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I’m in class and soooo bored

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It genuinely makes me so mad when people hate on her for getting upset that her personal life is invaded. Just because other celebrities don’t speak out or care about it, doesn’t mean she has to stay quiet on her personal boundaries. I don’t even really like her music but she is just being a regular human person with her own thoughts, opinions, and boundaries.

Also the whole thing about her standing up for insurance for artists and people saying, “well why isn’t she standing up for health insurance for everyone?” She never said she was against health insurance for everyone, she just focused her speech on something specific that she knows about.

I need straight people to shut the fuck up about chappell roan. I'm tired. "She's not using her platform" she was raising money for gaza at concerts with her friendship bracelets. "She's using the queer community" bitch she's a lesbian drag queen she IS the community. "She's so entitled now" she literally just won a Grammy and used that speech advocating for living wages and healthcare for all artists. What the fuck are you doing? Other than tone policing people actually putting the work in?

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Omg yes how do people get the nerve to mess with other peoples dead bodies.

Where do people get the sheer audacity to take remains from their burial/death site?

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Donate to them if you can!

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

What This Means to Us:

Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️

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Hi I’m Asher, I didn’t see anywhere that it had to be traditional thanksgiving food so I brought fry bread and spicy curry.

I would like to say that my best friend Theo @thelivingdeaddd tagged me in this and he is the only person on tumblr I know! So I guess I’ll start with him. I’m thankful to have an understanding, caring friend like Theo who helps me through everything. I’ve never had I friend that I have felt more comfortable with. His entire family is so welcoming and his partner is a very nice and supportive person that I would love to get to know. He’s helped me in ways that he doesn’t even know. That’s all to say that I’m very lucky to have someone like him in my life and I don’t think I could ever trust anyone as much as I trust him. I couldn’t ask for a better friend and I would say brother, so thank you for everything.

The next thing I’m thankful for would be my mom who has supported me most of the time with a few faults. She has raised me when my dad was to ‘busy’ and supported me in my transition more so recently. She has been trying to use my pronouns and that’s more than anyone else in the family has attempted to do. She raised me when she was at her lowest and I will never be able to explain to her fully how thankful I am for her.

Weirdly enough I don’t think I’m thankful for anything else, I’m going to be so embarrassed to post this but I already told Theo I would so I have to now. I don’t know anyone else on this app and Theo’s already done this sooooo…. That’s it I think. This is going to be very awkward when he reads it but it’s to late soooo yeah.

Happy Mootsgiving, everyone!

So, technically, I know Thanksgiving is an American holiday… history… yadda yadda. However, this is not Thanksgiving.

This is Mootsgiving, and what I say goes ‘cause this is my holiday. Anyway! Mootsgiving is all the basic ideas of Thankgiving but better because I’m great like that.

I just wanted to show everyone how grateful I am, since gratefulness is a key principle of Thanksgiving.

I want all my moots from different countries to be able to have the picture-perfect movie-esque Thanksgiving of being surrounded by friends and family with all the care and love and gratefulness that can be poured into a single human. And, as the ever-dramatic Runar, what better way to do that than to organize a huge event?

So! Rules!

State what food you brought

State one thing you’re thankful for

My name is Runar, I brought the eggnog, and I’m grateful for each and every one of you 💗🫶

Really sappy and really long paragraph/speech under the cut!!

Soooo… to start off my big long speech… *clinks my fancy wine glass that’s filled with a mysterious substance* (It’s eggnog)

When I first started this blog, it was off a whim. I wanted to do something, something that involved putting my work out there, as I was just starting out. I wanted to mean something. In any sort of way, I wanted to leave a sort of mark. Not just any mark, though, no. I wanted to add a bit of joy, a spark of life that comes from creativity, and adding words and love into the space we occupy on this floating rock in space.

I wanted to write because it made me happy, and I wanted there to be a possibility of someone who was who got joy from reading to maybe stumble upon it, and get joy from me. Get joy from something I was able to provide for them.

I was also incredibly lonely. I had no friends, I had nothing, pretty much. I didn’t talk much. I was reclusive. I was okay, but I was empty. I didn’t have a purpose. And while I wasn’t expecting much, nothing at all really, I was overjoyed at the prospect that maybe just one person would stumble upon something I wrote and for a moment of their day, maybe they got peace from it.

Maybe they felt a little less lonely. I would have been at peace with just knowing the possibility of it was out there. And then… it did. And I got more than I bargained for, even, I got a friend. My first friend.

From there, everything… clicked. Slowly, but ever so surely, things were falling into place. I was gaining something that had not even crossed my mind. A family.

So, my silly dream born from a whim became friends, connections, and family, it became life-altering. It had ups, it had downs, it had in-betweens. It was beautiful and messy and happy and sad and fucked up and so wonderfully… human?

Yeah, this is online, this is a silly mootsgiving idea I thought up three hours ago because I wanted people to know I love them.

But to someone who had nothing, this is everything. You are everything.

Even if we’ve only talked one time, you have a special place in my heart. The character growth has been… one hell of a ride. I’ve gone through many eras, and made new friends in each and every one of them. So, with the end of the year closing soon, I suppose in a way this is not just a silly mootsgiving.

My bigger end goal, really, was to make sure as we get to the end of this ear, you know how genuinely important this whole year has been to me. How important you have been. I got an anon ask,

What does it feel like to be wanted?

It was beautiful poetry. I replied, said I wouldn’t know what it feels like to be wanted. But really? I think maybe I do. I think it feels like having enough people that you love to organize and invite everyone to a huge event online, to write out this heartfelt paragraph and trust that at least one person will care enough to read it.

My beginning goal has changed so much, and not at all. My biggest purpose in life has been, and I think will always be, to add something into this world.

Creativity, joy, happiness, compassion, I want to ensure that no matter what, as long as you know me, you know you have one person on this earth who loves and cares about you with as much feeling that can physically be felt by one person without exploding into a bunch of tiny little runar pieces.

But moreso, I think maybe my goal has changed from wanting to put stories out there, to putting myself out there. I don’t want to write stories that are just fiction, just crafted ideas meshed together to create a blob of fiction.

I want to write pieces of myself into everything, which i think might genuinely be impossible to not do. I want my heart to pour out of my fingers into the things i type out for you, and i want to not only feel things, but to maybe make you feel something too. Something warm and fuzzy, something good, as good as you deserve.

Aaaaannnd…. to end this….

I love you guys, thanks for being here <3

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This was like a week ago but I went to a small reptile show thing, and I just remembered this app exists so here’s some adorable creatures

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I saw this cute porcupine he’s so cute!!!

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Help me pay to travel home for my uncle's memorial service.

I know I said I wouldn't be online for a while, but I am posting this for help.

My Uncle Roger recently passed away, very unexpectedly. He was one of the most important people in my life, and probably one of the only members of my family who didn't completely disown me when I came out, left home, and moved out of state, and realized I was trans.

Despite me having a difficult relationship with my family, Roger and I stayed in touch over the years. Practically everyone in my family didn't attend my wedding or graduation - Roger did. He was there.

I was not able to go to the funeral/burial - much of my family said me being there would be painful for them and that my presence would cause turmoil at an already difficult time. It pains me a lot that even though Roger was there for me, I was not able to be there for him.

But I still would like to travel to see my grandmother, and a few other relatives, for a separate memorial. Travel costs will go toward a last-second holiday flight, a rental car, and (possibly) a hotel room. Any additional money will go towards my grandmother, who lost her son during an already difficult time for my Palestinian family.

أحبك خالو رجا.

Anything helps. And if you can't donate, please reblog if you are able.