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something my mum always taught us was to look for the resources we're entitled to, and use them. public land? know your access rights and responsibilities, go there and exercise them. libraries? go there and talk to librarians and read community notice boards, find out what other people are doing around you, ask questions, use the printers. public records offices? go in there, learn what they hold and what you can access, look at old maps, get your full birth certificate copied, check out the census from your neighbourhood a hundred years ago. are you entitled to social support? find out, take it, use it. does the local art college have facilities open to the public? go in, look around, check out their exhibit on ancient looms or whatever, shop in their campus art supply store. it applies online too, there is so much shit in the world that belongs to the public commons that you can access and use if you just take a minute to wonder what might exist!!!

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the mutual aid los angeles network (malan) has put together a spreadsheet with valuable resources for people affected by the ongoing los angeles wildfires and wind storm. the sheet is constantly being updated with resources such as shelter info, animal boarding info, addresses for distribution centers, volunteer opportunities and so much more.

please share this spreadsheet widely

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hey so Los Angeles is in crisis right now.

Multiple concurrent wildfires are happening, two of which are extremely devastating. The Palisades Fire, which at this time is the deadliest wildfire in LA history, has burned 18 square miles worth of land and destroyed over 1,000 structures. The Eaton Fire has burned over 10,000 acres. And the Santa Ana winds are rapidly escalating the fires to where containment at this time is borderline nonexistent and firefighters are at a loss for what to do. People have died. The air is extremely hard to breathe from smoke. Elderly, disabled and transient populations are at great risk. Even 20 miles south and 30 miles west of the Palisades and Eaton Fires, the smoke is so bad that there are air quality alerts and the moon is red at night. These have been called “catastrophic urban firestorms” and the people affected need your compassion.

If you are directly affected by the Eaton or Palisades Fires, here is a list of safe evacuation centers:

photo credit: Adelettes2 on Twitter/X (retrieved from Google)

The DreamCenter is also taking evacuees.

I’ll reblog when I can with more information for shelters but in the meantime please signal boost and add your own information if and when possible.

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stop fucking using the word psychotic to describe bad behaviour and violence already god fucking damn it

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Saw a tiktok of a guy saying he doesn’t feel comfortable talking to minors because he’s 19. And it’s just. I’m so fucking tired of this.

And like to be clear, I’m speaking as a victim of pedophilia when I say: We need to get over this collective fear of endangering children. Because holy shit, this stuff is getting out of hand.

The average person is not a threat to a child.

And also!!! It is actually really really good for kids to have friendships with adults that aren’t their family.

Having friendships with adults when you’re younger prepares you for adult life in a better way then only interacting with adults that are family members or teacher as well.

And also if there’s any sort of weird behavior happening with adults or teachers, it’s very helpful to have unrelated adults, you can go to, and also have a model for what normal adults are supposed to look like.

And also! You’re just making it way easier for pedophiles to prey on children when you completely avoid interacting with them as an adult. Because kids are naturally inquisitive and curious. They are going to want to interact with adults and they are going to want to ask questions. And if the only adult adults that are willing to interact and speak with them or adults who have ulterior motivations. Guess what’s gonna happen.

Also on a more general note. Having a model for what a normal healthy adult is supposed to look like makes it way easier for kids to be able to recognize and identify when adults in their personal life are being weird.

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pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

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Remember to make space for the heteros this month too - yes, really.

Lesbians who became straight men

Gay men who became straight women

All straight drag artists (note that not all of them are cis!)

People with complex identities who thusly encompass multiple orientations (like genderfluid and multigender people who, yes, are sometimes straight, or even simultaneously with other labels)

Hetero aro and ace people. Especially. Seriously.

People with fluid orientations

Gnc people who find joy in their straightness

Many queer people are also straight. Queerness is note solely reliant on gayness. These people too, are a part of pride. Remember that.

[All discourse attempts will be swiftly blocked. Exclusionists fuck off]

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Is it just me or does anyone else’s mind autocorrect “Mr.Gap” to “Mr.Gyatt”? I really don’t know why this happens but my brain for some reason cannot grasp the name GAP and not switch it to gyatt.

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Just reblogging this as a personal reminder for future reference….

helpful tattoo reminder: they are technically Injuries so u have to eat a lot of calories drink a lot of water and sleep a lot after so your body can Heal The Injury

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「 washing mr. crawling’s hair 」

cw: soap .ᐟ 👻 lol just joking. scissors used to trim hair. female reader implied, but generally gn. SFW .ᐟ mostly fluff (^ｰ^)

word count: 2.5kೀ

summary: you come home to mr. crawling with a toy stuck in his hair, so you offer to wash it and trim the ends.

a/n: this is my first time writing/publishing fanfic, so please be kind (♡˙³˙) let me know if there’s any mistakes .ᐟ.ᐟ i also had finals this week and decided to write this the night before an exam ( ߹꒳߹ ) i originally hoped for this to be short but i went a little crazy..( ᐛ )

story down below ↓↓

“sigh..” you let out a tired breath as you close the door behind you. placing the keys in the tray on the table next to you, you call out to mr. crawling while taking your shoes off.

