat shit and fuck up my ankle but that thing hit the car harder than that time I got hit by that pickup.
Me: what the fuck kind of Bethesda-ass glitchy specific trigger videogame cutscene bullshit is this?
Sister: I DON’T KNOW???? MAYBE THE MICE ALL HAVE A TELEPATHIC LINK TO THAT MOOSE SPECIFICALLY??
I am watching a mouse make a series of what I can only describe as Fuck Around Choices, and the Find Out is VERY excited to continue this little experiment.
I’m watching my parent’s dog Arwen up at their house.
Arwen (Kelpie, 60lbs) is 15(ish?) now and while she has a high prey drive and history of successful hunts, she’s also 15 and doesn’t give many fucks. I also have my dogs. Charleston (Sighthound/pointer mix, 50lbs) is 10 and another proactive carnivore, but he’s also JUST finished making his Perfect Couch Nest and doesn’t want to get up.
…Herschel (Corgi, 40lbs and extremely tube-shaped) is 5 and has no Prey Drive, but he does have a PLAY Drive, which i found out last time I was up here and found him, having cornered a baby bunny, play-bowing and shaking his ass at it because he just had a Great Time chasing it, now it was the bunny’s turn to chase HIM! Even though all three of these assholes spent all day dragging me hither and yon through the rockies, he still has the endurance of an athenian messenger and still looking for a reason to careen around the house at Mach Fuck.
The reason I am allowing this to happen is that The Mouse is unlikely to come to any harm beyond some environmentally-adaptive trauma, and I am Hoping it hauls ass back to the compost bin where most of them live and tells the colony that there’s a very large fucked up little man in the house, fuck that shit, let’s stay out here.
I don’t know if Psyops work on mice but I feel like it’s worth a shot.
After a few minutes of waiting for the mouse to come out, Herschel was getting concerned (bored) and stood up all the way, little paw raised, ready to smack the fun back into this poor creature.
“Ah!” I told him.
As much crime Herschel commits, he’s actually quite biddable, and stopped, little paw raised, staring at me before slowly lowering it.
“Good job!” I tell him, and he wiggles with joy. “Figure it out!”
Herschel returns his attention to the wobble, circling and sniffing it with small boofs of excitement, looking bac at me for approval eery so often, before giving the bottom of Wobble the smallest, gentlest push with his nose, which doesn’t make it rock, but does scoot it along the carpet.
“Okay!” I tell him, and for the last few minutes he has been slowly scooting the mouse inside the wobble across the living room floor an inch at a time.
This has, however, made charlie actually sit up and watch, so I may need to intervene soon.
Arwen is still snore-farting.
Ok so I may have a broken ankle but not because of this, updates when I get back from the urgent care.
FUNNY STORY-
I mean my whole life is a funny story but in this particular case, it’s funny because while I do not have a broken ankle, I do have a pretty severe sprain, and a new appreciation for the horrors of Wordle.
I’ll get there.
Anyway, when we last left off, Herschel was doing the Canine equivalent of Playing Cars with the wobble, scooting it around the living room with his nose, which was enough to wake up both Charlie and Arwen, who were squinting at him with matching expressions of “What is the Ginger Idiot up to now?”
So I had to go back and get the Wobble so Herschel could have breakfast, and while poking around in the grass, my sister texted me.
Sister: So I saw the mouse story???
Me: oh god don’t tell mom.
Sister: oh no, they’d worry too much.
Sister: ok but if I tell you something you can’t tell them, okay?
Me: now what
Sister: were you up at North Shields Pond? The one with the turtle sign?
Me: yeah?
Sister: okay that’s just spooky.
Sister: so you know that huge dent in the back of Beyond? (my car, formerly her car)
Me: Yes, it’s how I find it in parking lots?
Sister: never tell mom but I didn’t back into a Ballard.
Me: oh my God.
Sister: I think it was like 2019, but Arwen had cornered a mouse that climbed into her old puzzle ball so I took it out to the meadow there to release it, and it was suuuuper late at night so I didn’t see the moose either…
Me: what the fuck
Sister: I mean I didn’t eat shit and fuck up my ankle but that thing hit the car harder than that time I got hit by that pickup.
