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[kimbapisnotsushi]

my brother got covid because he's a college professor and there's not much he can do to mitigate exposure when he has 200+ students per lecture. he's got a baby at home, so he does his best, but.

the governmental website for covid information is now propaganda. not a joke, not hyperbole, not an exaggeration: it's genuinely the definition of propaganda. this is biased misinformation determined to push a political stance. it is being hosted on a government server. it looks like something you'd find in a "top 10 weird internet conspiracy stories (and their origins)" youtube video.

my brother called me when he saw it. he had me type it into google. for a second i legitimately thought that i had typed something wrong. we have both taught college: we have both said "a .gov site is usually a reliable resource." i just stared at my phone for a long, long time.

i thought about how when i was a kid, conspiracy theories were mostly fun and a little spooky. unserious. i remember reading some long, complicated website about how avril lavigne is dead. how bigfoot is real. it used to be funny-and-a-joke.

over seven million people (globally) have died from covid. america has the highest death rate with over 1.2 million people.

the thing is - every time a person dies from something like a mass shooting or poverty or treatable illness - we are told don't make it political. we are told it's just something that can happen. we are told it's sad but what can you do!

the president of the united states is using a government website to try to erase the very-real deaths that he personally caused due to a complete mismanagement of the pandemic. the president of the united states is using a government server to host propaganda, undermine science and medicine, and encourage distrust amongst his followers.

nothing is going to happen. nobody's gonna, like, do anything about it. it's a thursday today, and we are just going to move on from this like we have been moving on from everything else.

yesterday my brother was outside walking his dog, mask included. a guy in a truck pulls up and shouts something about covid and whatever the fuck else. my brother has a good sense of humor, described it to me as enthusiastic! i hadn't ever been catcalled before, this was new and therefore thrilling! i do see why you hate it, though. like. i have actual covid, does he want me to cough on him?

my brother doesn't get extra time off work anymore, because the cdc practically doesn't exist. my brother said i'm not exposing 200 students to covid. his boss shrugged and said: who cares? they're going to get it eventually anyway. like it isn't a pandemic.

like it's just a fucking thursday, and who cares about it.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

Look man, I don't know. There are a lot of fascist fuckwits trying their best to ruin everything for everyone right now. There have often been a lot of fascist fuckwits trying to ruin everything for everyone. Not to downplay the pain and trauma we're all feeling at having to struggle through this particular go-round when the future looks especially dark, but it's not exactly a new thing in human history. Alas.

There are still many, many people telling the fascist fuckwits to eat shit. There are still long green spring evenings and slow golden summer afternoons and winter nights and autumn leaves. There are still coffee shops and weird little bookstores and small businesses on sidewalks lined with flowered trees. There are still sunrises and sunsets and blue skies and ocean shores and mountains. Oh yes, there are still mountains, which I have an especial fondness for. High up there in thin air, you can see forever.

There are still Gay People In Your Phone and texts and in-jokes. There are your blorbos. There is still fic and fanart. There are still books and music and games and art. There is a lot of art. Even with the AI beast trying to gobble and commercialize everything, there's still art! There are still people who think using your own brain to do things is important! There are still universities and publishing houses and other places where it's our job to think about things that matter!

There is still work that feels fulfilling to do. There are still constant little moments of quiet and beauty and rest. There are still jaw-dropping pictures of nebulae and galaxies and the great immensity of space, as we continue to learn things we never knew before. And amid all those stars, there is still a tiny, beautiful, and vulnerable blue planet which we only get to live on for a very short time, and there are still kids who are counting on us to make sure they get to inherit it in some kind of recognizable form. There is still the weird fact that when you give someone a hug and sit with them for a while and tell them over and over that it will be okay, it actually feels like it might be okay. I think that all means something.

Doomerism is really easy right now. I get it. I honestly 100% do. But I also don't see any point whatsoever in throwing up our hands and letting said fascist fuckwits gleefully terrify us into submission and make us live in fear and act like they're the Actual Meaning of the World (they are not). They suck so incredibly hard, but they're also so small and so stupid and so ultimately insignificant. They will not define this particular moment if we don't let them, and if we stick around to make sure they don't. Fuck 'em. I believe in you.

