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[call-me-cosmic]

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[justsomeantifas]

Calling English a useless degree of study is so wild when most have the media literacy of an ipad baby and can’t reliably tell when they’re being trolled or lied to by fox news—let alone NPR.

This is notwithstanding the sheer depth of history and prior pieces of literature and philosophy and plays and music and fashion as a study and medicine and politics etc. that it takes to understand 1 modern piece of literature (not the contemporaries of today I mean modern as in the time period) mocking you for not knowing culture. 💀💀💀

[dreamingofep]

You ever just…. ✨think✨ about this man…🫠

[shorooq-mahmoud]

Urgent Humanitarian Appeal: Help the Family of Shorooq, Mohammed, and Their Baby Jamal📣❗️🚨

Dear friends,

Today, we write to you with heavy hearts to share the story of Shorooq, Mohammed, and their baby Jamal, a family who fled the horrors of war in Gaza in search of safety. Their journey was filled with unimaginable challenges, leaving behind everything they once had: their home, dreams, and source of income.

Now in Egypt, they face the harsh realities of life without any financial support or stable income. Despite these hardships, thanks to the generosity of kind hearts, they reached their initial goal of €500. However, they are still in desperate need of assistance to achieve their new goal of €1,000.

This small, courageous family is asking for just enough to cover their basic needs and to give their baby, Jamal, a chance at a better life.

We kindly ask you to be part of this light that could transform their lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a significant difference. And if you’re unable to donate, please share this appeal to reach more compassionate hearts.

🌟To donate or get in touch, please use the following link:

🌟Verified and Shared by @bilal-salah0 Here

Let’s come together to bring hope and dignity to this struggling family.🙏🥹

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[toffeebrews]

just realized epic and his brother (he needs a nickname or something it feels weird to just say his brother) were created and died at the same hand deactivating.

[noa-nightingale]

Finally had the time and energy to write a list about ep 55 of Pod Watcher (055: We Talk About The Past Year), so here are some things mentioned in that video about the WatcherTV announcement.

Steven said deciding to paywall most of their new content was one of the worst decisions they ever made.

Ryan said they hoped it would make the company more sustainable and they would be able to support their staff members, and that was the primary reason for the decision. He said after realizing what a mistake they had made, they tried to find a better solution that was "more inclusive of all the folks that have helped get us to this point" (i.e. their audience/fans).

Shane acknowledged that people don't react this passionately to things they don't care about.

Shane said some comments went over the line.

Steven said their viewers have to be at the heart of their content.

The shows they make on Watcher are a lot cheaper than the shows they made on Buzzfeed. Buzzfeed Unsolved had more people on staff than their entire company currently has.

Ryan said there was a lot of shame around having made a mistake and having hurt people. He talked about questioning his self-image. He said it took time to grapple with it and that's one of the reasons it has taken so long for them to talk about everything.

They are still figuring out how to make their company and the things they do sustainable.

They took a look at their shows to figure out what is the heart and core of them and what is not necessary (and where costs could be reduced).

Making Travel Season was cheaper than Puppet History and Ghost Files. (And Shane mentioned he saw people weaponizing Steven's ~gold eating~ - I want to mention this specifically because I am still angry about those comments.)

They dropped the "TV caliber content". Steven said this thing that was meant as a positive thing in the beginning became how to reach an imaginary bar that did not actually matter. He says the new bar is how to connect to and inspire their viewers, to be curious and do things they love and care about.

Ryan talked about the ego involved in wanting to push things further and making "TV caliber content" and said that the aftermath of the streamer announcement was an opportunity to refocus on what is actually important.

Steven said he asked around the company what their employees think about Watcher and the word that came up a lot was curiosity - they all care about curiosity and exploration.

Ryan said that sometimes you get misguided and need a smack on the head to get back on track - he said that the reaction to the streamer announcement was the biggest smack on the head he'd ever gotten and that he is grateful for it.

Steven apologized (again) for saying that anyone can afford $6 and that is was insensitive of him. Shane clarified that it was a thing they all released and that there was a lot of scapegoating on Steven.

