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TIME SENSITIVE: MOHAMMED HAS 2 DAYS TO REACH $22k

Mohammed Hamouda is a Palestinian engineering student and graduate of Al-Azhar university raising money to complete his Master’s degree in Germany. His GoGetFunding campaign has 2 DAYS LEFT to reach $22,000, and he has currently only raised $13,465, needing around $8,535. If we give it our all, I know we can help him complete his goal, even if odds seem close — please, DONATE what you can, and SPREAD this campaign far and wide so that those who can donate are able. Let’s get going to help build Palestinian futures!

$13,465/$22,000.

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Hey, anyone else think it's super duper suspicious that the Reverend Parents kicked off their abominable baby scheme pretty much simultaneously to Gideon Nav, key to the Tomb, landing on the Ninth? Gideon's more than a year but less than two years older than Harrow. So give it nine months gestation, a few months for prep and planning, and Gideon's arrival lands at exactly the place on the timeline you'd look for an inciting event to the creche massacre

And like, the Revs didn't seem shocked when they heard Harrow had opened the Tomb. They listened solemnly to Gideon spill the beans and then quietly shuffled themselves off the mortal coil, intending to take their pint sized single-serving generation with them. As far as we know they never pressured Harrow to continue the Ninth, either. They checked to make sure she was a powerful necromancer, and that was it. It's almost like they'd been waiting for this.

It's just a hell of a lot of coincidences piling up. Makes me wonder what they knew, who they'd been talking to. How much didn't they tell Harrow?

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anyone know how to maintain friendships while navigating the crushing weight of being perceived

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Whenever I am thinking very hard about The Locked Tomb, I find it important to remind myself Tamsyn Muir did compare the series to the KFC Double Down.

https://clarkesworldmagazine.com/muir_interview/

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anxiety got me feeling like this for no discernible reason in a completely safe place

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harrow the ninth book cover reimagining

done in oil, put a lot of love and care into it :)

below is the painting without

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f in the chat for cam having to third wheel yet another couple while stuck on the BoE ship (ft. hand!pal, who it amuses me to think has perfect font writing)

Panel 1: In the foreground, the larger figures of Judith and Corona are staring each other down. Judith is a dark-sinned woman in a red military coat with gold trim, and her hair is in braids with gold ribbons twirled into it. She is glaring up at Corona, a large woman with poofy blonde hair and a tanned and freckled face. In the background, Cam is sitting on a crate, watching this with no expression, her arms folded. Next to her Pal as a bone hand is suspended in the air, with a pair of glasses above the hand. Judith: You should be addicted to shutting the f*ck up. Corona, smirking: u wanna f*ck me so bad it makes you look stupid. Cam and hand!pal: Watching. Panel 2: Pal holds up a piece of paper with the words MY GOD THESE BITCHES GAY on it, as he turns to Cam. Without changing her expression or pose, Cam's (grey) eyes turn to him. Panel 3: Pal's sign now says GOOD FOR THEM GOOD FOR THEM. Cam simply nods, her eyes closed serenely.

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was trying to explain the reading experience i had with harrow the ninth and ended up making this

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Love you science fiction best genre of all time that also sucks so bad

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autism such a funny condition . works in the strangest of ways. What do you mean I will be fine Joyous Even if i go to a thrash metal concert where 5 guys are screaming their lungs out loud as fuck noises blaring at max volume on the speakers And I will suffer nothing at all But ooohhhh … oooooh man If Two People are talking to each other in the same room as me and their voices happen to overlap for point five seconds Then the scp foundation will have to come in and detain me and give amnestics to all parties involved and in their facility i am labeled as OBJECT CLASS: FUCKED UP FOREVERRRRRRRE!!! NO BACKSIES NO REVERSING PERMANENTLY DISTURBING AND VIOLENT GET THA FUCK AWAY SAVE YOURSELF NOW NOW NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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cannot stress enough how bad y’all need $3 yellow dish gloves. if ur avoidant about dishes bc you don’t wanna touch wet food or get ur hands wet or dry them out with cleaner like. these will solve all ur problems. only downside is if you have long acrylic nails you’ll need a stronger pair for like $15 so your nails don’t tear em but the function remains the same. u don’t HAVE to touch the old wet food in the drain. we have technology

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“denied the catharsis of punishment” is an underappreciated but hugely effective narrative consequence imo 

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augustine’s down there in a little crossing guard vest, cig in one hand and a shrill ass whistle in the other

Actually, hang on. Dulcinea says she's "not allowed" to tell Palamedes what happened to her while crossing the River. Bitch, allowed by whom??

It's not God, or Alecto, so who is out there laying down these laws?

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when the necromancer expects you to be risen as soon as they cast the resurrection spell and doesn't even let you have half an hour for phone in grave

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something about substances so strong they can only be cut by that same substance (like diamond) gets to me. the self-fulfilling prophecy of it. you can armor yourself against any and all outside threats, but you're still beholden to your own nature.

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“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”

— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)

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