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The Israeli occupation asked us to leave our area as soon as possible because they going to invade it by land, but we didn't leave. Then the shells rained down on us, so we quickly got out and miraculously escaped death. I can't believe I'm still alive, but the worst thing is that now we're sitting in the street and we didn't take clothes, food, or anything from our tent with us, and we don't know where to go or what to do!!! 😭
My campaign vatted by @gazavetters in line(#197)
In a sunken stillness / an echo of the past / waits. / Fish, its only witness; / his words lost / in the water deep. / Only tiny bubbles / float upwards / made from stories / he tries to / tell.
~ Ely C. Winters [ @nosebleedclub ]
for @nosebleedclub 's prompt, sunken statue
This is the worst Eid I have ever experienced in my entire life. I lost all my friends in the war and I am left alone here suffering from the pain of loss. I used to go and visit my friends, but today I went to their homes and found their mothers collapsing from crying and grieving over the loss of their sons. We used to meet and go out and spend a pleasant time together, but unfortunately today I went and visited them in the cemetery and sat next to them all day crying from the intensity of my pain and regret. How difficult this feeling is for me and I cannot bear it!!! 😭
for @nosebleedclub 's prompt, sunken statue
I built him by myself alone No one ever asks for him Towering over anyone Who dares to approach me
Chisel and marble, expressive and detailed A hundred-hour ride to the most gorgeous sight And there he stood. Retaliation-free. Only asking for my attention.
Won’t you stay a bit longer? Just to look at me. There are other things I want to build. The chisel; my true love, but—
I loved him. I cleaned him, held him Kissed him, and heard him But it was surface level I never truly knew a thing.
He did not move. He did not speak. In the morning, he glows, refracting sparkles from the inside But as the Earth shifted, the future came The water rose.
But by noon, the rays drown. And the glow died, never so sterile.
I wonder if I should have ever taken on this task Then leave him behind, floated. But he came from my mind. All on me. Until he asks for more time.
"I always knew you'd leave me behind." "No is not truth," or is it? "Move forward, come around" And there he chose to drown.
I'm not fair He only asks for my time I'm not fair, he only wanted to stay To be loved, for me to give up, to settle down I'm not fair, he is anxious I'm not fair I'm not fair I'm not fair
I don’t want to drown I build you up But I always had other plans This stone was here when I carved him And never planned to move— all on me.
He wanted a simple apartment And romantic getaways to a nearby beach He didn’t want hard work and made-up dreams.
for @nosebleedclub's April prompt, 1 sunken statue.
I know he’s kind of a polarizing character, but I have to say, Elias Bouchard truly is Iconic. When you hear the twist of “the boring middle manager was actually secretly an evil eldritch monster the whole time!” you sort of assume that the boring middle manager persona was just a facade, but no, he really does seem to just enjoy dull administrative work. He’s both exactly as boring as he seems on the surface and profoundly fucked up in ways you couldn’t imagine. He’s practically omniscient and playing 4-D chess with everyone, but he responds to even slight hiccups in his elaborate scheme with acts of extreme violence. He beats an old man to death with a metal pipe and when someone brings it up later he goes, “Yeah I may have overreacted there.” His employees are constantly trying to murder him. He broke out of prison just so he could give a dramatic monologue. He had a weird gay thing going on with seemingly every man he met in the past 200 years. He loves scheduling.
Not that it's anything new, but the "voluntary" in "voluntary migration" really drives home the utter shamelessness of the occupation.
They destroy Gazan homes, hospitals, schools, roads, universities, infrastructure, cut off their water and electricity, then when they have no choice but to escape the hell that was created for them, claim they "voluntarily" chose to leave their land behind and have no right to return.
When Nakba deniers claim that Palestinians "chose" to leave their land, remember this.
