#every day I hate capitalism more and more

[nomsfaultau]

Can you put a price on human lives?

Apparently it's 5,000 dollars. Apparently for 5,000 dollars you deserve to escape genocide. Until our political pressure to end this atrocity succeeds, Palestinians need our help now. The following list is from my inbox, all investigated to the best of my ability and vetted. As always, proof of donation of 5$ or more gets a fic or drawing sbi/mcyt related or otherwise.

Monis Hammad. He has cancer and polio, and a family of 7. Vetted by 90 ghost. $2,271 raised of $41,300 goal https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-monis-and-family-escape-gaza-for-urgent-treatment?attribution_id=sl:8460e7ac-2be1-4d3e-a319-b10a48ab66ab&lang=en_US

Ezzedine Salem and family of 7. Vetted by association and a shade of blue. €3,274 raised of €20,000 goal https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuilding-hope-help-ezzedine-escape-the-war-in-gaza?attribution_id=sl:814b1f53-4e06-4a0a-8589-d5b1b428a320

Shaima and Ibrahim, vetted by gazavetters (line 62). €3,081 raised of €50,000 goal https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-shaimas-family-get-out-of-gaza?attribution_id=sl:21ce6984-0b87-4420-81a7-f2fc4933584f

Iyad and his family, vetted by Gaza vetters (24) and nabulsi. €1,855 raised of €40,000 goal https://www.gofundme.com/f/gmduv6-help-my-family-evacuate-from-gaza

Anas Al-shrafa and his family, vetted by gazavetters (32) and butterfly (913) €10,931 raised of €50,000 goal https://www.gofundme.com/f/7fn48y-gaza-palestine?attribution_id=sl:e0c5f1f0-fd25-4bdd-8282-16a1c672eb7d

Hamza and their family of 7, Vetted gazavetters (91) €1,229 raised of €100,000 goal. https://www.gofundme.com/f/apcnx-help-me-and-my-family-to-evacuate-gaza?lang=en_US

Mahmoud Balousha and his family of 3, Vetted by 90 ghost. $4,095 raised of $40,000 goal https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-soha-and-her-children-evacuate-gaza-safely?lang=en_US

Ahmed and Lubna and their two kids, vetted by gazavetters (1) €8,295 raised of €50,000 goal. https://www.gofundme.com/f/rfhp83-help-ahmeds-family-escape-the-war?attribution_id=sl:98cc7a78-b52a-440b-8c3f-2b4e22d89eff

Khaled Smeer and family. Vetted by Gaza evacuation funds. $1,385 AUD raised of $60,000 goal https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-khaled-to-evacuate-from-gaza

Ahmed, his elderly parents, and children, vetted by nahulsi and el sham hussein. €5,727 raised of €50,000 goal https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-save-ahmed-family-from-gaza?attribution_id=sl:3c3111af-7abc-4809-9235-8bb451cd5b02

[geneticcatalyst]

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[sherlock-is-ace]

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[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Just applied for a summer childcare position (like for a camp type thing) that pays 20–28 dollars an hour based on qualifications (I should be towards the end of that scale because I work in a school; and the only requirement the job lists is to be 16 and have experience with children). So hopefully they’ll consider me. That would be wonderful.

[ourceliumnetwork]

it is not slacking off to write or create it is not slacking off to do things that are fun i am not slacking off or procrastinating right now i'm allowed to do things i enjoy doing for fun including playing games and writing and such

[mirawhat]

am i dead? no. do i kinda wish i was? sure.

idk if its because of playing ffxiv(*), or because of adhd(***) or because of poor time management or because i live alone and have to do all the chores all the time all alone, but i do not understand what should i do ti have time for everything i want to do. i have so little obligations outside of 9hr work day but i just dont have time!!! for basic things!!!!!! and i hate this

[rococo-skeleton]

Everytime I go to a job interview, 10 years of my life is taken from me along with my long and laboring progress at mental stability

[nerevarbignaturals]

why in the fresh FUCK are so many medical clinics in idaho operating on a monthly subscription basis. this is life-saving healthcare not fucking hulu

[wolf-skins]

nvm the americans in the notes going “i live in america you don’t want privatized healthcare” are normies and fine it’s the fucking americans going LISTEN HERE YOU FUCKS

americans stop pretending you’re the main characters in the story and eat my entire ass

[manasurge]

lol I’ve been so physically exhausted that all I’ve been able to do once I’ve been home was just... lying down and constantly rotating stretching different parts of my body in different ways bc my muscles are just in that worn out that I can’t get comfortable in any way and only find temporary relief without contorting myself in weird ways for short periods of time.

It’s just a bit annoying bc I wanted to use my limited free time tonight to draw before I had to bed again for another long shift tomorrow, but alas I am apparently not allowed to have that luxury and instead am only allowed to experience unyielding exhaustion.

[bisexualpackrat]

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[loremonster]

I'd say the children of people who shouldn't have had kids.

Still, fully agreed.

we are the daughters of parents who should not have had kids

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[seaslugs-arerllycool]

it's already like the second week of school and i want to drop out. i'd rather be a fast food worker, because it'll probably be equally as tiring, but at least i get paid. it's not like my life is really going anywhere, anyway? so.

[flowachild]

I have a check in with HR next week with no description and I hate that so much but I’m going to be delulu and say they literally can’t afford to let me go and not ruin my week 🤪

[vanyafresita]

imma be real with you guys.... alcoholism was easier than whatever the fuck i have goin on right now