They did not want to take the Goodbye Youtube down until they had the conversation and without unpacking everything. They want to take it down because it has info in it that is not true anymore. It's not about running away from it.

Steven thanked people for giving constructive criticism.

They talked about the future (very exciting!) and that they looked at what people want to see (which fortunately is also what they themselves want to make).

There will be more Ghost Files and more Mystery Files in 2025.

The channel will lean more into the paranormal, the mystery, the spooky.

Puppet History is coming back!

The food content will be moved to a new home (a new youtube channel). It will still be under Watcher's umbrella.

There will be bonus content on the streamer, including experimental things, new things, exlusive stuff (and Evidence Room lol). The videos will be there one month early and ad-free.

Watcher's discord got migrated over from patreon - if you have access to the streamer, you also have access to the discord.

Kudos to Matty for occasionally interjecting and asking important questions and guiding the conversation.

I tried to keep this short but there was a lot. I still highly recommend watching the entire video. It is not only very introspective but also a fascinating look into the Behind the Scenes at Watcher.

I watched the entire podcast episode again and while I love listening to Steven, Ryan and Shane, it was a bit emotionally draining. Would appreciate a few reblogs. :)

Thanks for reading! <3

[allo-frouto]

Do you want to suck dick now ?

Buddy, I always want to suck dick.

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

RACEWAY AU CAST REACT TO STUPID SAUCE™

CAINE: He's fascinated by his own snap ability and the lack of control he has over it. He snaps, trying to summon a kart, but gets a rubber duck. The more he snaps, the more random the items.

POMNI: She's finally, FINALLY chilled out in this digital realm. She's laying out in the grass, staring up at the clouds. They're beautiful...

RAGATHA: She's lethargic and barely aware of her surroundings. Also blunt. She speaks her mind and isn't too nice without a filter.

JAX: Amazingly, he has energy. He's hopped up on a mania that's driving him to clean and organize and run and jump and bounce off the walls like the Energizer Bunny on crack. He's not just stupid, he's energizingly stupid

GANGLE: She's amused by everything. Anything anyone is doing or saying is suddenly very funny.

ZOOBLE: Still and silent like a statue. Zooble is ZOOTED and believes they are one with the couch.

KINGER: He's the most lucid he's been with the lights on in a while. Now he's wondering what's wrong with everyone else.

GUMMIGOO: He literally melts. He's a puddle of goo until the effects wear off.

LOO: She doesn't partake in the stupid sauce and babysits Ragatha. Poor dear.

SETH: Existential crisis in AI form. He's laid out next to Pomni freaking out that nothing they're looking at is real. HES NOT REAL.

ABEL: Bro lays down in the fetal position and cries. He finally feels the feels he's been suppressing for 20 years. He's reduced to a blubbering mess.

[ask-keith-kogane]

Holy thanks for tagging me! thats crazy!

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Sorry if I tagged you again

Hello dear!

Sorry for bothering you, but it's important to remind you to turn off your asks for a few days! Bad things are going to happen on Tumblr soon...

Don t know anything about this but BETTER BE SAFE EVERYBODY!!!!!!

[swankyangles]

Speaking of design in general, not necessarily graphic design, my wife sent me the most unhinged multi-level pun of a cosplay I've ever seen.

It's Memphis Pyramid Head

[batshit-auspol]

For all our rivalry, almost every Australian will concede New Zealand got the upper hand the day their Prime Minister responded to news of New Zealanders migrating to Australia with the quip "good, it will raise the average IQ of both countries"

[oopsdownloadedrumblragain-blog]

"hope this email finds you well"

how the email found me :

[thundergrace]

[bi-writes]

thinking about mob baking simon a cake for his birthday (without his prior knowledge) mm good soup

mail-order bride

"you think he likes chocolate, baby?" you ask the cats. they sit side-by-side at the breakfast counter, being good girls as they sit on their chairs and watch you mix batter. "he totally likes chocolate. big boys like daddy love chocolate, don't they, girls?"

