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Everything about the widespread use of AI is concerning but can we talk about its increasing applications on social media to whitewash history and erase people of colour from their own stories, by replacing them with Caucasian imposters?

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For the first time in my life, i've become frightened of death. As in, the time that's passed for me vs the time possibly remaining are about even, and intrusive thoughts about the moment I slip away have made my eyes fill and my throat close as I know that it absolutely will happen and there's no controlling it. Would it be a final second of the purest and most beautiful peace a human can ever hope to know? Or would I go down swinging against an unbeatable Final Boss?

For what little say we get, though, we deserve to have some of the mystery taken out of it for us by knowing the process. There's power in that knowledge, I think, because when we recognise what's going on, like our bodies, we, too, may know what to do. Even if that means simply sitting back and relaxing, because there are no more choices to make, nothing else to fight against. I watched Dying for Sex on Disney+ recently and having that crystallisation of what human experience you want to have/have again before you exit might be a magnificent gift. The best part is, it's something you and I can do right now. We're already doing it! Maybe that's the whole idea - to make all these stories so wherever our essences end up, we review, point back, and say, "You won't believe what I got to do".

Then when we eventually get going, I hope we all have someone like Nurse Amy by our side, who thinks it's such an honour to chaperone us through.

"Hi, I'm Amy. I'm here to talk to you about hospice."

DYING FOR SEX 1.08

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Happy “Fuk Every Budie” Day to all who celebrate

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Its anniversary is coming up, for those who celebrate

Who has the foo fighters tweet that said “fuk everybody”

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Sooooo ummmmmmm this is something that's probably going to piss a lot of people off, but I feel like I really need to say it.

If you get a message from an account claiming to be a Palestinian fundraiser, it is a bot. It is a scam. You need to report & delete the message and encourage others to do the same.

I know because I get messages on this account DAILY. I have a very high follower count and I'm pretty active and I interact with my followers a lot, and apparently that all adds up to one big bot magnet.

Bots following and messaging this account was a MASSIVE problem before Tumblr fixed its new account policies. I used to spend literally hours blocking and reporting the hundreds of bots that I would get following me each day.

I learned a lot about bots and how to identify them. The easiest way is with no avatar, "untitled" in the blog description (BTW if your avatar is still set to default PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD change it because you run a substantial risk of being accidentally blocked & reported as a bot).

One of the dead give aways of a bot was what I call "word salad" names. Three seemingly random words strung together making no sense, always adjective, adjective or noun, noun. If you reported a lot of these bots, you'd notice the same words kept showing up.

Nowadays, I am bombarded with fundraiser requests and sometimes, they don't even bother to hide the fact that they're a bot. The avatar is default, the blog title is "untitled," and the blog name is a classic randomly-generated word salad.

However MOST of the requests I get come from at least semi-legit looking accounts. There are pictures, a name, a story. Never mind that I've gotten that message three times from different accounts.

Sometimes, they claim to be vetted, but the whole vetting system essentially adds up to "trust me bro." There is no way of guaranteeing that this account isn't just lying about being vetted, claiming to be vetted by a false person, or are using the identity of a real Palestinian to scam people.

Previously, I've seen a lot of people getting attacked for raising questions about these fundraisers and getting attacked for being racist or for harming Palestinian families in danger, like Tumblr isn't a website famous for its scams and the words "The Arkh Project" "All or Nothing" or "Miss Officer and Mr. Truffles" mean nothing to you.

I personally have been scammed by people claiming to be charities on Tumblr before, specifically, The Leelah Project which used the name of a trans teenager who died by suicide to swindle people out of their money.

Luckily, there are actual, respected charities out there you can give money to if you want to help the cause:

Palestinian Children's Relief Fund

Palestine Red Crescent Society

United Nations Relief Works Agency

Islamic Relief

World Central Kitchen

Médecins Sans Frontièrs

One of the hardest things to accept about the situation in Palestine is that realistically, there is very little that your average outsider can do to change it. However, these large, well-respected and trustworthy charities are out there doing the hard work to keep people alive, and should be where the donation money is going

These scam bots feed on people's naïvety and need to believe that they are making a difference, and even worse, feed on the fear that by ignoring them, it somehow makes you a racist doing direct harm to a refugee family, when in fact they are using the suffering of Palestinians to take away money from those in need.

As far as fundraisers that don't send out random asks for donations, I honestly don't know. You'll have to do the work yourself and approach with much caution.

Be careful out there.