“mr. crawling, im home .ᐟ .ᐟ where are you..?” you say the last part more to yourself than to him. wherever he was, he hadn’t come to greet you excitedly like he usually did when you returned from work. admittedly, mr. crawling’s greetings were the only thing that gave you something to look forward to at the end of the day. quietly, you place your shoes next to the door before walking past the living room to your bedroom.

before reaching the doorknob, you hear faint crying. unmistakably mr. crawling. a heavy sensation reaches your gut, you pause reaching for handle as a shiver went down your spine. worried, you quickly open the door and step in. his crying got louder and you scanned the room for his whereabouts. cautiously, you step towards the sound, heading to the corner of your room where the armoire was.

“mr. crawling..? honey, are you okay..?” calling out softly to him, you hear his crying pause, as if waiting for you to say something else. a subtle sound of ruffling comes from inside the armoire, and you gently place your hand on the handle, opening it slightly.

in the darkness you can see the soft red glow of mr. crawling’s face peeking at you, though you can’t see his eyes, you can sense he’s been crying for a while. possibly scared and worried why you hadn’t been home to comfort him. you lean down to get to eye level with him still inside the closet, still concerned you ask in his language to the best of your abilities, “ what wrong ? you hurt ? ”

he lets out a small whimper, before pushing the door open slowly. you take in his figure, he’s huddled up and holding his silky long black hair in his arms. confused you attempt to ask him against if he was hurt before he cuts you off,

“ hair. hurt. you. help ? ” he asks, looking down at the hair in his hands. you look down and notice there was a rubix cube tangled in his hair, you let out a sigh. relived he wasn’t actually hurt and knowing you could easily help him get his hair untangled, you place a hand on his head and lightly caress him.

“ yes. me help you .ᐟ ” you smile at him sweetly before guiding him to step out of the closet. his hair still in his hands, he kneels on the floor before looking up at you with a slight frown, unsure of how you would help him. you look down at him again, saying “ follow me .”

after leading him into the bathroom you motion for him to sit with his back to the bathtub while you open the drawers to find a hair brush to untangle his hair. after finding a black one you frequently use, you head over to him and show it to him and explain how you are gonna use it to help him.

“ this tool… uhh, ” trying to find the best words in his language you think for a second before grabbing a piece of your hair and demonstrating how to brush it. mr. crawling watched you intently while still clutching his hair, and rubix cube, in his hands. curious, he leaned in and pointed to the brush in your hand. “ tool. help? ” he whispered to you, slightly at ease at your demonstration.

you beam at his understanding, “ yes .ᐟ tool help, me help use tool. ” after placing the brush down you open your hands for him to place his tangled hair in. mr. crawling hesitantly sets his hair in your hands, leaning in close to observe your movements. you let out a giggle at his attentiveness before grabbing the brush from besides you and tentatively start to detangle his hair.

after about 10 minutes you successfully removed the rubix cube from the confines of mr. crawling’s hair. unfortunately losing a few of his silky strands in the process, unbeknownst to mr. crawling despite him watching your every move intently.

“ i’m done .ᐟ pheww.. hopefully you don’t have anymore tangles .ᐟ ” you sigh in relief as you place the brush down on the cold bathroom floor, showing mr. crawling the, now hairless, rubix cube. he looks down at the toy and then back up at your face before giggling and exclaiming, “ thank you .ᐟ happy .ᐟ ” he quickly jumped up to hug you, tumbling both of you down onto the bathroom floor. his large physique caging you in underneath him. you let out your own giggle, though not as adorable as mr. crawling’s, and use both of your hands to rub his head.

“ you’re welcome honey-“ you say softly before taking a look at his long hair that was currently engulfing you into semi darkness. noticing a handful of dust bunnies, likely from his hair dragging behind him as he crawls, you wonder what to do before settling on washing his hair. since returning to your world, you hadn’t attempted to wash mr. crawling’s hair. water, or washing, wasn’t a very common practice in his world so you never attempted it as to not upset him. but after seeing the dirt and grime built up over these last few weeks finally motivated you to try.

“ mr.crawling..? ” you say cautiously, as he tilts his head in response.

“ hm..? ” still towering over you, he lets out a small inquisitive sound. you slowly move him so both of you could sit upright.