you grease two circular pans, pouring the chocolate cake batter into them. you set them in the oven before getting to work on your chocolate buttercream. you're using the new mixer simon bought you--it's beautiful, stainless steel, heavy. when you saw in the store a few weeks ago, you gushed at it, telling simon you saw someone make cinnamon rolls, bread, cakes, all in this mixer, but when your eyes skimmed over the price, you said nothing more, just smiled up at simon and let him lead you over to where the cast iron pans were (you wanted a real one).

a few weeks later, you noticed it on the kitchen counter. sparkling silver, right there, with the whisk attachment on it just waiting for you. and in the cupboard, ingredients--bread flour, powdered sugar, cornmeal, corn starch, dutch process, baking chocolate, whole wheat flour--all for you to play with. and when you baked him the most decadent triple chocolate coffee cake he had ever had, he bent you over the same table his empty plate sat and ate your cunt out with your apron still on. when you kissed him afterwards, he still tasted like chocolate.

you turn off the mixer, reaching in with a spoon to lick the buttercream off of it. you hum with delight, setting it aside, and when the oven timer dings, you pull the cakes out to let them cool.

you wrap simon's present as everything settles. special order, a favor you called into johnny. it's in a nice wooden box, and you tie a big red bow on it, and when you go back into the kitchen, you level and stack the two pieces of cake between buttercream and use a spoon to make a fancy decoration over the top of it.

the front door sounds as you're putting the finishing touches on the cake. you can hear him coming closer, and you gasp.

"no, no, no, don't come in the kitchen yet!"

"wot?"

"just--wait a little bit in the living room, okay?"

"for wot?"

"simon--" you groan. "please? for me?"

you don't hear anything after that except for the tv turning on. when you finish putting the last candles on the cake, you light them, picking up the plate and coming into the living room.

simon looks surprised. he was concentrating hard on the tv, watching the game, but his face relaxes when he sees you holding the cake. the cats perk up from where they're laid down beside him, and their ears flit as you start to sing happy birthday.

his whole face twitches. he stiffens, his palms flat on his thighs as he grips them tight. you set down the cake on the coffee table in front of him, candles glowing as you take a seat next to him. he's still staring at the cake as you finish the song.

"happy birthday, dear simon...happy birthday to you."

you smile at him, wrapping a hand around his bicep, squeezing it gently. you kiss his shoulder before motioning to the cake.

"you can blow them out now, simon," you say softly. "make a wish."

he doesn't move. he stares straight ahead, his eyes fixated on the flickering candles. you reach down and take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and hugging his arm. you sit with him quietly, looking at the cake with him, and after a minute or so, you turn back at him.

"simon?" you whisper.

he's crying. you put a hand on the back of his head, scratching his short hair, and you cup his face gently as you wipe his tears. he's silent. the tears come, but he still doesn't move, still won't meet your eyes. you smile, going over to pick up the cake, and you hold it in front of him.

"here...make a wish, simon," you say softly. he picks up his sleeve and wipes his face, leaning over to blow out the candles. you put down the cake, standing up to go get his gift sitting on the kitchen table. when you sit down next to him again, he's still staring at the cake, still trying to pretend his face isn't wet with tears, but he stops wiping them when you place the box in his lap.

he unravels the bow. when he opens the case, he lets out a little chuckle, smoothing his hand over the foam inside.

there are an array of throwing knives laid before him. perfectly crafted, in different shapes and sizes, and when he picks one up and twirls it around between his fingers, the weight of them and the ease at which they move tells him you only picked out the finest quality. they're beautiful, and it's a thoughtful gift, and when he closes the lid on the box, he still can't meet your eyes.

"i'll cut us some cake," you say softly. you busy yourself getting plates and a cake knife from the kitchen, cutting generous slices before handing him one of the plates. he picks up the fork, and when you notice his hand shakes, you take the plate back from him gently and scoop a bite onto the fork for him. you don't say anything, just hold it up to his mouth, and once he takes a bite, you set the plate down and watch as he chews.

when he swallows, you sit again in silence. you reach over and take simon's hands in your own, squeezing them gently before bringing them up to your mouth to kiss softly. when he finally looks at you, all you do is smile.

he hadn't even remembered it was birthday. he never told you when it was, but he supposes you must have been curious enough to look for yourself. he can't remember the last time someone made him cake. he can't remember when he last received a gift, especially one like this. he doesn't know when he last thought himself happy enough to celebrate anything at all, but there is no other way he would've wanted today to go.

joy. you bring uninhibited, unfiltered, all-consuming joy. the way you're smiling at him--he can already see you in the kitchen in that apron, baking this cake, talking to no one but the cats as you carefully decorate it. the way you're looking at him--he knows you dreamed about this all week, scheduling the day so you could have the cake done as soon as he got home.

and chocolate. his favorite. decadent, sweet chocolate--it's still under his tongue, and he wants another bite already, he cannot wait to devour the slice that waits for him on the table.

"happy birthday, simon," you whisper, and when you lean in to hug him, he cradles the back of your head, tangling a hand into your hair as he presses you to his chest. "i love you."

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck--

"love you, too, baby."

"what did you wish for?" you mumble into his shoulder. simon snorts a little, shaking his head.

"if i tell ya, it won't come true."

"oh, yeah," you giggle. "keep your secrets then."

he doesn't want more; the only thing he wishes for is more time. more time with you. as much as he can get. to live long enough that he gets to see your face for as long as possible.

that whatever he sees for the last time will be you and you only.

[shorooq-mahmoud]

Please keep reblog and Donate if you can

“Help a Family from Gaza: Help Mohammed, Shorouq, and Baby Jamal Survive!”

In the heart of Gaza, where war, hunger, and despair are everyday realities, one small family is fighting to survive. Mohammed, his wife Shorouq, and their one-year-old son Jamal have lost everything but their hope—and now, they are reaching out for your help.

Mohammed works in vegetable trading, the only source of income for his family. But the war has shattered markets, destroyed livelihoods, and left him struggling to provide even a loaf of bread for his loved ones.

Shorouq, a young and ambitious graduate of midwifery nursing, once dreamed of helping mothers and saving lives. Instead, the harsh realities of war and unemployment have trapped her in a constant fight to protect her baby and keep her family afloat.

And then there’s Jamal, their innocent one-year-old boy. Too young to understand the horrors around him, but old enough to feel hunger, fear, and the cold absence of safety. A child who deserves warmth, food, and a chance at a brighter tomorrow.

This small family now faces unimaginable challenges: war-torn streets, empty markets, and empty stomachs. They need your compassion, your kindness, and your support to survive.

Today, you can make a difference.

Your donation—no matter how small—can provide food, medicine, and basic essentials to help Mohammed, Shorouq, and Jamal endure these dark times. Your support can give hope to a family that feels forgotten by the world.

How you can help:

• Donate to their GoFundMe campaign.

• Share their story with your friends, family, and on social media to amplify their voice.

GoFundMe Link:

Together, we can help this family survive and rebuild their lives. Your generosity is their lifeline, and every small act of kindness creates a ripple of hope.

“Your donation could be the reason a child sleeps with a full stomach tonight. Let’s stand together for Mohammed, Shorouq, and baby Jamal.”

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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

It had only been a few hours since the glowing entity had sunk into Nightwings shadow while he was on patrol. So far, his symptoms were mild but concerning.

Batman had wrapped his eldest son in a big blanket as he shivered violently. Taking the thermometer out of his mouth, it showed he wasn't running a fever, but his temperature wasn't running any lower than normal either.

Which was odd since Dicks lips were blue.

"Do we have results on the blood samples?"

-Not much.- Red Robin answered through the coms, -this stuff is kinda like Lazarus water but only vaguely. If Ras is involved he's changed up the formula a lot-

Bruce looked down at his son, usually this would be the point where he would make a quip or joke of some sort, but there was nothing. Only his face contorting as his emotions swang to one extreme to the next, his eyes periodically flashing Lazarus green...

Aka Danny is badly injured and in his panic he sees Nightwing and thinks, "Safety" and that the hero wouldn't mind, so he burrows his way into Nightwings shadow to basically go into hibernation to fix himself.

Who could have possibly guessed that a super powerful entity forcibly entering someone's subconscious and staying there would have massive mental and physical consequences? Not Danny, apparently.