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URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸

Hello,

How do you do ? I hop to be in a good condition.

This is my special campaign

We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.

Every donation makes a different even if it a small.

As you know, the war began on October 7 and lasted ten months. During this period, we were unable to obtain food, drink, or treatment because we did not have money.

There is no source of income for the family at the present time, so we are unable to buy food, clean water, and medicine, especially after we are afflicted with the ongoing infectious diseases spread in the north like Hepatitis C disease.

Our house has been damaged a lot since the beginning of the war. We are from the north of Gaza and we are still in the north and have not displaced to the south. We displaced 10 times from place to another seeking to safety .

We hope for your help and support, even if only a little.🙏🙏

Vetted by Femme intifada on telegram.

Also, vetted by gazavetters on tumbler and my number is #60

My campaign was recently vetted by butterfly effect group on Instagram and my number is #964

This is the link if you would to read our story well 👇👇

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you all

I hope you and everyone else end up alright, what’s the name of your go fund me page?

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coming across a post from a mutual who hasn't opted in yet

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These are so adorable! I wonder if they’ll have some more boop days for the other holidays!

I went in the code again and saw the new Boop paws were vectors this time, so I converted them into some good sized pngs that are a little easier to work.

Save and share to boop your people later!

EDIT - if you're looking for the original svg files I posted them [here]

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Wish I could say this started with the “it starts when a mommy and daddy love each other very much” phrase, but I’d be lying-

You are the child of Death. Everyone always assumes that you were adopted, but you are in fact Death's biological child, although they are unwilling to tell how exactly this happened.

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Please Share Or Replog Or Donate to save my life

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I hope everyone can donate and share my story:

A call for help for yousef and Malak and my family in Gaza!!! All thanks and gratitude for your humanitarian stances with us, and we

assistance in this difficult time. Onw year of displacement and famine have exacerbated oursuffering and difficulties beyond belief. We used all the words of sadness and sorrow to describe the situation we had reached, but such words were not enough. The scale of the tragedy and suffering is much greater than what you may have seen or seen on several social media

Help us, we need you to spread our story to the world

My campaing Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#196 )

Thank you very much ❤❤

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“And the village creep made a delicious stew with the remains of my grandma, life sucks.”

“The fae are not evil. No more so than the tide or the wind. They are not good or evil, they simply are.” “They killed my son!”

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Years ago you made a wish with a genie that any living Arthropods would be incapable of being within ten feet of you. You’ve been loving your bug free life but your starting to notice more any more people refusing to get close to you.

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My fandoms and my fandom neighbors!

TODAY, August 12, 2024, The Animation Guild begins negotiations with the AMPTP to win a new contract for animation. This is a huge fight with severe stakes for the future of the Animation Industry in the US, and the guild needs your support!

TAG is fighting, Right Now, to stop exploitative practices that are weaponized against animation professionals across the globe, and working hard to ensure this industry has a future here in the states.

If you are a fan of animation, whether it's major or independent studios, eastern or western, tv or movies, we need you to get LOUD in support of The Animation Guild. The crews who work so hard to bring these works to life are struggling to pay their bills, if they can find work at all, while studio CEOs are getting multi-million dollar raises to cancel projects and gut streaming libraries.

We can win this fight, but we need public outcry and support. If you work in animation, if you've ever dreamed of working in animation, or if you just love animation, please stand with TAG and support the union effort to keep animation a viable career and a valuable medium!

Check out the Website Here: #StandWithAnimation

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It does not please me to explain such an oxymoron lifestyle, no sir

“You humans confuse me. You try so very hard to be as boring as everybody else, and, when some gifted soul is born that has some small degree of uniqueness to it, you beat and break it until it fits into a dull little box that you can understand. Explain this to me, if you please.”

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Whoops, wrong timeline

“Oh my god! It’s been a while since I saw you. How are you?” “… How are you here?” “What do you mean?” “You're… Dead.” “What?” “YOU’RE DEAD! FOR YEARS!”

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Hi✨

Hi!

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“Hey do you know where the nearest restroom is?!” While frantically holding it in

“Hey nice outfit, but aren’t you too early/late for comic con?”

“Hey, uh can we take a selfie with you!”

Looks at Cthulhu with doubt, “where’s the cameras this time?”

“Are you the leader?” You aren’t a human like the rest of us, and you’ve been looking around the globe to find humanity’s leader

Some tipsy guy with either a bottle or fake weapon (like a prop stabby, pew pew, or something) yelling, “I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE!!!”

