#please change

[karlyuchka]

I'm gonna kill myself, wtf is this

[pumpkipodge]

Uhh...

That feel when you click on tumblr, expecting it too look a certain way and it looks exactly like twitter or x or whatever and the first words that came out of my mouth where "Is this a joke?"

Its not a good look tumblr, go back. This is awful.

[littleladymab]

Ladies please, not all at once!!!!

I haven't figured out how to block you on mobile and I've not been on my desktop please!!

[inverse-muses]

... Unfollow two blogs I followed by mistake, and tumblr decided to completely rearrange my dashboard. tf?

[oncorhynchus-nerka]

VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.

Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)

[decaf-lesbian]

everyone please read this and share if you can.

Brazil is going through one of the worst climatic crisis ever seen.

i live in the southernmost state, Rio Grande do Sul. we have been suffering from extreme, nonstop rainstorms for a week now. the rivers are flooding, reaching 4-6 meters above their natural level. people are being rescued by helicopters, neighborhoods are being evacuated. entire cities are slowly but surely becoming submerged in water. 60 people missing and counting. 32 deaths and counting.

and this is not new. last november also had a flood like this one. 50 dead, many material losses. it happened again this january, with thousands being left without power or water for days.

three catastrophical disasters within less than a year. three disasters only a few months apart.

this is not natural.

unsustainable agricultural practices and politics led to this. a complete disregard for nature led to this. greed led to this. always greed.

when it comes to the climate crisis, i cannot stress this enough: we need to act now if we still want to live. disasters like this are going to happen more often and they're going to be much, much worse. this flood is being considered the worst climatic catastrophe in the history of my state. i don't know how long it will take for another bigger one to happen and take its place. i just know it will be sooner than it should.

links to donate (if you can't donate, sharing already helps a lot):

link for non-brazilians (paybox)

link for brazilians

pix assufrgs

updated links are on the pinned post on my blog. in the meantime, pray for us.

[darthteeth]

URGENT!!!Help Abdul Salam Al-Anqar and his family get through this war in Gaza!!!

(URGENT) THEY ARE AT €3,445 OUT OF €50,000 GOAL

I was asked by @nader5555 to make this, if u cannot donate please please share this post. Copy pasted from a message i was sent:

"Only a Few Hours Left Before We Enter Our First Year of War, Genocide, Starvation, and Displacement A Final Plea from the Heart of Hell: Save Us Before Hope Dies 💔🔥 I am Abdel Salam, and I have nothing left but words written by a trembling hand ✍️. The war has not only destroyed our lives; it has taken everything from us. Our home, which was once our refuge, is now a pile of rubble 🏚️.

My car, my only source of livelihood, was destroyed in a sudden strike 🚗, and the work that sustained us is now a distant memory 💼. Today, I live in an endless nightmare. Under a sun that burns everything in its path 🌞🔥, my family and I sit in a worn-out tent, a tent that shields us neither from the summer heat nor the winter cold ❄️. Insects 🦟 invade the place, diseases consume our bodies 🩺, and my younger siblings cry from hunger and thirst 🍞💧. We have no clean water or a crumb of bread to ease our hunger. Each passing day deepens the weight of this hell we live in.

My Daughter Eman is Dying from Malnutrition 😨 My daughter Eman suffers from malnutrition; I have nothing to feed or treat her with. The deterioration of her health is killing me slowly. Every glance in her eyes, every pain she endures, crushes my heart 💔. How can I explain to her that what was once our hope has now turned into nothing but a mirage? The Night Only Adds to Our Pain 🌙 The night does not bring us rest; it only adds to our pain. We sleep on hard ground, feeling the cold in every bone of our bodies 🥶, with nothing but pieces of cardboard 📦 to cover us. My wife Aya cries in silence 🥺 as she watches our daughter’s future fade before her eyes. My mother Eman suffers from illness and needs urgent medical care 🩺💊.

My Father Ahmed is Sick with Cancer and Needs Emergency Treatment My father Ahmed, who is sick with cancer, needs emergency treatment outside Gaza, and the cost of his treatment is at least $10,000, not including accommodation. As he suffers from severe pain, I cannot provide the treatment he needs due to our dire situation.

My Siblings Are in Constant Suffering ⚰️ My brother Omar was unable to continue his studies due to the situation. My brother Nader could not take his high school exams, and my younger brother Mohammad suffers from brittle bones and needs treatment we cannot afford. Every day we live brings us one step closer to the end. Death surrounds us from every side: if not from hunger 🍽️, then from illness 🦠. And if not from illness, then from the despair that devours our souls. Where is Humanity? Where is the World? 🌍💔 We want to leave the devastated Gaza Strip to escape the machinery of destruction and killing and the severity of hunger and poverty. The cost of travel for each person is $5,000, and we are a family of seven members, bringing the total cost to $35,000.

Where are the compassionate hearts? Are you waiting for us to disappear into the depths of this suffering? Are you waiting until death takes us before you act? We are drowning, and we don’t have enough strength to scream for help 🆘. Will you let this cry go unanswered? 😭 Your donation today is our last thread of hope. With the little support I received, I was able to buy a simple phone 📱 to reach out to you. But the bitter truth is that what I and my family need is much greater. We are not asking for much; just enough to save our lives from this hell 🔥. Every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death for us 👐. Don’t Let Us Disappear in the Darkness of Suffering 🌑 Don’t let our story end here. Be the light that guides us to salvation 🕯️✨.

With every tear, with every pain, I write this final plea to you, Abdel Salam."

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[stormofneurosis]

I hope this has the plants too

NEVER BBQ close to a eucalyptus - they throw clouds of flammable gas into the air and shed dry strips of bark to make tinder for a firestorm. Useful for them because they use the heat to break open their seeds, not so useful for people

NEVER touch the gympie-gympie plant. It will hurt. It may never stop hurting.