Amal's baby daughter, Mariam, has known no childhood outside of surviving this genocide. She will soon be of age to attend school. Last we spoke, she had a very close call during the most recent bombardment. If she wants to give her daughter a chance at normalcy, security, education, and a decent childhood, but those options have been taken away from Gaza, is this voluntary migration?
Mahmoud wants to continue his education. He has been able to scrape by through remote learning online, but every day it becomes harder to even find reliable internet access. Last we spoke, he was trying to pay his fees in time, so that he would be allowed to enroll in this semester. If he wants to pursue his degree, but the conditions in Gaza have made that impossible, is this voluntary migration?
Dr. Anas is a cancer patient. His physical and mental health have been obliterated by this genocide. Last we spoke, he told me that after making some recovery during the ceasefire, he's now back to square one. If he wants to live, to continue his job as a doctor, and to recover from depression, which is impossible to do during bombardment, is this voluntary migration?
Samir is severely injured, and in immediate danger of losing his leg. Last we spoke, his sister told me that the bombardment in their area are more intense than they've ever been. If Samir wants to undergo surgery to save his leg, but there are no such options in Gaza, is this voluntary migration?
Please don't abandon them like our administrations have. They shouldn't have to rely on our generosity, but they must.
Vetting: Amal (#175), Mahmoud, Anas, Samir (#428)
This is the worst Eid I have ever experienced in my entire life. I lost all my friends in the war and I am left alone here suffering from the pain of loss. I used to go and visit my friends, but today I went to their homes and found their mothers collapsing from crying and grieving over the loss of their sons. We used to meet and go out and spend a pleasant time together, but unfortunately today I went and visited them in the cemetery and sat next to them all day crying from the intensity of my pain and regret. How difficult this feeling is for me and I cannot bear it!!! 😭
i really hate to ask for help cuz like, it makes me feel vulnerable, but like, I need help with affording food to feed myself and sister, and stuff to make my life more livable like new clothes and toiletries.
not getting into it.in detail but I live in a pretty abusive household that gets harder to leave by the second and it does take a massive toll on my mental and physical health.
if you wanna support me, (disabled black trans guy) my link is here. if not that's ok too! I'm very glad people on Tumblr have been kind enough to offer patronage even if I seem kinda crazy. i think my mental health will improve once I find an opening to leave.
thank you, have a good day everyone!
- Salem
link: https://bsky.app/profile/brainvsbook.bsky.social/post/3llc72lyhu22j
google translate defaulting to chinese at first
okay but for those of us with interests in both the murderbot and the daomu biji fandoms this is kinda hilarious
(english-side-only really, i get that the kanji and hanzi are completely different)
our good (air)ship murderbot! thanks google
I've been juggling a bit too much recently, but found some time to draw for myself. Finally getting back on track. 😅 Also, in case you missed it before - I'm going to begin the Shikoku Pilgrimage in Japan next month(!?). It's been a lifelong dream, but I'm going to be walking for over two months visiting 88 temples over 750miles. It's kind of crazy that it's actually happening! Doing the final prep/planning has been wild. More on that soon, though!
people will say "why cant the eldritch gods just be nice to humans :((" and then kill a bug for existing near them
my dearly beloved mutual you cant just leave this in the tags
While exploring a vast and inscrutable city which seems to predate life on earth I am gently picked up by something incomprehensible with the higher-dimensional equivalent of a cup and piece of paper, then lovingly set outside in my natural habitat. Unfortunately the being exists outside of time and can't really tell human cities apart from one another so I appear without warning in ancient sumer.
Comic I made a few years ago for an anthology
oh my god this is wonderful
how is it mario day and no one posted the essay
Happy MAR10 day, how is this paper only a year old?
He wrote another
The Mammal and the Reptile is a literary masterpiece.
"yowza" and "perchance" in two different essays by the same person
im noticing a pattern
“yowza” and “perchance”
in two different essays
by the same person
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
DEATH IS A ONE WAY STREET BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP ME FROM COMMITTING ONE HELL OF A TRAFFIC VIOLATION