“ why don’t we try to.. uhh.. wash your hair ? it’s getting pretty dirty, and that way you won’t get anymore tangles. ” you explain, using your hands to do a “washing” motion. not entirely sure if he understands what you were attempting to say, you lean over to the edge of the bathtub behind him. grabbing your regular shampoo, you open the cap with a soft click and squeeze a tiny amount of it onto your palm. you briefly smell the soap and encourage mr. crawling to smell the pleasant lavender smell.

“ this is soap, it’s to clean your hair, ” you point to his, frankly quite dirty, hair. you then point to yours before he smiles and nods his head, seemingly understanding you.

“ good. hair ? ” he asks you, adorably tilting his head at you.

“ yes, good hair .ᐟ ” relived he understood. you motion for him to back up towards the tub once again, leaning over next to him to reach for the tub’s handle. slowly opening it until a warm stream of water poured into the bathtub’s floor. as you’re fiddling with the handle to reach a comfortable temperature, mr. crawling leans over your shoulder, peeking at your movements and watching you cautiously. his hair tickling you in the process. after you rinse off the soap in your hand, and check the water’s temperature with the other, you lean mr. crawling’s head over the edge of the tub. he instinctively placed his knees to his chest and followed your directions excitedly, letting out small giggles in the process. you pick up his long hair and place it into the bathtub’s floor

you move back to the cabinets and open them to grab a large empty cup. after moving back next to mr. crawling, you fill up the cup with the warm water streaming out of the faucet.

“ ok honey, this is gonna be a little cold but it’ll be warm soon. let me know if you want me to stop. ” you say before pouring the cup of warm water slowly in his scalp. working your way up to his hair line you lightly pull hair hair from his eyes. taking in his features you smile at him before refilling the cup and wetting his entire hair. you set down the cup and grab the shampoo, squeezing a large amount on your palm. mr. crawling smells the lavender before asking,

“ s-soap..? ” you pause, taken aback at his voice speaking your language. something he had attempted at times but unfortunately never succeeded in doing.

instead of overreacting, you decided to push down the happy squeal you were so close to letting out. clearing your throat you simply respond,

“ yes, soap .ᐟ ” mr. crawling smiles excitedly, proud of his ability to repeat the phrase in your language. he decided to relax fully against the edge of the tub, allowing you to take his hair in your hands and lathering it up with your lavender shampoo. you massage his scalp, trying to get all of the dirt and grime out of his hair before you hear a soft sound. unaware you try to lean towards mr. crawling, who seemed to be incredibly comfortable despite his current position on the bathroom floor.

you lean your ear towards him and hear it. purr purr. mr.crawling was letting out soft purring noises in response to you washing his scalp. his noises cause you to let out a small giggle before proceeding to wash his scalp. after washing his scalp you grabbed the shampoo bottle to pour it in streaks above his hair, which was taking up the entire bottom of the bathtub. raking your fingers through small sections, washing one then placing it aside to move on to the next.

after what felt like ages, about 1 hour, you had successfully washed and conditioned mr. crawling’s long silky hair. which earned you some incredibly sore arms. after rinsing his entire head of hair, you grabbed a large body towel and started drying his hair. you started at his scalp and worked your way down.

after a few minutes you reached the bottom of his hair before noticing the uneven ends. most likely from years, or decades even, of not trimming his hair. from what you could remember, whenever you’d cut your hair with the hairdresser in his own world, he would never ask to get a haircut too. and whenever you’d inquire about the reason all he would say was,

“ hair. hide. from. bad. hair. help. ” in a tone that convinced you to never push him to do it, as it was his way of feeling safe in his dangerous world.

you decided to attempt to bring it up, unsure of how he would react to the idea of trimming his long black hair. you placed the damp towel on the towel holder above you before sitting down in from of mr. crawling, who was currently running his fingers through a section of hair. fully immersed in the softness of his strands. giggling to himself while he sniffed it.

“hey.. how about we trim your hair ? we can trim it as much or as little as you’d like .ᐟ ” you say to him tentatively, allowing him to choose how much he wanted to cut. he tilted his head curiously, understanding only a few of the words you said to him.

“ hair? what. hair ? ” he asked, leaning in towards you. you reached towards the sink drawer behind you to grab the scissors. you decided to very slowly take them out, grabbing them by the sharper end to show them to mr. crawling. signaling that you meant no harm with them. after noticing the scissors he slightly backed up, knowing you’d never hurt him he still stayed close to you.

“ sharp good for hair. um.. like hairdresser when he would cut my hair. ” you attempt to show him the scissors, allowing him to touch them. knowing that “sharps” are usually used negatively in his world, you want him to gain confidence after coming to live with you.

he stares at the scissors and then looks back up at you, a small frown present on his face.

“ sharp. cut. hair ? sharp. no. cut. head ? ” he asks, recalling how the hairdresser hurt you after answering incorrectly the first time you met him. you luckily managed to evade him thanks to mr. crawling holding him back.