(please note this is the bush also known as the SUICIDE BUSH because it causes so much unmitigated pain that people wish to do so)

You know what doesn’t fuck around?

Australian children’s books on animals

[eimearkuopio]

At mass this morning, we were asked who Jesus is to us. I can't understand why the question even needs to be asked, but here's the answer.

Jesus is my father. He has been faithful to you in word and deed his entire life, and your short-sightedness and willful ignorance nearly caused him to sacrifice me, all unawares.

Jesus is my brother. He pays you lip service so as not to upset the people who love us, but he doesn't believe any more, and that's on you. There was a time when his faith burned as strongly as mine ever did. Now he just pities me that I'm still on fire, and doesn't understand that this fire can never consume me (but it can be smothered, and it nearly went out from lack of oxygen).

Jesus is my husband. He was not born into my faith, and my faith is such a mess that I will never ask him to join it. But we will live our lives together, full of love for each other and for the world, and that will be enough for us. He will never make me choose. If you try, I will choose him.

Jesus is my nephew. So young. So new. So fresh and unspoiled by the world. But my niece is the reason I'm doing this.

You keep asking who Jesus is. Jesus is the Father incarnate. Jesus is the butterfly - but the species, not the specimen, is every person in His story who chose His greater part. Who chose to go on ahead and lead us in His footsteps, or to keep searching until they could find His trail.

But me, I'm the ones who stayed behind. The ones who showed kindness to Him and freed him from Omelas, not to destroy the city but to save the ones He sacrificed himself for. Dying is easy. Living is harder. Stop worshipping His death. Start worshipping His life, and what He tried to buy for you with it. You don't want my kindness yet. Choose His kindness, day after day, and maybe when the time comes you will savour mine. He did, as loath as I was to grant it.

I won't let you hurt Him any more. I hope you won't hurt me, either, but I'm willing to accept it if you do. My nephew and my niece will grow up in a better world than any of us did, because if I can't change the world, I fear a future where my mercy is the only one left to them.

The Church Fathers passed down their wisdom and asked us to accept it as Gospel. Where are the Church Mothers in this? That's why I came to Catholicism. It's not cause and effect. If I had been born in another faith, I would have been given another task. But none of the options in the Church of my birth suit me, and I have no interest in taking orders at this point in my life.

I have had to choose between changing the world and leaving it. I will leave it anyway someday. Let's work together and change it for the better. If my niece or nephew chooses the kitchen as their greater part, I want to leave it in order for them. But the first step along that path is to stop focusing on the flesh, and start focusing on the spirit - the living spirit, not the spirit of a sacrifice two thousand years gone whose words you have twisted and whose purpose you have forgotten. Decorate your house however you like, but it seems crass and tawdry to clothe your Father's remains in gold and gems to venerate your consumption of Him, while your siblings and cousins and neighbours freeze and starve and die from a thousand cuts.

You didn't listen to my Nana, because you thought you already knew what she was saying. You didn't listen to my Aunt, because you wanted to believe yourselves instead of her. You are going to listen to me, because I will not leave one stone atop another if I believe one of you might harm a hair on either of my niblings' heads. Any of them; because the finite self sacrificed her individual identity to protect them, but the infinite self loves all of you. Enough to protect you from yourselves, even if you won't enjoy learning the lesson.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I cannot put into mortal words how fucking badly I want that swedish goat to burn. We live in a modern surveillance hellscape and not only is big brother watching you but he’s monitoring your purchase habits so he can sell you a smart refrigerator that will spy on you for the cia. the full weight of modern technology can be rallied to protect that straw monument to human hubris and I want us to burn it anyway. I want the might of modern society to crumple in the face of a drunk swede with a zippo lighter. we can do it just take my hand

[yelloworangesoda]

deviantart drama is so..... some rando will comment on your posts and then later it turns out they harassed another random artist for making the fnaf characters too gay or whatever and deactivated

[esgiel]

Couldn’t have put it better - heck, I moved around the apps on my phone so there’s a different app where Reddit is, to deter the muscle memory

an internal memo leaked from ceo steve huffman saying the "noise" of the blackout will die out and they just need to weather it until we give up. fuck you spez.

first of all it's OVER EIGHT THOUSAND subreddits that went dark.

second of all he clearly doesn't give one single shit about the users or the UNPAID army of mods who slog through a million miles of shit every day to keep illegal and offensive content off the site (i'm a mod in a small fandom subreddit and even the shit i've seen is beyond the pale) and therefore make it appealing to the advertizers.

you have no fucking business without us. and you don't care one single bit about it.

he clearly did not mean for this memo to leak, but someone at reddit thought it was important enough to send it out anyway. please spread it (spreddit?) especially because so much of reddit is still in blackout.

[zuzartii]

I hope every single person who puts nice comments in tags under reblogged art knows that you you guys are the backbone of society. Being an artist online sucks these days, but here on tumblr I still get compliments under artworks that I made years ago. I hope you know every WOW and heart emoji and heartfelt compliment and funny comment you left in the tags is part of the reason I kept drawing all these years, in spite of everything that was going on.

I've been screenshotting the nice tags I get for years, and at this point it would be literal thousands of lines if I still had my old files. I love u tumblr users <333333333

[underratedgenius]

[seawaveleo]

lovin the dichotomy here

anyway tumblr número 1 campeão do mundo staff stop changing the mobile layout and get rid of tumblr live

[cleverthylacine]

And then there’s TFW 2005.  Love how he says he’s from Florida but not from the joke parts.  Dude. You don’t know what the actual joke parts are because there is no way you are not at the epicentre thereof.

Shortpacked!: Victory!