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“Do it scared” “do it badly” it’s time to drop the guide for do it alone

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Nour (@noor509) is raising funds so he can provide basic needs for his two children, one of whom was born in the middle of this genocidal war! Imagine trying to raise and feed a baby in a genocide, in the midst of constant bombings and with no aid being allowed in! Israel has killed at least 17,400 children during its war on Gaza! With Israel's constant attacks, survival is no easy feat, especially with a baby so young!

To make things worse, their Gofundme fundraiser was closed by GFM when the campaign organizer Andrea (@roadimusprime) switched how he transferred the money to Nour. They have created a PayPal link to collect funds, but donations to Nour have been suffering ever since! Please share and donate if you are able to! Every little bit helps!

Nour’s GFM was Shared by 90-ghost! The link doesn't work now because Tumblr took down Nour's old account, but see the reblog in the Wayback Machine link here, also see the screenshot of 90-ghost's reblog here and here.

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Even the bird was not spared from pain. He flew off to find food for his little ones, but when he returned, he found them in pieces beneath the ashes of a burned branch. He stood silently, crying—unable to understand the language of war or why the souls he sang to every morning were taken away. If a small bird could feel such agony, imagine the heart of a mother under endless bombing, or a father holding the torn bodies of his children with shaking, powerless hands. Donate here

My name is Sami, and I speak to you from the heart of Gaza. We have survived being buried under rubble again and again, carrying our children as we flee from one death to another. There is no medicine, no shelter, no food. My children tremble from hunger and fear. I’m not writing this to sadden you—I’m writing to try to save my family. My mother is sick, my siblings are displaced, my children are starving. We live in tents that protect neither from the heat nor the cold. If you’re reading this, leave even a dot—it means you saw us. Please donate here. Someone is praying for the help you can give.

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A large number of people participate, but unfortunately, no one donates. I swear, I am talking to you and I am ashamed of you because I have not eaten for more than two full days.

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Kids on the internet now a days are literally wild.. like when I was 12 and on the internet, i was lying out my asshole I was telling people about my kids and my wife. I was talking to them about taxes and how I miss my college days.....now 12 year Olds are out here telling their AGE?!?! OR REAL NAME?!??! I was literally fucking Garry that worked at staples and had 2 children for like 4 years...

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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

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Urgent appeal, help my family⛔🍉

I am Youssef from Gaza, father of Lana, Abdul Karim, and Adam. My home was destroyed and we are living in tents under the scorching sun. My wife is eight months pregnant and her health is difficult due to malnutrition. Be in my place. How would I wait for my child, who was born in poor condition? My heart is broken. I dreamed of a wonderful life to spend with them, a dignified life. A life not filled with death, fear, destruction, and deprivation. I wanted to fill his room with toys and his closet with clothes. I wanted to buy him children's books, but I couldn't. The war came and my hopes were shattered. My goal became providing him with a 70-pound carton of milk and food. I can barely afford anything. Everything is expensive, and we no longer have the income to buy his needs. Bayd Al-Karam has been deprived of many of his basic needs. He has been deprived of security and stability. No fruits, no meat, no flour. A kilo of flour costs £30. Vegetables are exorbitantly expensive. A kilo of tomatoes costs £20, a kilo of eggplant £20, a head of garlic £25, a kilo of peppers £25. Nothing but fear fills my children's eyes. As soon as they hear the sounds of explosions around them, they start crying. Today, a kilo of onions costs £70, a kilo of zucchini £30, and a kilo of lemons £50. Water is undrinkable, and we struggle to obtain it through waiting in line, and most of the time, we are unable to obtain it.

Every donation for my children will save us from the tragedy we live every day in Gaza.🙏🫂.

Thank you so much for your generous donations, kindness, and support for me and my family. But we are still halfway there. Our situation and fate in Gaza are still unknown, yet we still yearn for a better future. If this is possible and if it doesn't overwhelm you, please share your donations through my GFM donation link.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #591 )✅️

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The latest cover of TIME magazine.

THE GAZA TRAGEDY "Crowds line up in Gaza City to receive food."

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Basically I don't think anyone in the trans community takes anything away from any other parts of the trans community.

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Mcspirk doodle (They’re gonna save/throw him)

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Okay reblog if you’re an artist who STRONGLY PREFERS reblogs with commentary

People are apparently under the impression that reblogging someone’s art and adding a comment is frowned upon and that can’t possibly be true, every artist I know of sees a reblog-comment as like the ultimate definitive reward for their hard work.

Obviously don’t feel bad for NOT adding a comment if you’re shy or just don’t know what to say, but if there’s something you would like to say about a drawing you’ve liked enough to reblog, I’m pretty sure most artists crave hearing it.

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Pay attention to the particulars of Mastercard's responses, because this a textbook example of how to create plausible deniability.

"Mastercard has not barred any legal transaction" is, technically, a true statement – because Mastercard is not the one processing the transactions in the first place. Mastercard does not deal directly with any merchant, and in fact typically refuses to communicate with merchants at all; there's always a payment processing service sitting in between Mastercard and the merchant, whether that's Stripe or Paypal or any of dozens of other service providers.

Consequently, there are two layers of service agreements in place: the agreement between Mastercard and the payment processing service, and the agreement between the payment processing service and the merchant. That second layer of service agreements, between the payment processing service and the merchant, is where all of these content restrictions are being imposed. Mastercard can thus truthfully claim that they aren't barring legal transactions.

Now, if you've been paying attention, you've probably already spotted the issue: if the content restrictions are being imposed upon the merchants by individual payment processing services and not by Mastercard, why do all of those payment processing services seem to have exactly the same content restrictions?

That's where the critical sleight of hand comes in: while Mastercard's own terms of service do not require payment processing services to bar transactions of particular types, their ToS does require payment processors to bar transactions which could be damaging to the Mastercard brand. What constitutes damage to the Mastercard brand is not defined; it means whatever Mastercard wants it to mean. The payment processing services are thus in a position where they can be held in breach of Mastercard's terms of service for basically any reason, which gives them a strong incentive not to test any boundaries.

And that's why Mastercard can truthfully say they have never barred any legal transaction: they're never the ones doing the blocking. The layer of payment processing services that sits between Mastercard and the merchants are enforcing those content restrictions, based on a series of unwritten handshake agreements between the payment processors and Mastercard regarding what does and does not constitute acceptable content – and because the particulars of those handshake agreements aren't in writing, Mastercard can assert that their terms of service do not compel payment processing services to bar any legal transaction and technically be telling the truth.

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Jiddies part 2, featuring the inner mechanisms of Mr Spock

(I’m sorry I took some tags, they made me laugh)

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Bad hair day ✂

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hater for hire. if you need someone to hate on anything i'm your guy. i'll hate on anything for next to no reason and i just do it for the love of the game. which i hate

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Got too many asks for more of this comic to endure..

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