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I've never been in nyc but i feel like that would be such a vibe

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Sinners is an excellent horror film for many reasons, but to me the most central is that it is horror with something interesting to say and ask. The film explores the ways in which colonialism, white supremacy, and racial capitalism impact how people form relationships, build community, create art, practice spirituality, connect to history, and value other people. It also has something interesting to ask about what it means to be someone who is part of a population that is considered ontologically always dying and already dead.

As you consider these themes, I would like to ask you to extend your thoughts to Fadel. Like the fictional protagonist Sammie, Fadel is a talented, kind, young adult who has dreams for his life and enduring love for his family and community.

He is a disabled and injured Palestinian in Gaza, part of a population who much of the world reduces to their suffering and deaths, as if their early death is an inevitability. It is not. It is preventable.

He is alive right now. You can message him, check in on him, extend your love and care to him ( @fadel-dani ). He needs some money to get to a hospital resourced enough to treat his injuries after a bombing. I know you can empathize with being in pain, with health care being inaccessible and stunningly expensive. You have common humanity with him. You understand him.

Fadel is not a story. His future is not fated or scripted or set in stone. The way his life unfolds is entirely dependent on the social systems around him and the decisions of people who have resources, especially people like us who are not in active genocide, who get pay checks every couple weeks or every month.

Your decisions matter. Please help him out.

His campaign is vetted by: @gazavetters list (#197) and @90-ghost and @a-shade-of-blue

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@fadel-dani needs medical treatmeng that he cannot get in the current dire conditions in Gaza. But together we can help him!💚

Fadel has suffered so many times now.

He was injured by shrapnel from explosives that destroyed his home.

Some of the shrapnel too close to his spine couldn't be removed and continues to worsen, causing a chronic blood condition.

His feet were injured further after that, causing him further pain

His PTSD is worsened by his blood condition and other injuries.

His original gofundme campaign was deleted, returning all of the donations and losing months of grueling effort

Fadel should be allowed to live a healthy and normal life with his family again. With the help of your donations, we can give this to him!❤️

Fadel's new fundraiser is only at 15% currently, but it is less than €500 away from his next milestone!

Don't let progress stagnate, please, any small donation is a gift of hope! 💚❤️

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Bro, we are cooked. The knight that dogs the prince's shadow like a dark and silent wraith just knelt to press his forehead to the prince's hand. Yeah, now he's uttering a prayer whose recipient is ostensibly God but in reality is the deified version of the prince that exists only in his mind. Aaand the prince just caressed his cheek to preemptively grant him absolution. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

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If you've ever appreciated my posts about LGBTQ issues, this Pride month, as a favor to me, please do something to help my friend Fadel ( @fadel-dani ).

Fadel is multiply disabled.

A very serious accident left his leg paralyzed for a long time, and now he walks with great difficulty. He also has thalassemia, a blood disorder, which leaves him incredibly fatigued. The medication he needs costs €400 every month. He needs to buy medication as soon as possible, because he has not been able to afford it so far this month. He suffers from dizziness and nausea all the time because he has not been able to buy his medication yet.

Fadel needs urgent surgery

Over 550 days ago, Fadel's family home was bombed and he was left with iron shrapnel embedded in his body. The medical infrastructure in Gaza has been decimated and he URGENTLY needs to get to a better-resourced hospital to get this shrapnel surgically removed safely.

Fadel's family is starving

Israel has created and maintained famine in Gaza as a genocidal tactic. Not only do they prevent food aid from entering, but they target crowds of Palestinians waiting for the distribution of aid.

Fadel and his brothers recently traveled together to an aid site, hungry and desperate for food, only to be met with Israeli snipers.

He recounted, "I saw many martyrs die in front of my eyes. Unfortunately we fled and were not able to take any food or anything. Now we have nothing to eat. A bag of flour costs 800 euros, a kilo of sugar costs 100 euros, a kilo of tomatoes costs 50 euros, and a liter of milk costs 80 euros. What's worse is that my medication is about to run out. I don't know what to do. Should I spend my surgery money to buy medicine and food to eat, or what?"

He told me today that for the last two days his family has been rationing their remaining supplies so that they have only been able to eat once a day. They are always hungry.

Fadel's campaign is vetted

His campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters (#197) and 90-ghost.

Earlier this year he raised nearly 50% of his goal, but on April 25th, 2025, GoFundMe cruelly deleted his fundraiser with no warning or explanation (something this company has done to many Palestinians trying to survive genocide) and he was forced to start over with a new campaign.

Despite GoFundMe's deletion of his first campaign automatically returning all donations to the donors, most people who previously donated have not taken the time to send that money back to him.

Today as I write this (June 22, 2025), he has has raised 39% of his goal, still over €3,000 below the amount he had raised back in April.

He has escaped death so many times, and he needs our help to survive long enough to get to a hospital who can treat his injuries.

What you can do:

Donate any amount you can to his campaign

Make a post about Fadel to share his story and encourage others to donate

Share this post with your followers

Send him a kind message at @fadel-dani and offer your friendship

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insane way to kick off a season

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Good morning sasunarus they released a new video for naruto’s 20th anniversary which is literally just 10 minutes of  reanimated top 10 iconic sasunaru moments so enjoy looking at your fave sasunaru moments in high quality animation

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i am feeling normalcore :)

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Gaza: The City of the Flour Zombies

My brother and I went out after midnight, like the rest of the starving souls in Gaza. Our first stop was at the General Security intersection, trying to figure out where the flour trucks might pass. Then we moved north, toward Al-Helou Station and Badri & Hania Company, only to find hungry people sleeping in the streets — unconscious, or so it seemed. We had to step over them, stumble among them. There was no light but that of the full moon, which occasionally vanished behind drifting clouds.

