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notorious gang “The Silly Lunch Boys” have taken over most of L.A. and Chicago
Gang correspondant Munch Corleone discussed plans for naming their territory 'Snacktopia" as he dined on his own flamboyant hat, now revealed to be constructed of various fruits.
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Okay I got in touch with @90-ghost (Ahmed) and he has confirmed to me the deactivation was not something he did himself. He also showed me a screenshot of his tumblr app glitching out because of it.
Tumblr deleted his account. That being said, it might have been an automatic response to a mass reporting campaign being led by zionist stalkers. It could also have been a decision made by tumblr staff themselves.
We don't fully know what happened. Ahmed has contacted them to report the issue. In the meantime, make people aware of this problem.
If his blog is gone the vetting links to a lot of legit fundraisers are going to be broken now and not be of any use.
For the record, I only use Tumblr. In the case that my own blog gets deleted randomly like this, I'd likely just talk to one of my friends like Saif or Nairuz to let you all know about any new blog I make on their blogs. (nabulsi, palipunk, chanafehs, efc...)
Don't follow any blog that claims to be me unless one of my friends has cosigned it publicly on their blog.
Ahmed is still taking a break from tumblr due to stress but he will return eventually.
tumblr staff kys 💕
atp if you're buying badges or in any way giving money to this shithole website, you're supporting and giving money to a violent transmisogynist who has taken down accounts belonging to palestinian and sudanese families who were trying to live by raising money here.
ahmed himself was raising money to help his family. one of his siblings recently had a baby. ahmed was regularly posting to make sure that his family could afford necessities for that baby and staff just nuked his blog. there were so many hate campaigns against him started by prominent and famous accounts here (fuck you badjokesbyjeff). he still stayed here to ensure that he could help his people. i hope all the zionists on this shit site never get a moment of peace.
you can donate to ahmed here. even $1 helps a lot
This post also explains how to contact tumblr and demand they activate @90s-ghost's account.
(Quds) The activist Bisan Awdeh recorded a video from northern Gaza where an Israeli sniper was sitting and shooting Palestinians while enjoying drinking Coca-Cola at the same time.
when you're finished building your model kits always remember to eat the leftover plastic !
Do you think Israel's boasting about obstructing the passage of humanitarian aid across its borders will be enough to make people stop criticizing us for collecting individual and family donations, arguing that "donating to trusted organizations is better" or because we won't receive them anyway?
Don't let your fears stop you from taking action. There are people working hard to expose scammers and reassure you about them. I don't know what I can do other than beg. Please, don't let us starve. My campaign has declined significantly, and I don't know why.
please donate to ibrahim!!
Do you think Israel's boasting about obstructing the passage of humanitarian aid across its borders will be enough to make people stop criticizing us for collecting individual and family donations, arguing that "donating to trusted organizations is better" or because we won't receive them anyway?
Don't let your fears stop you from taking action. There are people working hard to expose scammers and reassure you about them. I don't know what I can do other than beg. Please, don't let us starve. My campaign has declined significantly, and I don't know why.
please donate to ibrahim!!
the fundamental problem on this website is that if a homeless person tried to talk to most of y’all you’d be scared out of your minds
see because people are actually seeing this i feel like i need to make it abundantly clear what i mean by this: in the united states context, the majority of social problems are just disappeared. the mentally ill are often relegated to their homes, to asylums (these still exist), to hospitals. the disabled, fat, and disfigured likewise. people called “criminal” disappear into the criminal punishment system and often never emerge.
if you live in any city in america, however, there are homeless people. they are the social problem that cannot be disappeared so easily. drive along a freeway outbound from the urban center to the suburbs and look into the trees. you’ll see tents, tarps, evidence of human habitation. walk through a downtown, even in coldest winter, and you’ll see bottles that weren’t there yesterday and clothes inexplicably abandoned. people tend to either not look at these things or to look at them and name them garbage. eyesore. they don’t consider what it would be like to carry everything you own on your back. how little energy you would have for recycling or cleaning up after yourself if you had been kicked out of your shelter at 7am that morning and now had to find a nook to hide out in to escape a -5F windchill. maybe you can go to a local public library, but maybe you can’t because you twitch or smell bad or talk to yourself and people only look at you out of the corner of their eye so they know what description to give the armed security guard at the front desk.
when i’m talking about looking at your unhoused neighbor, i’m talking about looking at them first. i’m talking about smiling and waving and maybe striking up a conversation. i’m talking about offering to grab lunch. i’m talking about indulging them even when they make you uncomfortable.
on memory care floors in hospitals you often encounter the problem of nurses who have been taught how to engage patients with memory issues but who do not give proper patient care because it makes them uncomfortable. they don’t want to lie or play pretend or do anything that takes them out of their very rigidly defined reality. an old man wakes up and tries to get out of bed because it’s time to feed the cows. he wonders where his wife is. it would make his nurse uncomfortable to tell him that his wife knew he needed some rest so she went out to feed the cows, so they tell him that his wife died five years ago and he doesn’t have his farm anymore. they break his heart rather than allow him to live in a better time for a little while longer.