Me: what the fuck kind of Bethesda-ass glitchy specific trigger videogame cutscene bullshit is this?
Sister: I DON’T KNOW???? MAYBE THE MICE ALL HAVE A TELEPATHIC LINK TO THAT MOOSE SPECIFICALLY??
i’ve been focusing deeply on not giving a shit about what people think. if i notice my thoughts going down that path, then i shut them down. i’m not trying to read anyone’s mind. i’m just going to be myself and try my best. if i fuck up, then i fuck up. if i look stupid, then i look stupid. everyone looks stupid, sometimes. it’s so much more important to be yourself earnestly and passionately, in all of your stupid glory
discussed with my parents the idea of “rent lowering gunshots” in regards to social media, ie doing some shit that the general public might have some disagreement or bewilderment with so folks don’t put you in a box/think you are a brand. my mom really liked this idea and asked for some examples and i didnt have the heart to tell her that my version of this is once a month talking about wanting to fuck beloved childrens book icon Geronimo Stilton
i love u tzatziki i love u pita i love u olive oil i love u foccacia i love u hummus i love u flat bread
people who reblog this just to put in the tags that they don’t like hummus, i cannot emphasise enough that this post isn’t for u. actually if u don’t like hummus, don’t even talk to me. literally i love u hummus, i love u baba ganoush, i love u muhammara
dems didn’t “throw” the election. neither side ever “throws” an election. as i said before, the cool kids call that idea “coping.” there’s no such thing as losing when you’re a ruling class politician taking turns on who gets to press the big red lockheed martin button.
democratic candidates don’t need to “learn their lesson” “learn from their mistakes” “listen to their base” “wake up from their incompetence.” you are still persuaded by their trickery if these are your conclusions. they are not rivals to republicans. they are allies; they represent the ruling class. again and again i’ll reiterate—they’re not making mistakes and they are not incompetent. they’re doing very well for themselves because the working class still consents to this process no matter what.
the ones who are incompetent, refusing to learn lessons, and the ones who are not learning from their mistakes are the american working class, because we are the ones who refuse to listen to politicians. if we listened to “our” candidates, we would quickly find out that no one represents our class interests. we have no candidates. we simply get to choose who sits at the helm of a bloodthirsty empire that will cannibalize its own servants. americans are the enemy to world peace.
skyrim got me wanting to eat carrot, cabbage, potato, venison chop, boiled creme tart, leek, grilled leeks, salmon steak, garlic, green apple, red apple, rabbit haunch, and long taffy treat
Been seeing some people confused on what this means SO added this on to the post
Hope this clears it up
Insanely happy with how far this post is going but I need everyone and I mean EVERYONE WHO SEES THIS POST TO PLEASE
DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS
ALT
We can’t just let this man get away with this and go completely free we NEED to fight back against this.
Here’s what you can do
1.Follow the instructions in the picture (alt text is included)
2.SPREAD THIS,SPREAD THIS LIKE CRAZYREBLOG,REPOST ON OTHER PLATFORMS, MAKE VIDEOS ON IT,TIKTOKS ON IT IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER JUST SPREAD THIS AS MUCH AS YOU CAN
3.CONTACT ANY ONE YOU MIGHT KNOW CAN HELP
Your government officials,people who run news websites FUCKING ANYONE
I know shit may seem hopeless right now but that is no reason to atleast TRY to make a difference
— If the meds were switched, then when I got them mixed up, I… I accidentally switched them back, so… I gave Harlan… — The correct doses, yes. But not accidentally.
KNIVES OUT (2019)dir. Rian Johnson
I love this moment, not just because of the twist, but also because Marta has been dying the whole movie with not only fear and grief, but guilt at having caused the death of her patient, her friend.
For Benoit to take the time to reassure that this was not her fault, in way that is so kind and so clear, was lovely.
“You are a good nurse.” You can tell when he says that the he truly understands what is paining her the most. Just beautiful.
I have so much love for this film, and for the moment following this where Benoit tells her that, if Harlan had listened to her, he would still be alive. The blame is taken from her, in the kindest possible way, by someone she trusts. After all the goalpost moving and ‘ah, gotcha!’ and obsession with spoilers in cinema over the last decade, with characterisation abandoned and plotlines left unresolved, knives out is a kind film. It isn’t obsessed with tricking you or catching you out, just wants you along for the ride
— If the meds were switched, then when I got them mixed up, I… I accidentally switched them back, so… I gave Harlan… — The correct doses, yes. But not accidentally.
