verified ways to donate to gaza directly

Donate to a Palestinian family directly:

Help provide tents:

Food:

Water (*urgent and crucial!)

eSIMs (highly needed):

Medical Aid:

How to help if you can't donate:

(longer masterpost of all ways you can help)

Fribble stickers!

We’ve had smart rats, we’ve had fast rats, and we’ve had cheeky rats, but Nyx is the first smart, fast, and cheeky rat 🐀 🖤 the more she explores outside the cage, the more she demands it!

Fate/アーチャー モンハンをしてます（私が）

Some closeups of the best graffiti I've ever seen

In Thailand, all males who are 21 must participate in a military draft lottery. If you draw red you serve for two years, if you draw black you’re exempt.

At least nobody overreacted

how is tin's melting point only 230°C / 450°F. that's the temperature I roast brussels sprouts.

this don't sound like a good recipe

*slides you this chart*

*you kick me out of the butcher shop*

Live your dream.

I am leaving a mark on the world

"back on my bullshit" in reference to recurring hyperinterests dating back to middle school and beyond

people in the notes despairing of their "cringy" interests (kill the catholic in your head fyi) but i want to clearly state my middle school interests were rad as hell. when I say I am "back on my bullshit" that is in fact a victory cry

I don’t mean to be old but computer used to just have games. U didnt have to pay for em either but if u wanted u could get a little CD that put the game onto the computer and you could play it forever and ever even if the company that made it went to hell and shit. You didn’t even need the internet or wifi or anything. And it was pretty neat

It would be a finished game, too. If you played long enough and did really good you could go to all the places and get all the stuff. You never had to pay more money later it was just there. onn compter

I am obsessed with this botched restoration of a 19th century statue of saint anthony

Look at how yassified he is

Great Tit/talgoxe, Yellowhammer/gulsparv, and Blue Tit/blåmes. Värmland, Sweden (March 24, 2019).

what timeline is oop tweeting from because in the one i live in kill-em-all kier appointed a right-wing christian health secretary who apologized for every having called trans women women, banned trans youth healthcare, and regularly expresses support for transphobic activists and conversion therapy groups. the only reason he's not 'for sale' is because he'll do it all for free -- the labour right all already genuinely believe the exact same shit as JKR!

reblog to get a good night's sleep (or a bed of hay)

imagine you're frolicking in a field, prancing through long grass, singing "falalalala~", occasionally picking a flower. etc, etc. but a guy in the same field is watching you, about 20 paces away. he lowers his opera glasses (which he was using to watch you) and starts clutching his head and screaming with blind rage because of how much you're pissing him off. that's what it's like to be on the internet.

Trope I enjoy:

Character A appears to be killed (blown up, knocked off cliff, pushed into raging river, etc.) and the rest of the characters come together to grieve.

Character A, who is not in fact dead, limps back to the rest and is very puzzled about what everyone else is so sad about.

On noticing them, everyone promptly loses their shit. 

THIS SCENE. THIS IS IT!