there's been a couple times that i've gone to the local sex club and every time i was at an event there was one man just fully naked walking around. same guy every time. hog like a hoagie roll when flaccid and he was always flaccid. anyway at one of the less populated events i got to sit and talk with him and he told me that he told me he was always naked because, despite it being a sex club, people still don't know when it's 'okay' to start getting into it and he decided he'd be the one thing to break the ice and make everybody comfortable, because you know you can start doing whatever you wanna do when there's just a naked guy walking around. he then asked if i wanted a silicone copy of his dick for my strap. never in my life have i felt such an instant respect for a person.

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"Palestinian trade unions and workers have made clear demands: halt arms production and disrupt the supply of military goods to Israel. This toolkit equips movements, trade unions, and organisers with the knowledge needed to take effective action—targeting arms manufacturers, pressuring governments to cut military ties, and mobilising workers along supply chains."

Mohammed Abu Alwan told me today that his children are sick, and he needs money so he can take them to the doctor!

You can help via gofundme:

Or via:

Venmo: gothhabiba Paypal: paypal.me/Najia Cashapp: $NajiaK

all with note "🍓" or "strawberry"

$356 / $1,000 to our short-term goal

With a donation of at least $75 USD you can get your own custom, hand-made tatreez piece.

THE RED SHOES (1948) dir. Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger

What Strength Really Means 💪

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

A New Hope for My Family Amid the Pain

I am a mother with children, and we have been living in tents since the beginning of the war. Our life is extremely difficult, and my husband hasn’t been able to find work to provide for our basic needs. Every day is full of challenges, but despite it all, I hold on to hope.

I am reaching out to you again after my friends on Tumblr informed me that my old account was closed. However, I have now started a new campaign, filled with ambition and a desire to improve my life and the life of my family.

Your support means so much to us. It will not only help us meet our basic needs but also provide us with the safety and warmth we desperately need. With your help, I will be able to buy what keeps my children warm and gives them comfort in these harsh conditions.

Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a significant difference in our lives and bring back hope for a better future.

Vetted by @nabulsi @el-shab-hussein

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Rania’s campaign has been frozen at £63/10,000 for over a week. She is struggling to provide food and supplies for her family. Please share and donate if you can!

£74/10,000

There's been no progress for over a week

The situation in Gaza has once more become catastrophic. Mohammed and Samar Abu Alwan rely on your donations to feed their three children and provide them with medical treatment.

You can help via gofundme:

or with:

Venmo: gothhabiba Paypal: paypal.me/Najia Cashapp: $NajiaK

all with note "🍓" or "strawberry"

$126 / $1,000 to our short-term goal

With a donation of at least $75 USD you can get your own custom, hand-made tatreez piece.

$346 / $1,000

OLDBOY (2003) —

dir. Park Chan-wook.

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

My friend, don't make me say goodbye to my father. 😭 The only thing left of my family. A month and a half ago, I lost my mother, who was taking her last breaths. 😭💔 I don't want my father to let his last breaths be in front of my eyes, just like I lost my mother. 😭😭 When I lost my mother, I had no choice, and now I have no choice but to lose my father. 😭😭 I don't want my father to die. The matter seems very difficult for him. Do you imagine what I mean, my friend?

I can't write these words, I bleed while writing this, I can't describe and I scream at the doctors and tell them I don't want my father to die, but no one is with me, and my father is independent in intensive care, and his body is completely covered with wires and electronic devices inside the intensive care, and my father lives on artificial oxygen, and his swollen eyes ask me for help 💔😭😭 and I have nothing but pain and tears 😭😭😭

My father is sick with Sultan's disease and hepatitis, and they told me that either you pay to get a battery for the heart machine, or we will remove your father's oxygen and take him out of intensive care, and he will die immediately. 😭💔😭

My friend, please, I am begging you. Can you imagine what it means to my father and the pain inside me? Can you imagine the life I am living? My friend, your donation will save the life of a human being like us, just like each other. We must help each other, my friend.

Can you imagine my father's life shattered and trapped between death or life, just a number on a piece of paper, and my father needs your donation to save his life? 😭🙏🏻

I haven't slept for days because of the conditions of saving my father. I see my father at the door of intensive care surrounded by machines and wires. My eyes are tearing up because I can't save my father and he is breathing with difficulty. I am afraid. Will this be my last day? 😭😭

Will my life become dark after my father's departure? 😭💔 Will I continue to imagine my father in front of my eyes during his departure? 😭😭 Imagine? Imagine?

When I hold my father's hand, I feel warmth and tenderness because there is no one in my family but my father, and I lost my sisters and everyone who cares about me, but my father is in danger and his last hours could be in a few minutes, my friend, donate when you see this, please, please, the matter is urgent 😭😭

I don't ask much from you. I just want my father to live and be my support. I want him to hug me and feel his warmth and tenderness and make up for the loss of my family.😭🙏🏻

I beg you please my friend please help my father don't let my father go don't let my life be dark I have no one but my father please donate please my friend save my father 🙏🏻

Share my campaign 🙏

Verified : @90-ghost

$270 needed ASAP

Please donate and share. Ahmed still does not have enough to afford surgery and his father's condition is worsening. If you can donate, please send it through the paypal linked below. The funds will be transferred to Ahmed so he can access them faster

@calmthings is offering art as a donation incentive

Proof that this is the paypal Ahmed shared with me

Proof of vetting by 90-ghost

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

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

Have you ever looked closely at a car windshield?

The edge of the glass is painted where it is glued to the car but it has these small dots between the clear and painted glass.

These are there for a reason. When the sun hits the glass the painted areas and the clear areas will absorb heat at different rates. This causes the glass to expand and contract differently putting stress on the glass.

These dots help the glass to warm up more evenly over a larger area so the glass does not suffer stress that could cause it to spontaneously explode.

Fun fact: the Tesla cybertruck doesn’t have these.

Yes, the glass will spontaneously crack or explode in the sun.

university professors love to create the most fucked up pdf ever known to mankind. it's enrichment for them.

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