Cthulhu has risen and humanity is freaking out about it. It’s surprise to everyone when you walk up to the Elder God and say..

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Wouldn't humans die off somewhat quickly?

Once an hour, every hour, the richest person on earth dies. This continues indefinitely…

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If you love Disney, its parks, its media, and its merch, listen up.

So I work for Disneyland, and we are talking about striking very soon. So soon, in fact, that we've been hosting rallies just outside of the parks. Yesterday was the 69th birthday of Disneyland Anaheim... it was also a monumental rally.

I haven't seen anyone on tumblr talking about the impending strikes against Disney. Not even going through the Disney tags or searching tumblr for "Disneyland Strike."

Let's talk about why we're striking:

Cost of living in the immediate SoCal region is nearly 2x as much as we are getting paid.

Cast members that have worked for the company for long periods of time are still paid as mucha s new hires.

Disney has showed up to union negotiations with insulting offers, including at 25 cent raise. Most cast members make $19.90

Disney rarely schedules you. In some areas and departments, you are fighting with your fellow cast members for hours. I have heard of cast members who are only scheduled for 1 4-hour shift per week. Many of those cast members have upwards of an hour commute to and from work.

Disney Admin has told attractions castmembers [so: rides, rollercoasters, and anything fun you get to do and see at the parks] that we are losing them money, which is why they refuse to schedule us and pay us. In the words of my partner, who also works at the parks, Disney without attractions is an over glorified mall and a food court. Disney needs us, and they know it, but they do not respect us.

Disney has an unfair attendance policy. It can be very difficult to get a needed day off, even when it has been requested weeks or months in advance. When you do take a day off [with-out accrued sick or vacation time] it counts against you. You can have 3 a month, 6 in 90 days, 9 in 180 days, or 12 in a year. How do you accrue sick/vacation? Hours worked, which can be impossible with the scheduling practices mentioned above. (Most cast members trade shifts among themselves to get around this.)

Cast members feel unsafe and unsupported in the parks. Many cast members have felt threatened by entitled guests upset that they are following policy. Disney Leads and Managers have to say yes to these guests and make things happen, though. [Which only makes this behavior worse and more dangerous for cast members who are only doing their job.]

Cast members also report feeling threatened, or even being literally threatened, by management in the parks. Especially cast members who have a second job. Especially cast members who know their rights.

Further, cast members work in hazardous conditions with pay that does not reflect that. Many cast members report losses of hearing, sore throats, and severe back and shoulder pain. Cast members are also exposed to infectious diseases at a much higher rate.

https://www.sfgate.com/disneyland/article/union-button-contract-dispute-19515296.php?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR2u5o_mvU3i6jpIyHxBUZpEzD2GRSKFf5Pem4uRXqa6vKWDgZuffvINd1g_aem_AA1L0fI1phugJIluYMcDSw

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I see you Pt II

Liam looked around him, again, as if to make sure she truly wasn't anywhere in the area. The moonlight shone so peacefully with the background music, the breeze, and the soft paddles of the boat rowing down the water setting him back into a time when he and his wife used to do late night dances, sometimes dancing in the comfort of their own home, sometimes out at parties their friends hosted, but his favorites were when he was alone with her, slow dancing to their favorite songs. Kara would giggle at how much of a sap Liam would behave towards her, and Liam would stare at Kara lovingly as they would talk about their plans for tomorrow, or future trips, or just their future in general. Oh, how Liam misses those nights, and tonight, just like the moon, Liam’s heart felt like to be incomplete now that she’s no longer here.

There was this one replaying memory that wouldn’t leave him be. No matter how many times he tried to push it away, it still haunted him every time she passed his thoughts. And it would hurt him, constantly hurt him, never letting him be, never letting him take a break. At this point, he feels at fault, even though it was unexpected. He didn’t see it coming, and neither did Klara. . .

He remembered how tense the situation was. The bleeding, the crying, the screaming and yelling. So much noise, so much drama. It all happened so fast, whenever he looked back on it now, he realized it was all a blur for him. And it all leads up to the now, the promised location of their fifth anniversary. They had plans, seeing some restaurants, some cafes, some old friends, something about a secret that they were supposed to uncover a while back, but with the new circumstances, plans have been constantly pushed back. They didn't foresee this, especially Liam, and he knows how excited Klara was to be doing this. He thought it was just a scavenger hunt to celebrate them and their friends’ achievements or something, but Klara made it seem like there was more to it. Something deeper, and now, it seems like they'll have to do this without the love of his life with them.