Courage, etc.

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nightwing gives cameron a phone just in case (because to nightwing this is a kid who is broke, alone, and buried so deep in the city gutters that nobody can tell where cameron ends and begins amidst concrete and metal) and cameron immediately:

downloads twitter and dunks on nightwing

dunks on superman

dunks on batman

does not actually know how to use twitter, and so cameron keeps getting threatening dms from people who think he's legitimately a hater and he replies to them all very seriously

"what do you mean they don't have accounts? how else am i supposed to @ them?" because sure nightwing gave him a phone but somehow forgot to include a number that cam could contact him with on said phone

hence hopping on twitter to get their attention

actually does use "city boy" as his user and profile name and nobody realizes it's supposed to be his hero (not a hero, whatever) moniker because it's so fucking dumb

(nobody calls him city boy)

gets memed a lot because there are far more people who think he's being antagonistic/edgy on purpose and is doing a bit but no cameron really is just like that. he doesn't understand why he has so many followers when he's literally just an asshole

also in the beginning this means a lot of people thought cam was a bigot because he was so against heroes (and presumably what they stand for) so when someone tweets "this whole time i thought it was 'cis boy' instead of 'city boy'" a bunch of transphobes go on a rampage trying to "defend" cam and he's just like "??? why would i be mad that they called me cis when 1) it's true 2) it's not an insult. use your fucking brain" and everyone goes WILD

this is what also gets him a shit ton of followers the first time bc now people think he's one of those skit accounts that are like "life if [blank] was real" except this is more like "life if i was part of the justice league" bc cameron tweets shit like "can poison ivy stop trying to pick a fucking fight with me i keEP TELLING HER I'M NOT THE ONE DESTROYING THE LOCAL FLORA"

(he does help her find out who is, tho)

goes viral because he once made a tweet asking why darkseid actually isn't in jail/dead yet because it sort of seems like he really should be by now, along with the snide implication that the justice league fucking sucks at their job. and when asked why cam doesn't just do it himself, cam goes "because i'm not fucking invincible, deborah" which becomes the ultimate new meme

(jason, naturally, is delighted by everything cam does, and retweets everything he says with total agreement. cam has no idea who @/wantedundeadoralive is, but he appreciates the support)

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hello again.

sorry for not making a lot of these posts lately. i do apologize for that. the following is short, and from my inbox.

if anyone is able to donate, please do so. regardless, please reblog this, so more people can help. thank you.

@99nazmy

https://www.tumblr.com/99nazmy/780714911502385152/our-lives-have-become-in-these-tents-that-do-not

https://gofund.me/9205deca

€980 raised

€10K goal

[10%]

@sharifmoody

(the link in the post has been closed. the new link is link down below.)

https://www.tumblr.com/sharifmoody/778405740807372800

https://gofund.me/4e945d48

€2,103 raised

€50K goal

[4%]

@mohammedgaza5

https://www.tumblr.com/mohammedgaza5/780835410573148160/please-dont-skip-taking-a-look

https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/ahmedjamal9

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Dont skip 🔴

I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 37 years old, married, and I have a eight-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house. and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.

I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us.  I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it.  I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it!  We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!

.  My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.

  Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!?  But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us!  I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place.  How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this?  We are slowly dying every day.

Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact.  It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances.  Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.

I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families.  Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.

Warm greetings,

Falestine

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🌑DARKNESS, DEATH, STARVATION 🌑

Since October 7th, we are suffering and facing all shades of death and pain, we are trying to save our lives by all means.