back in december a man sat across from me on the train who was clearly struggling. i started a conversation with him about his art he was holding, which he told me were illustrated children’s books in a language he had always known. it was a syllabary i certainly didn’t recognize, and the illustrations weren’t anything i’ve seen in children’s literature, but we were suddenly both artists on the train. i showed him my journal and he complimented the pasting job on some of my collages. then he started to talk about angels. about his angel specifically, who had died and left him behind on earth. he missed his angel so much that he planned to commit suicide before christmas. i talked to him about his angel, and about love and grief and pain, all of which we could share. he began to call me jesus. i could have told him he was wrong, that i wasn’t even into the abrahamic religions, etc., and it would have broken his heart. instead i walked with him up from the train station—and got him through the armed transit cops who tried to stop him because he didn’t have a ticket—and gave him a picture of a loving savior, and a world that would be better for having him in it. instead of hugging some faggot, he ended up hugging a jesus that loved him. it was an odd situation. it made me a little uncomfortable. it may have been one of the few instances of kindness that he got that day. it may have been the first time in a while that someone who wasn’t unhoused or working the bread line actually started a conversation with him.
imagine if no one ever looked at you. don’t say some cute shit about “oh, i wish no one ever perceived me.” no you don’t. you wish you could control people’s perception of you. but what if people weren’t only not looking at you, but they already thought they knew you. you’re twitching so you’re on something. you’re staring at nothing so you’re dumb. you’re asking for money or food so you’re a leech on society. you’re talking to yourself so you’re dangerous. they don’t look at you but they know you. so they don’t speak to you bc they already know what they’re gonna find.
two and a half weeks ago my mom was found dead on the streets of san antonio. she’d been homeless there for about 12 years. i’d only just gotten stable enough to reach out to her. the woman i contacted at the day home she went to every month to get a haircut, her nails done, and to wash her clothes said she was doing well, that she was clean, that she was very polite, that she was smart. she had two dogs that she’d cared enough about to have microchipped. their names are fin and sophia. having those dogs probably made it so she couldn’t get permanent housing, because most housing programs for the homeless don’t allow them to bring pets. a lot of people choose to keep their pets rather than give them up as a condition of securing housing.
in denver, colorado i once met an unhoused man who had a master’s degree in geophysics. his thesis was on magnetic wells and their affects of satellite orbits. he was a birdwatcher.
when you refuse to look at homeless people, or the things they leave behind (often are forced to leave behind by cops), you are actively participating in the disappearance of a population. do you think you wouldn’t lose part of yourself if safety concerns made you nocturnal? if every time you got enough stuff to set up a good camp some suburbanite called the cops on your tent? would you not talk to yourself if no one else was speaking to you?
a lot of talk goes into the problem how easy it is to become homeless. one medical bill, one missed paycheck and your life is imperiled. well, there are a lot of people who are stepped over every day who already live your worst case scenario, and the simple fact is that the majority of people in the u.s. are too scared of having an uncomfortable or even perhaps scary interaction with an unhoused person to look at them. but i need y’all to know that you are not special. it isn’t just the dirtiest, most addicted, most mentally ill homeless people who are left to die on the streets alone. it is all homeless people. people who won’t leave behind beloved pets, people who couldn’t survive in academia, people who think they’re being gangstalked, people who have jobs, people who have families. if you are one missed paycheck from homelessness, you’re also one catastrophic tragedy, one spark that catches in the apartment on the other side of your building, one chance encounter with the drug that just won’t let you go. not one goddamn person on this earth is better than the unhoused person they step over on the way to get their morning coffee, and i hope to fuck y’all figure that out before you find yourselves disappeared too.
if you actually want to change the fucking world, maybe start with looking your neighbors in the eye.
run it up and share for black trans people in the so-called third world 🇳🇬
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Tutorial on drawing characters/OCs who have some sort of facial paralysis. It doesn't cover all possible variants because I was using mirror as my main reference lawl
Keep in mind that this is an introductory drawing tutorial and has some generalizations in it, so not every “X is Z” statement will be true for Actual People 👍
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In a moment of internet disconnection, I was looking for something to entertain me, and I found myself playing with the dinosaur in Google Chrome. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that our lives in Gaza are just like this game — we keep pushing forward, trying to survive despite the many obstacles, just like the dinosaur jumping over them. 🦖💔
But here, the obstacles are much bigger than just pixelated ones on a screen.
But despite these small moments of entertainment, the reality in Gaza is far from fun. We live day by day in complete darkness, no electricity, no internet, and no aid reaching us.
The crossing is closed, and we watch as hope slips away day by day. Nothing is coming. We are stuck in these tragic circumstances. There is no food to keep our children alive, and we have nothing but pain and fear. Hunger is tearing us apart, and we watch our children suffer in front of us, unable to do anything.
I am Kareman, a Palestinian mother from Gaza and a teacher. I used to be awarded "Best Teacher" every year, always striving to be an inspiration for my students. But today, even education has become a distant dream because of the dire situation we face. We are truly living in a catastrophe, and hunger and fear are overwhelming our lives.
I need you now more than ever. Our lives are in danger, our children are hungry, and we are waiting for anything to save us from this darkness. If your heart has compassion, and if you can help with any amount, even a small contribution, it will change our lives.
Please, don’t close this message without thinking of us. We need support, we need hope, we need life. Hamoud needs you. We have only our prayers, but we need you for our survival.
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