When Liam heard sounds of talking and giggling, he looked over to see a group of friends laughing and talking among themselves. At first glance, it looked like Klara in the group just as he first saw her, with her brown hair tied back with her little blue scarf and white blouse. Except someone else was intertwining their hand with hers, killing the illusion and resetting reality for the poor man. He sighed once again as he leaned back on the boat. The thoughts and memories of his wife resurfacing all at once; the way she smiled, the way she giggled, the way she kissed him with her soft glossy lips, the way she hugged him, the way she felt in his embrace, the way she looked at him with love and admiration, but most importantly, the way she loved and cared for him were what made her all the more special to him. And being back at the very place they first met, he could feel his heart sting in pain, or maybe it was his eyes as he felt all of his emotions come all at once for the first time in months.

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Thanks for starting it! Hope the length of my portion is good, I was having trouble adding more to what I had in mind, but I had fun regardless!

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I See You (Writing Chain Game 1#)

The waters of Venice murkily reflected the waning moon above and the silver light shyly peeked around the rooftops of the overshadowing buildings. Music drifted through the air and tourists paced the thin pathways of cobblestone and slate, carefully navigating their way through the mazes of gothic architecture and carefully adapted restaurants and pubs. 

Boats drift through the rivers of the city, the boatmen attuned to the waterways and currents that drifted between the sharp standing buildings which were cracked and dusty with age. They were aged like fine wine, comforting and beautiful with the warm glow of lights squinting out from closed windows and flower baskets hanging from the window sills. Balcony doors were left open to some buildings, the smell of family meals being cooked wafted out and caught the breeze. Couples sat in little wicker chairs, cigarettes in hand and bottles of beer at their bare feet, condensation dribbling down the sides and pooling into the floor as they overlooked the passersby. 

Venice was a land of idyllic sunsets and mysterious nights, with music and food and plenty of places to be lost and never found. A place for one to run away and sink into the nostalgia of their yesterday, a time before their path came quickly to a stop and all roads lead to here. 

Liam Hertz sat patiently in the seat of a gondola, watching as the ferryman's paddle dipped in and out of the water. Droplets glistened in the air before rejoining the waterways and his glasses caught the warmth of the lamps that lit the way through the gloomy river. He shifted slightly in his seat and glanced at the time on his watch, it had a brown leather strap and large face that his wife, Kara, bought for him only last year on their anniversary. 

They were supposed to have made this trip together, it was their annual escape to the very place they first met, the place they married and the place they spent their honeymoon and every anniversary after. He could remember exactly how she had dressed, brown hair tied back with a little blue scarf and a white blouse, she was tanned from her tour around europe and her eyes were as blue as the sky, the first thing he noticed and the first thing he fell in love with about her. 

She had sat at a table across from him, surrounded with her friends who laughed under the warm glow of the restaurant lights. Her glasses were pushed back on her head as she drank and ate a carefully crafted red wine and some type of seafood carbonara. 

“Oh wow, you two have to try this,” She had said, quickly forking some strands onto each of their plates, much to her friends bemused smiles. 

She was bright and kind and her laughter though softer than the squawk of her friends, was endearing in how she hid behind her hands, a delighted shade of pink blushing her cheeks that the longer Liam had stared, the redder his face had gotten too. He could remember how his brother, Tom, had punched him in the arm jovially after noticing and Liam had scowled embarrassed for being caught ogling at someone he did not know, and rubbed his sore arm with a pitiful excuse, ‘I was reading the menu behind her head, that’s all.”

His brother rather than responding had simply smiled, but with enough mischievous menace that he resembled the cheshire cat. 

“No.”

“What? I didn’t say anything,” Tom had kept smiling and Liam had not been amused.

��I know what you’re thinking.” Liam’s hand reached for the knife that had previously been for his steak. 

Tom shrugged with too much innocence in his eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  

“Oh really,” Liam had to hold back his eye roll. 

The course of the evening had ended with a literal shove from Tom sending Liam to trip right next to Kara who applied a plaster to his cut knee and slipped her phone number into his pocket before they parted ways only to meet for breakfast the next day and the day after that and the day after that. 

Liam couldn’t help but wonder how it had gotten all wrong.

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The Chain begins! I've begun part one so go ahead and write the next parts however you like. Essentially try to keep the same info like characters and setting in tact for the scope of the story but most importantly lets have fun!

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