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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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Isnad (vetted here) is an initiative that aims to provide 30 students with the means to pursue their degrees remotely. Genocide is not only through killing and starvation, but also through robbing an entire generation of their futures and their dreams.
With the donations collected through fundraising through Tumblr, Isnad has been able to provide rooms, internet access, stationery, and power supply to these students.
But just as the most recent group of students have been accepted into the initiative, Tumblr terminated Isnad's blog.
Even if you're not doing the killing yourself, if you're denying a besieged population the chance to support themselves, you're complicit in genocide.
As we try to look into getting Isnad reinstated here, please continue to share Isnad's fundraiser. I would hate for all this hard work to be lost due to staff's predictable bigotry.
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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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Language coaching FAQ document!
Hello everyone! I've compiled a document explaining what exactly language coaching is, who it's for, how much it costs (tldr; $13-20 an hour), how I can help and what sort of things we might do together.
If you're interested, check it out:
:))))
Happy language learning!
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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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the things that we've been forced to manage through crowdfunding websites are insane. victims of a genocide are having to market themselves as someone who is worthy of being saved.
living for more than a year under an active genocide while seeing your oppressors cruelty and disregard for your life increase is so horrendous.
every single person in gaza has lost too much. i don't think everyone must have to share their personal loss in order to be deemed as a person worthy of safety. i think we should try to help those we can see asking for it.
i request you to help alaa and her children. she needs to buy supplies and remain safe. her area was bombed very recently. her fundraiser has been verified.
please donate here
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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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BABE WAKE UP NEW COLOSSAL SQUID FOOTAGE!!!!
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and it's a
BABY!!!!
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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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Oh, and by the way, that Supreme Court ruling is where that Harry Potter money goes.
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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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I don't know why this keeps happening but I keep meeting toxic heterosexual couples who experiment with polyamory and are heavily into funko pops, board games, Disney princesses and Burlesque stripping and the man is always a withdrawn bearded dude and the woman is always a passive aggressive control freak with an Etsy shop that sells lawn gnomes styled after Dr Who characters and they don't really even seem to like each other but they're always exactly the same. this has happened four times
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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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WHEN ON PERIOD:
do not crash out
your feelings are NOT valid
do not send that text
don't kill yourself. lock in
do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed
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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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put up the file for him on my etsy shop for people to print him !
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origami10 · 9 hours ago
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It's so nice being on tumblr because you don't even have to make your own post but people would still follow you anyways if you're good at rebloging posts they like
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origami10 · 18 hours ago
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“Slopsquatting” in a nutshell:
1. LLM-generated code tries to run code from online software packages. Which is normal, that’s how you get math packages and stuff but
2. The packages don’t exist. Which would normally cause an error but
3. Nefarious people have made malware under the package names that LLMs make up most often. So
4. Now the LLM code points to malware.
https://www.theregister.com/2025/04/12/ai_code_suggestions_sabotage_supply_chain/
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origami10 · 18 hours ago
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Shou Xin aka 手訫 aka Xin Shou (Chinese, based Henan, China) - A group of mischievous little line-drawn cats is pouncing your way!, Drawings: Pencil, Eraser, and small Knives for added texture
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origami10 · 18 hours ago
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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
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The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
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origami10 · 18 hours ago
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Clean it up hiro….
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origami10 · 18 hours ago
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According to his relatives, openly gay and that was the reason why the family was sending him off to the United State, Edward Arthur Dorking (1893-1954) was a passenger on RMS Titanic and a survivor of its sinking. Dorking boarded the Titanic at Southampton on April 10, 1912, as a Third Class passenger and was emigrating to the United States to live with his uncle and aunt in an attempt to set him “straight”. Dorking survived the icy waters, swimming for 35 minutes to a lifeboat that was later rescued by the Carpathia After his testimony before the investigation committee, Dorking toured the United States and Canada with a vaudeville show reliving for an audience the last moments of the Titanic. He would fight and survive both World War I and World War II. Estranged from his family, Dorking spent his final days in prison on Terminal Island, San Pedro, California, and died on April 12, 1954, three days before the forty-second anniversary of the Titanic's sinking.
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origami10 · 18 hours ago
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When I was seven I spilled glitter all over my bedroom floor. It was a glorious, sparkling chaos, and even as I got yelled at, I thought how beautiful it was, golden glimmers winking at me in the sun.
Despite multiple attempts to clean it up, every now and then I’d still catch a glint, now and again, in between the cracks in the floorboard, the bottom of a drawer or caught in the tread of my slippers. I am three decades older and have moved house six times since then, and the other day I opened a box containing bits and pieces from my childhood (old toys, diaries) and a small shower of glitter fell once more to the floor.
All these years later, and my beautiful mistake is still ingrained into my universe, impossible to extricate or forget.
Remember me, the glitter says, bright and bold and irrepressible. Remember how happy I made you for one brief moment before you spent your life trying to get rid of me.
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