KNIVES OUT (2019)dir. Rian Johnson
I love this moment, not just because of the twist, but also because Marta has been dying the whole movie with not only fear and grief, but guilt at having caused the death of her patient, her friend.
For Benoit to take the time to reassure that this was not her fault, in way that is so kind and so clear, was lovely.
“You are a good nurse.” You can tell when he says that the he truly understands what is paining her the most. Just beautiful.
I have so much love for this film, and for the moment following this where Benoit tells her that, if Harlan had listened to her, he would still be alive. The blame is taken from her, in the kindest possible way, by someone she trusts. After all the goalpost moving and ‘ah, gotcha!’ and obsession with spoilers in cinema over the last decade, with characterisation abandoned and plotlines left unresolved, knives out is a kind film. It isn’t obsessed with tricking you or catching you out, just wants you along for the ride
I was so distracted by that insanely sparkly veil that i saw this gifset like 5x before i noticed her gown appears to be made of assuit!
assuit (also called tulle bi telle) is a unique fabric which originated in Egypt in the late 18th c. that combines a mesh bobbinet base fabric (usually cotton, but sometimes linen) with an ‘embroidered’ technique where very thin strips of metal are interwoven by hand into the mesh, folded back on themselves and and creased flat.
the metallic designs are, by nature of the technique, very geometric and the fabric (unsurprisingly) had a moment in the 1920s, and for early movie costumes for stories set in ancient Egypt.
when you try to get into the png nightclub but you see the dotted rectangle surrounding the bouncer stretch him wider to block the entrance cus ur not on his clipboard
Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten.
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll lose their cubs.
So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying.
So what’d they do? They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs!
The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!
Also! Cheetahs are not in fact classified as big cats, they are simply very large lesser cats, due to the fact that they purr, meow, chirp, and cannot roar. Also many cheetahs have learned to recognize wildlife photographers are friends and not foes, so they will just come up to people and be friendly occasionally as pictured at the top of the chain. Some will even leave their Cubs with photographers to look after while they hunt. So. Yeah. Cheetahs are great
this works because cheetahs are actually fairly social animals, and they look to members of their group for context on how worried they should be about any given Situation. but since cheetahs are also nervous social animals, they can work each other into an anxiety spiral pretty easily over things like “being in an enclosed habitat” and “there’s a guy over there”.
so by introducing a dog as a member of the group, the cheetahs will now look to the dog for context clues on how worried they should be! and the dog Is Not Worried At All, Thanks, so the cheetahs think everything must be chill even if they were personally unsure about it, and they stop being so freaked out about literally everything.
Cheetah: oh god what’s going on how are we feeling weird spotless cheetah
Dog: :) fine, thanks
Cheetah: :) oh, okay
Wasn’t expecting this of all posts to be the first tumblr post I’ve ever seen crest 2mil notes, but I’ll take it
the worst part about being a flesh human on the earth world is that you cannot speak by having text quickly appear in a box with your portrait on it, with a little sound played repeatedly to imitate your voice. i need a talksound and a theme song and everyone should be subjected to it
Hi shit is dire I’m still jobless and broke and my parents are divorcing. Apperantly my father is going to disown me and my sister so financially the situation is absolutely fucked, especially for her because she is too disabled to work and even on good commission days I can’t fully support her so I would just like to finally reach this goal for the survival fund for both of our sakes… Also thank you everyone who has helped so far
what kind of take is that. yeah we should not help this animal because i think he’s gross. Anywayyyy sage grouse are awesome happy sage grouse sunday!!
You know what I did last night? I went to a concert. I watched my boyfriend play in his band. I ate pizza and relaxed and helped a friend of mine who was in a tight situation with an organization he was part of.
The fight continues. We persevere and do not let up.
Ever.
And we spread joy. And we eat good food. And we sing and we dance.
The next years will be eventful. But we will come out on top. Tyranny has no place here and heads will roll. And we will dance over them because they don’t matter. Every dictator will meet the same end. And we will have peace. And love. And joy