First, we have displaced four times until now, then I have lost my first child, then we have lost our only source of energy which is our solar panel. It’s too dark at night. We have to buy a new panel which will cost us more than $1500. You are our only hope to get it please 🙏

Donate and share please as much as you can 🙏💔

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Hello, I am Hani from Gaza, Palestine, I speak to you with a sad and heavy 🥺 heart about what happened to me and my family.I was seriously injured in the war on Gaza and did not receive treatment from the moment, I am married and have three children, Abdullah, Salma and Saleh and my wife gave birth to a baby girl named Tulip, but unfortunately she died at birth from the effects of war and famine, since more than a year I have not been able to buy my children's needs such as milk and life necessities. We live in a torn tent and💔😭 winter has come and the bitter cold is hitting my children very cold, because we do not have winter coats and winter clothes, we lost everything we have in our house destroyed in the war, please my friend do not ignore my story, donate and share my campaign I will be grateful to you 🫶🇵🇸🍉

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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #510 )✅️

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

if i started writing for cameron i'd love to eventually throw him into a random unhinged pairing but the big question is who . . .

[kimbapisnotsushi]

just binged all of city boy i need more of cameron kim IMMEDIATELY

[kimbapisnotsushi]

i love wfa but them acting as if gotham is isolated and alone is antithetical to what this whole entire joker arc is about

[kimbapisnotsushi]

There’s a shadow lurking on the fire escape outside of Jay’s apartment.

As much as Jay wants it to be, he already knows it isn’t Jon, because Jon is in China helping Kenan with some kind of arms-trafficking case. Jay would have tagged along, but it’s finals season at MU—he has a collective twenty-five pages to write across all of his classes by Sunday, and three exams over the next two days. It’s hell. He would literally rather risk the goons with laser guns and bombs than finish his projects. 

He doesn’t hear the window slide open. If it is who he thinks it is, he knows he won’t hear anything at all. 

“Robin,” says Jay, without looking up. “Nice of you to drop by.”

“Fifteen seconds.” Robin steps into the dim light of the living room, his arms folded over his chest. “Not bad.”

“Give me a sec, I’m almost done.” Jay hits submit, stretches his arms above his head, stands, and motions Robin to follow him into the kitchen. He rummages through his cabinets and glances over his shoulder. “Can I get you anything? Tea? Hot chocolate?”

“Hot chocolate, please,” says Robin, because apparently he has no qualms about breaking into people’s apartments, but still somehow has manners. “I needed to talk to you about something. Has Jon ever told you about some of my family’s more . . . peculiar habits?”

“Um.” Jay thinks for a minute while he stirs in the hot chocolate powder. “If nobody gets injured during patrol, your butler makes you cookies.”

Robin’s brows pinch. “He said what—never mind, that’s not important. Did he mention anything else?”

“Not that I can remember,” Jay says, as he passes Robin a mug, “but to be fair, pretty much everything your family gets up to is peculiar, even by normal superhero standards.”

“True,” Robin agrees. “In any case, I’m here to discuss one such habit. I’ve been told that it’s an effort most don’t appreciate, but my family finds it necessary, so consider this a courtesy call.”

“How ominous,” Jay says. “All right, lay it on me. What could I possibly help Robin with?”

“I need some of your DNA.”

-- an excerpt from a work-in-progress of the first in my adventures dating superboy, in which jay and damian bond (?)

[kimbapisnotsushi]

natuski, kaji, mafuyu, nao, and amane hanging out in a room was something i didn't know i needed until now

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and if i told you that the core of sakamoto days is about profiting off of engineered violence at the expense of other people. what then

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Hello 🙋

My name is Ahmed, I’m 20 years old, and I’m from Gaza City. I used to dream of a peaceful life, completing my education, and getting a job, but the war has turned that dream into something impossible 💔😭. We lived through this massacre in every painful detail, and we are still in pain 😔. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in the north of Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Strip. After we fixed a small room in our destroyed house to live in and start over, unfortunately, the war returned, stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter and no source of income. We have exhausted all our savings during the war. I know that I started my campaign very late, but that’s because there is no other way to help my family 🙏. I am fully confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these difficult circumstances 😔.

I know that the feeling of starting from scratch is painful and frustrating, but I hope to receive any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

https://chuffed.org/project/helpahmedfamily

Even a small donation would have a great impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude