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Some pictures from my Gochi HS Baseball AU comic! :3

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I FUCKING LOVE M-DISC !

I WANT PILES UPON PILES OF OPTICAL MEDIA VIRTUALY IMMUNE TO BITROT !

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Mostly tried to use official art but the fulgrim vs ferrus one is from tibz-ollier-thibault on deviantart because I liked it more Source

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It makes me sick to my stomach to see the worsening famine in Gaza, not only because it’s such a vile and hateful thing to be happening in the world – but also because of how going hungry as a child can leave permanent physical and psychological marks on people. I work with infants and small children, and even toddlers need at least 1000 calories a day and on a consistent schedule.

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Mastercard and visa have reported to a couple news outlets that they are currently being swamped with calls and complaints. Keep up the pressure and try to (politely) insist that you leave a complaint via phone instead of letting the rep direct you to emails. It's way easier to be overwhelmed by a much smaller number of calls so each one counts for a bit more!

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ghazzah has no food. this is the most important thing you can say today. the israeli occupation has gotten away with starving 1.8 million+ ppl for long enough to where tht ppl are dying everyday from it now.

protests are no longer effective. there must be a loud, consistent, and coordinated response to the continued policy of collective punishment. because 85% of Gazzans are malnourished. these people will die if we don’t take real action NOW.

what is also important is to keep assisting palestinians in gaza via donating to their campaign. the $ is still used in various ways whether that be for sourcing scarce medical supplies, water, future evacuation, etc. support @blackeagleplog’s, my dear friend mohammed who’s become his family’s sole provider at 23 years old, campaign here. he’s been severely weakened by hunger & told me today he’s only ate lentils once.

how many times did you eat today?

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The days here in Gaza have become similar. There is no day off and no day of rest. All our days pass with the same difficulty due to the lack of food, water, medicine and fear. We do not have any necessities of life. We spend our time trying to get a small meal from the free food basket, but most days we are not lucky enough to get a small meal.

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Source

So this is 600,000 people

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To everyone outside Gaza:

If you know someone inside, message them now and ask how to send money — even $50 helps (barely). Because banks are closed, people rely on informal cash brokers who take huge cuts — up to half. Prices are insane. This isn’t charity — it’s duty. Don’t wait for governments or peace. People are starving. Send whatever you can, now

Even in Tel Aviv, people marched last night demanding an end to Gaza’s starvation. When the oppressor’s own streets speak, silence is no longer an option.

(update: This is my friend, Engineer Mohammed, who has been talking to me since the beginning of the war. Today he told me that since the beginning of the war we have not suffered such famine and starvation. He also has four children and they need to buy food. He did not want help. This is their campaign.)

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had to get this out before we collectively move on from coldplay ceo

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When trans women are mocked and made into jokes in the media, I get very upset, and I am often told “Kay, you can’t go through life getting offended every time someone makes a joke.” And I sputter and object but they don’t hear me. So I want to be clear for once, about why the jokes make me angry.

I learned to hate myself for being transgender before I knew I was transgender. I laughed at the jokes in stand up comedy routines, and prime time sitcoms, and animated comedy shows, and in the movies, and in books, and in games, laughing at trans women for existing, about “men in dresses”, about people who “got their dicks chopped off”, and I learned to think that was worthy of ridicule.

And then a day came when I felt a pang of envy at what my female classmates were wearing and I repressed it, and felt guilty, and a day where I felt incomplete because I had no breasts and I repressed it and I felt disgusting And a day when I realized the only images of romance that made me feel anything showed two women together and I repressed it and I felt like a monster And a day when I realized I felt sick when I looked at myself in the mirror after every shower before work and couldn’t bear to look at my own face, and I hated myself. And then there came a day when I hated myself so much, and I thought I could never understand why, and so I just wanted it all to end. And it was just a miracle that I swerved my car back into my lane in time.

And all of it started with a joke that I heard on TV, and then kept hearing from all the voices from the ether, over and over and over, worming an idea into my mind before I was old enough to realize I was absorbing it, the idea that a man in a dress is funny, and that changing your body parts makes you a freak, and that women who have penises instead of vaginas are liars and hurt men. And they’re still making these jokes. And somewhere out there right now, just like all those years ago, there is a little girl in a t-shirt and cargo shorts with buzzed off hair watching the TV, hearing that joke and absorbing it without knowing it, who will someday have to pry herself apart to tear it out of her head, just like I did.

That is, if she doesn’t kill herself first.

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ecological problems of colonialism also have more to do with the exploitative nature of colonialism than with foreigners lacking an elf-like connection to the land imo

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Imagine being a parent and watching your baby’s formula run out, knowing the next can is so expensive it may as well not exist. You search desperately for alternatives—but all you have is a bit of rice and some cow’s milk, not meant for infants. You have no choice but to feed it to her , praying it keeps her alive, even as you watch it make her sick.

Images: Hossam Al-Qazzaz sent us update photos of his daughter, Habiba, who is currently in hospital due to her parents having to feed her ground rice and milk, in addition to pollution in the food.

@diana-family

Written by @rumiandroses

This is the reality for Hossam Al-Qazzaz in Gaza. His ten

-month old daughter, Habiba, is now in the hospital—weak, undernourished, her tiny hand wrapped in gauze and tape, an IV doing the job that formula should have done.

Hossam, his wife Hanan, and their four children—Bashar (9), Hani (8), Diana (4), and baby Habiba—are displaced once again, forced to flee after their area was designated an active combat zone. The little shelter they had left among the ruins of their home is now unsafe. They now sleep in a tent, with no walls to protect them and no roof to shield them from the bombs or the elements.

Despite it all, they cling to hope—hope that they’ll survive long enough to escape. Hope for a day when their children can live in peace.

But survival alone has become a full-time battle. Over the past few weeks, Hossam has faced death multiple times just trying to access aid. He’s seen his brother-in-law and nephew severely injured in front of him. He’s made dangerous trips to aid centers, only to return empty-handed or narrowly escape shelling. He does all of this while also caring for his family and elderly parents, both in poor health.

Gaza’s infrastructure has collapsed. Jobs have vanished. There is no electricity, no clean water, and no stable access to food or medicine. Even basic items like rice, cooking gas, clothing, and diapers are becoming luxuries, as prices skyrocket due to the Israeli blockade and severe shortages. Baby formula, when it can be found at all, costs over $60 a can—an impossible amount for a family with no income.

Since this war began, the Al-Qazzaz family has endured the unthinkable: being bombed out of their home, attacked by wild animals in the night while displaced, suffering from malnutrition, and living in fear of each new dawn.

And still, they keep going.

Please, for the sake of little Habiba—who was born into a war she never chose—and for her family, we ask you to share their story. Help us connect them with those who can donate, no matter how small. Every act of kindness counts. Every share, every dollar, every prayer helps bring this family one step closer to safety, stability, and dignity.

You can donate to the Al-Qazzaz family's GoFundMe campaign here:

This campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters and is #287 on their list of verified campaigns.

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