georgebbwbush:

paper-rose-doodles:

democracyunderground:

Do NOT give in to despair. Yes, the response isn’t always perfect. But the perfect is the enemy of the good.

People are standing up.

reasonablywittyatbest:

moniquill:

Scrolled past this agakn and just can’t get over how much I love it. We need to make things beautiful again and this is such a wonderful example. The beadwork on the wires of a utitarian object, contrasted with the grey concrete.

nourasbasha:

After more than a month of disconnection, we are finally back…

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-These photos are from today, 11/3/2025.-

Today, I am sharing a glimpse of our new life, where we have started again beside our home that was destroyed by war. Despite the pain and loss, we have not lost hope, and our determination to build a better future for our children remains unshaken.

This Tumblr house we now live in is not just walls—it is a testament to our resilience and to the love and support of everyone who has stood by us. You have always been a community full of kindness and generosity, and today, I share these moments so you can see how the light continues to shine in our hearts despite everything.

-This clip was made yesterday by my daughter Lian to make something for Amir to sleep in and the experiment was successful. This is Amir sleeping.-

But life here is still very difficult. We are still trying to stay strong, and we have built a simple shelter to live in—I will attach photos. We are waiting for the border to open so we can travel, hoping for the day when I can see my children wearing school uniforms, going to learn, playing in safe, undamaged places, eating clean food, and drinking safe water.

For now, we are just trying to survive with what little we have, as the border remains closed to everyone except those with severe medical conditions and critical war injuries.

We need your support once again. I will try to stay connected online and keep sharing photos and videos of our new life. Thank you to everyone standing with us—you are our hope in these difficult times.

Donate to Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive, organized by Abdallah Alanqar

I am Mohammed Alanqer, married to Enas Majed. We have three childr… Abdallah Alanqar needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals f

gofundme.com

My campaign has been verified here #174!

& vetted by @gazavetters number #374

soft-for-luigi:

Luigi Mangione has been locked up since December 2024, and he’s been met with nothing but the violation of his rights every step of the way. Luigi’s right to be treated humanely is constantly violated, as is his right to the presumption of innocence and a fair trial. Evidence is not being provided to his legal team, and he’s being treated with prejudice by law enforcement.

Luigi is not a handsome face and a few jokes online. He is a real human being with real pain and real health issues. Luigi is a young man fighting for his life and the media is doing nothing but trying to sexualize him and make light of his situation.

Luigi has already lost so much to this, and although he remains resilient, it’s important to remember that his circumstances can’t possibly be good. It’s also important to remember that if they can do it to Luigi, they can do it to more people, to your loved one, to you.

So please, keep talking about Luigi. Keep standing by Luigi. Keep supporting Luigi.

Never let Luigi Mangione walk alone.

tpwrtrmnky:

Yeah uh sorry but we’re denying you the medication that makes you regrow the hands you lost in the accident due to cancer risk.

Oh the type of cancer? Hand cancer. It’s. It’s significantly higher when you have hands.

Higher than for the general population of people with hands? Uhhhhhhhhh well now you’re asking really complicated and sort of ideologically motivated questions.

naamahdarling:

lunarriviera:

for a long time i lived alone, but then i got a service dog. after a lot of training, the service dog came to live with me—except, the same day the trainers brought quincy, an orange tabby tomcat also showed up.

“you didn’t tell us you had a cat!” said the trainers, both very upset (because they hadn’t trained quincy to live with a cat).

“i don’t have a cat,” i said. “I don’t know who this is.”

the cat never went away. i named him poe dameron and he lived with me and quincy. they got along fine, in their own way.

we had our quiet adventures. poe was very cuddly but sometimes he just took off for a day or two. once he got into some paint.

after a while, i found out that poe dameron really lived across the alleyway, and belonged to my neighbor elizabeth’s teenaged son, and his real name was PUMPKIN. but poe apparently didn’t like the teenaged son (probably not least because he named him PUMPKIN), so he had come to live with us instead. elizabeth was fine with it.

the years went by and one day poe dameron crossed the rainbow bridge too soon. i took his ashes to elizabeth. we were very sad.

a few weeks later, she asked me to come over to see something.

it turned out that poe dameron had also lived with a THIRD lady, a few streets over. this lady, whom neither of us knew, was a painter, and she had made this painting of poe dameron. i don’t know what she called him, but she painted him like one of your french girls.

“i think you should have it,” elizabeth said, tactfully. “after all, he spent the most time with you.” i was quite sure she just didn’t want this hideous painting in her gabillion-dollar house, but i agreed.

the painting now hangs in the kitchen over my stove—not least because its brick-red frame matches my curtains. and because it delights me to see poe dameron every day, looking so fluffy and sultry, like an orientalist renaissance odalisque.

Everyone reblog consummate cabana boy moocher and orange cat extraordinaire Poe Dameron and his odalisque.

thashining:

What the media won’t show

captain-price-unofficially:

huh weird.

signalfirefly:

grunklebongrip:

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

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#he wouldn’t fucking say that but i’m getting kind of attached to the guy you invented who did say that

georgebbwbush:

paper-rose-doodles:

democracyunderground:

Do NOT give in to despair. Yes, the response isn’t always perfect. But the perfect is the enemy of the good.