“ no, sharp no cut head .ᐟ sharp cut hair, good for hair .ᐟ make hair pretty .ᐟ ” you grab the scissors along with a small strand of your hair, reaching towards the ends of your hair. you take the scissors and trim a small section of dead ends, the small bits of hair falling onto your lap and the cold bathroom floor.

he leans in closer to you, looking down at his clean and silky black hair. he then scoops it up and slowly offers it to you, saying quietly,

“ me. trust. you. with. me. hair. make. hair. pretty .ᐟ ” you immediately nod your head at him and motion for him to hand you the brush behind him. mr. crawling grabs it and hands it to you, then moving all of his hair in front of both of you. both of you sat in front of the pile of his hair, he sat in his usual position on his knees waiting expectantly for you to start.

you brush his hair down from his scalp towards the end of all of his hair, moving the rest into mr. crawling’s lap in the process. grabbing the scissors you show him the unevenness of his ends.

“ ok baby, you can tell me if you want to stop at anytime ok..? ” waiting for his response you look at him sweetly, hoping to express the love you feel for him. allowing him to take full control of his body and decide how much hair he’s comfortable cutting off.

“ okay .ᐟ ” giggling excitedly, mr. crawling scoots a little closer to you, waiting for you to start.

you proceed to slowly trim less than half an inch off at first, looking up at him constantly to assess his reaction. he continued to smile happily, murmuring under his breath, “ hair. pretty. hair. pretty. ”

continuing, you cut a few centimeters off, the rest of his hair falling down both of your clothes. apart from long, mr. crawling’s hair was incredibly thick. this was no surprise considering he’d use it to hide you when you were in any danger. his hair was for his safety, but he used it to protect you from the “ bad ” as he’d say. after a few seconds you managed to even the hair out without him feeling uncomfortable.

“ ok, all done hun .ᐟ hair pretty ? ” you look at him softly, hoping he’d like his, albeit subtle, new look. he’s looking down at the ends of his hairs with a wide smile on his face, slowly touching the trimmed ends.

“ hair. pretty. me. hair. pretty. thank you .ᐟ ” quickly placing his hands on your cheeks, he caressed you sweetly. you let out a small chuckle, relieved he was happy with his haircut.

“ anytime baby, i’m just glad your hair isn’t dirty anymore. ” you place your own hands on your cheeks and repeat the motions mr. crawling did, you lean in and hold him tight. breathing in the scent of his hair, taking a mental note to find new shampoo scent he might like more than your lavender soap.

“i should probably pick up all your toys off the floor from now on, huh ? ”

a/n: i’m so sleep deprived i didn’t finish proofreading. also pls ignore any mistakes in mr. crawling’s language ( ¨̮ ) i can’t decide on the proper terms in the dictionary, i literally change the words every scene bc they don’t fit. lolll anyways pls lmk if you like this .ᐟ.ᐟ reblogging would help me grow ⸜( ´꒳` )⸝✩⡱

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"if trump is elected me and everyone i love are on the chopping block" you really aren't. you've been through 4 years of trump already and you weren't rounded up and sent to a concentration camp. You know who WAS sent to concentration camps during Trump though? Our fellow latinoamerican migrants. sent to camps set up by Obama. And who are still being sent to camps operated by Biden. And who Harris promises to send even more of us to camps.

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Personal headcanon/theory for Mr.Crawling

This is only an headcanon so please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong as I'm not Japanese nor have I done a deep dive on Japanese culture. So I've recently figured out that Mr.Crawling wears a black yukata which is uncommon in the modern days, this suggests that he's likely been there for a long time in the other world (minus the obvious fact that his clothes are very dirty). 1926-1989 is the most Japan would ever see people wearing yukata clothing, this kind of clothing is usually worn during summer which is also when festivals start occurring in Japan! (You can probably see where I'm going with this). I believe that Mr.Crawling might've been attending to a festival before being led/stumbling upon the Ghost Apartments, I'm not sure how old the apartments are in the game lore but I'm sure Mr.Crawling somehow found his way into the apartments and became an entity. TLTR: Mr.Crawling might be from the Showa Era (1926-1989) and he somehow came across the area of the Ghost Apartments during a summer festival and got dragged into the other world. P.S: This is just a theory, he could've been from a more modern era and just so happened to be wearing a yukata, so take my thoughts with a grain of salt. :P

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Remember kids, water is good to have but at a moderate level

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my trick for getting through grad school is learning to navigate the quadrants with all their nuances

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if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.

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I can't hsndle this anymore. I know I said I wouldn't post fundraisers more than once anymkre but I just got hrorifyng news feom mahmoud that he's sustained injuries to hsi back from shrapnel while protecting his kids from nearby air strikes I can't fucking breathe please just donate to him and get him ojt I feel like I've been holding my breath for months now and I can't exhale