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It's making me chuckle that there are now two clips with audio of Foo Fighters songs being rehearsed and a lot of the reactions are, "So Nirvana?"

foos at coachella 🕯️

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Recently I decided to re-explore a business idea that I had in early 2020, but set it down when...(gestures broadly) and for several reasons, I couldn't pick it up again. Scrapping all that previous drafting and starting over, i've carefully designed it with my health status at the center, and spent some time testing plans against market analysis, financial sustainability, legal and safety considerations etc. Then I went out on the weekend to spend a few hours with a cherished friend, which kicked off a real nasty flare going into its fourth day now. I know it'll resolve soon and this is the nature of it, there's little I can do to change it...but I still get bummed out when i'm reminded of how much i've lost as a consequence and how small my world has had to shrink in order to survive. The bad news is, this is nothing new. The good news is, this is nothing new. See, it stresses the importance of developing this initiative the way I have to. The only way I am ever going to be able to do it is if I do it MY way. It seems i'll need to reassess the plan further and go even slower than I assumed i'd need to. The pace is locked at 'snail'. That has to be okay. No one is going to understand the fundamentality of this reduced-capacity mode like me...except maybe the people I seek to connect with and support through the work. There's no separating it from who I am so I will be transparent about the who, what, and why from the first minute. It will never resemble a full-time, able-bodied-run service - I just don't fit that mould. I'm a person living with disability and chronic illness who will be working with others living with similar challenges. No one will have to mask. No need for apologies or excuses. We will find and see each other. We will speak a common language. It won't be a detriment, it'll be an asset. Walking has been tricky today. Everything's so stiff and locked up that i'm moving like Agador Spartacus trying to get around in shoes. It's slow. It's hard. But I get there eventually. It takes patience.

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WᵢₗDₑᵣₙₑₛₛ Gᵢᵣₗₛ

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And this is why you always read the terms and conditions.

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deep rooted respect for women who openly get mad and are okay w being perceived as bitchy

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you and me in the summertime

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What would you guys consider the worst movie you've ever seen? Not something that's fun to make fun of, nothing you ironically enjoyed, I mean just an absolutely miserable moviegoing experience that you paid for, hated every second, and wish you had walked out of and asked for a refund.

For me, no joke, Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted. It did not even feel like a real movie to me. It made me see red! I was SEETHING with anger and annoyance throughout the entire thing, and I cannot for the life of me articulate why. I saw it once in 2012 when I was 15, I remember almost nothing about it now, but it struck a nerve with me like no other movie ever has before or since.

Tell me in the tags, which movie makes you disproportionately angry just thinking about it?

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they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again

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walkingaline: 21. When I made my Tumblr blog, back in 20.... early, you and Sweetparamania were the first blogs I followed!

Consider me honoured and fanning myself like a Southern belle! Nice, i'm not sure I remember the first one I ever followed. I arrived when I was...something-and-a-half and the Foo appreciation was already free-flowing, but it still took me a while after joining to be fully enmeshed in it all. Until then, the archive says I existed in the Tumblr void, reposting a lot of shit from weheartit (aka. Soft Grunge Pinterest)

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also the only reason muskrat has access to the USAID building is because they threatened them 🥰 loving the speedrun into authoritarianism

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Please allow me to (re)introduce myself with twenty facts except one is fiction

I'm a qualified counsellor with a postgrad in domestic and family violence practice

In my younger years, I was a music PR specialist, journalist, label intern, street team coordinator, and percussionist in an Afrobeat jam band

I had a brief stint in the circus

I am the writer/editor and Instagram curator for FooFightersLive.com and have worked on a few official projects for the band

I love to cook but I don't think i'll ever not be crap at baking

I have a pug who snores like a truck and lets off equally-as-bad exhaust fumes

I have survived a mini-bus accident, an eating disorder, and attempted murder

I was part of the crew for a short film and, something that would never fly today, was asked at the last minute to cue a police car to come tearing into shot as I leaped out of the way with little space between the vehicle and myself

I allegedly taught myself to read and write for the most part, and I was ambidextrous until teachers at school forced me to go one way or the other - hoping i'd pick the right hand - except I went left

I almost worked at Lou Pearlman's shoddy 'talent agency'

I don't drive (by choice, and now because of meds, not permitted anyway) but I did have my motorcycle licence until I ran it and myself into a signpost

My first job was working Saturday mornings at an upholstery store doing office tasks, but mostly bumming smokes from the owner out the back and playing with the warehouse cat. I was working to pay off a debt i'd built up by being naughty and stealing my dad's credit card to buy rare band merch (eil.com, get amongst it)

I am just reckless with cheese

I've been on a self-imposed ban from dating for several years because (gestures broadly) and now i've protected my peace so well that no one can climb over this wall

Then-Prince Charles once said to me, "I like a bit o' rough"

I have only broken one bone and the fact that it was my arse will always be funny to me

I am renowned throughout the land for my relentless GERD burps

Every tattoo I have, unintentionally, pays tribute to men that i've loved, admired, and/or lost: The first is a design shared with my best friend; the second is the handwriting of someone who lost their battle with mental health; and the third is a hawk

I have been a contestant on the live versions of both Rockwiz and Spicks and Specks

I can identify songs being played from a distance with no words, just the echoing drums/bass

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To the mulleted failure to launch who squawked, “FAT” as he and his mates drove past us at the beach: 1) Duh 2) You’re literally hanging out the passenger side of your best friend’s ride trying to holler, there’s a whole song about it