We found a somewhat safe spot near Al-Andalus Tower and sat down briefly. Then we decided to move closer to a metal shack known as “Ma’rouf’s Bricks,” across from a bombed-out building with a canopy. We stayed there for a while, talking quietly about how far we’ve fallen and the state we’re living in. We hadn’t even noticed there was someone sleeping right beside us until he stirred, mumbled a few words, and drifted back into sleep.

With no signal and barely a working phone call, someone on the other end said, “Move to the Al-Tawam intersection.” We knew this place well — or so we thought. When we reached it, we didn’t recognize it anymore. We looked east and were stunned to see lights on the border — something once impossible to see.

A sudden explosion in the eastern area, behind a thick smoke cloud, shook us. We tried to see the people around us, but their faces were covered. They were sleeping on the ground, on the ruins of demolished buildings. People were lying everywhere.

We sat on a small hill, trying to map out the path: would the aid trucks come from the west or the north? Would we even be able to get anything? Should we split or stay together? After some discussion, we made a pact — to stick together. If one of us could get something, he would go directly home. We picked a few backup meeting spots, but in the end, we agreed: head home after securing something.

Around 2 AM, we saw people suddenly moving west toward the sea, hoping the aid would enter from there. We didn’t move — nothing seemed certain yet. But five minutes later, thousands started rushing back from the west shouting, “They’ve arrived! They’ve arrived!” We realized the trucks had come from the north instead.

The once-sleeping masses rose in chaos — sprinting like zombies, possessed, desperate. It felt like a scene from an end-of-times movie. But it wasn’t a movie. We were in it.

We moved quickly — half-running, half-stumbling over the rubble, iron rods, and sharp stones left by the bombardment. You couldn’t even walk safely, let alone run. At the far end of the street, lights appeared. People raced toward them. Then, we heard someone yell, “Tank! A tank is coming!” Panic spread — those who thought it was aid now feared it was death.

We froze in place, not knowing what to believe. Then we saw two trucks from the World Food Programme… and behind them, more trucks! They were real — the aid had arrived. We sprinted faster than ever before. My brother and I got separated in the chaos. My heart whispered a prayer: “God, please protect him. Let him get his share.”

The trucks advanced toward us. People surged like a flood. And there, for a brief moment, I was lucky. I managed to grab a sack of flour, threw it on my shoulder, and ran as far as I could from the moving trucks — they didn’t stop for anyone. It wasn’t courage that drove me. It wasn’t recklessness. It was hunger, fear, humiliation, and a desperate unknown that pushed me forward.

Thousands were still arriving, begging, “Is there anything left for us?” But the trucks were emptied in seconds. People searched for scraps. I held onto the flour like it was my own child, refusing to let anything happen to it, dodging looters and thieves, desperate to get to a safe place.

By the grace of God, I made it back to my tent. We had agreed: if one of us gets something, go home — don’t wait.

Another night ended, another nightmare survived. We keep waking up, hoping this nightmare will end… but we don’t know how.

From Gaza — the city of the flour zombies

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If you've ever appreciated my posts about LGBTQ issues, this Pride month, as a favor to me, please do something to help my friend Fadel ( @fadel-dani ).

Fadel is multiply disabled.

A very serious accident left his leg paralyzed for a long time, and now he walks with great difficulty. He also has thalassemia, a blood disorder, which leaves him incredibly fatigued. The medication he needs costs €400 every month. He needs to buy medication as soon as possible, because he has not been able to afford it so far this month. He suffers from dizziness and nausea all the time because he has not been able to buy his medication yet.

Fadel needs urgent surgery

Over 550 days ago, Fadel's family home was bombed and he was left with iron shrapnel embedded in his body. The medical infrastructure in Gaza has been decimated and he URGENTLY needs to get to a better-resourced hospital to get this shrapnel surgically removed safely.

Fadel's family is starving

Israel has created and maintained famine in Gaza as a genocidal tactic. Not only do they prevent food aid from entering, but they target crowds of Palestinians waiting for the distribution of aid.

Fadel and his brothers recently traveled together to an aid site, hungry and desperate for food, only to be met with Israeli snipers.

He recounted, "I saw many martyrs die in front of my eyes. Unfortunately we fled and were not able to take any food or anything. Now we have nothing to eat. A bag of flour costs 800 euros, a kilo of sugar costs 100 euros, a kilo of tomatoes costs 50 euros, and a liter of milk costs 80 euros. What's worse is that my medication is about to run out. I don't know what to do. Should I spend my surgery money to buy medicine and food to eat, or what?"

He told me today that for the last two days his family has been rationing their remaining supplies so that they have only been able to eat once a day. They are always hungry.

Fadel's campaign is vetted

His campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters (#197) and 90-ghost.

Earlier this year he raised nearly 50% of his goal, but on April 25th, 2025, GoFundMe cruelly deleted his fundraiser with no warning or explanation (something this company has done to many Palestinians trying to survive genocide) and he was forced to start over with a new campaign.

Despite GoFundMe's deletion of his first campaign automatically returning all donations to the donors, most people who previously donated have not taken the time to send that money back to him.

Today as I write this (June 22, 2025), he has has raised 39% of his goal, still over €3,000 below the amount he had raised back in April.

He has escaped death so many times, and he needs our help to survive long enough to get to a hospital who can treat his injuries.

What you can do:

Donate any amount you can to his campaign

Make a post about Fadel to share his story and encourage others to donate

Share this post with your followers

Send him a kind message at @fadel-dani and offer your friendship