People are standing up.

reasonablywittyatbest:

moniquill:

Scrolled past this agakn and just can’t get over how much I love it. We need to make things beautiful again and this is such a wonderful example. The beadwork on the wires of a utitarian object, contrasted with the grey concrete.

nourasbasha:

After more than a month of disconnection, we are finally back…

ALT

ALT

ALT

ALT

ALT

ALT

ALT

ALT

-These photos are from today, 11/3/2025.-

Today, I am sharing a glimpse of our new life, where we have started again beside our home that was destroyed by war. Despite the pain and loss, we have not lost hope, and our determination to build a better future for our children remains unshaken.

This Tumblr house we now live in is not just walls—it is a testament to our resilience and to the love and support of everyone who has stood by us. You have always been a community full of kindness and generosity, and today, I share these moments so you can see how the light continues to shine in our hearts despite everything.

-This clip was made yesterday by my daughter Lian to make something for Amir to sleep in and the experiment was successful. This is Amir sleeping.-

But life here is still very difficult. We are still trying to stay strong, and we have built a simple shelter to live in—I will attach photos. We are waiting for the border to open so we can travel, hoping for the day when I can see my children wearing school uniforms, going to learn, playing in safe, undamaged places, eating clean food, and drinking safe water.

For now, we are just trying to survive with what little we have, as the border remains closed to everyone except those with severe medical conditions and critical war injuries.

We need your support once again. I will try to stay connected online and keep sharing photos and videos of our new life. Thank you to everyone standing with us—you are our hope in these difficult times.

Donate to Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive, organized by Abdallah Alanqar

I am Mohammed Alanqer, married to Enas Majed. We have three childr… Abdallah Alanqar needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals f

gofundme.com

My campaign has been verified here #174!

& vetted by @gazavetters number #374

soft-for-luigi:

Luigi Mangione has been locked up since December 2024, and he’s been met with nothing but the violation of his rights every step of the way. Luigi’s right to be treated humanely is constantly violated, as is his right to the presumption of innocence and a fair trial. Evidence is not being provided to his legal team, and he’s being treated with prejudice by law enforcement.

Luigi is not a handsome face and a few jokes online. He is a real human being with real pain and real health issues. Luigi is a young man fighting for his life and the media is doing nothing but trying to sexualize him and make light of his situation.

Luigi has already lost so much to this, and although he remains resilient, it’s important to remember that his circumstances can’t possibly be good. It’s also important to remember that if they can do it to Luigi, they can do it to more people, to your loved one, to you.

So please, keep talking about Luigi. Keep standing by Luigi. Keep supporting Luigi.

Never let Luigi Mangione walk alone.

tpwrtrmnky:

Yeah uh sorry but we’re denying you the medication that makes you regrow the hands you lost in the accident due to cancer risk.

Oh the type of cancer? Hand cancer. It’s. It’s significantly higher when you have hands.

Higher than for the general population of people with hands? Uhhhhhhhhh well now you’re asking really complicated and sort of ideologically motivated questions.

naamahdarling:

lunarriviera:

for a long time i lived alone, but then i got a service dog. after a lot of training, the service dog came to live with me—except, the same day the trainers brought quincy, an orange tabby tomcat also showed up.

“you didn’t tell us you had a cat!” said the trainers, both very upset (because they hadn’t trained quincy to live with a cat).

“i don’t have a cat,” i said. “I don’t know who this is.”

the cat never went away. i named him poe dameron and he lived with me and quincy. they got along fine, in their own way.

we had our quiet adventures. poe was very cuddly but sometimes he just took off for a day or two. once he got into some paint.

after a while, i found out that poe dameron really lived across the alleyway, and belonged to my neighbor elizabeth’s teenaged son, and his real name was PUMPKIN. but poe apparently didn’t like the teenaged son (probably not least because he named him PUMPKIN), so he had come to live with us instead. elizabeth was fine with it.

the years went by and one day poe dameron crossed the rainbow bridge too soon. i took his ashes to elizabeth. we were very sad.

a few weeks later, she asked me to come over to see something.

it turned out that poe dameron had also lived with a THIRD lady, a few streets over. this lady, whom neither of us knew, was a painter, and she had made this painting of poe dameron. i don’t know what she called him, but she painted him like one of your french girls.

“i think you should have it,” elizabeth said, tactfully. “after all, he spent the most time with you.” i was quite sure she just didn’t want this hideous painting in her gabillion-dollar house, but i agreed.

the painting now hangs in the kitchen over my stove—not least because its brick-red frame matches my curtains. and because it delights me to see poe dameron every day, looking so fluffy and sultry, like an orientalist renaissance odalisque.

Everyone reblog consummate cabana boy moocher and orange cat extraordinaire Poe Dameron and his odalisque.

thashining:

What the media won’t show

captain-price-unofficially:

huh weird.

signalfirefly:

grunklebongrip:

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

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