#that's fucking disgusting

[khaire-traveler]

Hello, I am from Gaza, due to the shortage of medicine in Gaza, my mother who is a type 1 diabetic and was supposed to undergo urgent eye surgery, has not been able to get insulin or any medical care for the past three months. . Some members of my family fled to the southernmost part of Gaza (Rafah) in tents. But my parents and sisters have nowhere else to stay. They are forced to stay in the Nuseirat refugee camp, which has been bombed since the beginning of Christmas. "I am on my knees asking for your donations. Please help me. where you can.

Goal: $700

**"DO NOT DONATE TO THIS PERSON; THEY ARE MOST LIKELY A SCAMMER!!! DO DONATE TO ORGANIZATIONS SUCH AS THE PALESTINE CHILDREN'S RELIEF FUND!!!***

All the casual readers need to know is do not donate to this person; they are almost certainly a scammer (I say this after looking into it further). Scammer, please, by all means, continue reading. I'd love to hear your defense. c:

Let's dissect this, friends. One incorrect piece of information at a time.

List of Scammer Red Flags Within This Ask

This account has quite a few posts, but all of them are reblogs dated only up to three days ago. The only original post is their pinned post, and even that was posted three days ago. They even reblogged sending this very same ask to another person who asked for a link, as they did not give one. This, too, was dated three days ago. This is fishy to me.

After looking into your claims about having a Type 1 Diabetic mother who needed "urgent eye surgery" without any access to insulin for supposedly three months, I doubt the validity of your statement. It sounds like your mother has pretty severe diabetes, seeing that she needed urgent eye surgery. Sounds like she's reached the criticality of risking blindness as a complication. That's pretty intense, and I highly doubt she would last three months without insulin. "Without insulin, people with T1D will die from hyperglycemia within days or weeks." She is no longer with us. Why does she need money for treatment if she is deceased?

This is a very real article discussing the very real consequences of the fall of Gaza's healthcare system. There is no healthcare system in place currently - nothing substantial or official. There are freelance doctors providing support where they can, humanitarian organizations with their limited authority and ability attempting to provide aid, and medical professionals of all kinds trying their damnedest to put their skills to use in ways they've never had to before. So I ask you, where the fuck is this money going? Are you going to pay ANERA $700 for your deceased mother's insulin?

Seems you have done your research on these tent and refugee camp locations. However, there was an unfortunate airstrike on the Nuseirat refugee camp in early March. From my understanding, it may no longer be standing at all. Even if it is, I doubt, very much so, that you are there. I'm not sure where you are, but I feel it is not there. And where are you posting from, if I may ask? I'm curious how you've gotten internet access. Although I'm aware it's possible, from my understanding, it's extremely difficult to come by.

The Internet thing leads us into our fifth point. How will you access this money? If you were to say, run out of Internet connection, where would this $700 go? How will you get it out of your PayPal account? From your local refugee camp ATM?

PayPal does not work in Palestine, dumbass. You are as bright as a black hole and twice as dense.

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If you need genuine help, I'm sorry, but this isn't the right way to ask for it. I wish I could do more for you. I wish I could go there myself and give you the relief that you need. I'm not sure what money could do for you in Gaza, especially when medical care is literally impossible to find with many doctors having, unfortunately, passed away and many more fleeing the country, but if you're real, I hope you receive the care that you need. I hope you find somewhere safe to reside.

But I do not think you need help. I think you are someone preying on the kindness of others, taking advantage of a goddamn genocide to earn some extra money. Your money is soaked in the blood of innocents. Innocents who could've used it themselves. Scammer, you disgust me. Children have fucking died while you were busy trying to earn some extra cash, profiting from their suffering. Fuck you, truly. There's a special place in the deep, deep depths of the afterlife, waiting to drag you kicking and screaming to the consequences of your actions. I hope you regret this scam. I hope it haunts you.

[yourfavisosddidcoded]

DNI IF YOU SHIP SPARDACEST WHAT THE FUCK

[utas-faerie-gf]

No cuz literally

[thoodleoo]

i keep trying to make a funny post based on this egyptian predynastic eye paint palette shaped like two mud turtles but every time i look at them i start ugly laughing so im just gonna post them as is

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[l-na]

hi everyone please pay attention to this

a fellow black trans mutual of mine, @rulerofpurple was terminated today for criticizing tumblr's unjustified banning of trans women and black people on their platform. @rulerofpurple 's partner was banned as well.

here are the screenshots of his cohost post discussing it.

please spread this around! @rulerofpurple was terminated and wants his mutuals to know!

[bun33ri3]

OPTCG 4 EVER

[littlematchagirlll]

you know what, fuck joe biden. fuck joe biden. i am so deeply enraged tonight. thousands of palestinians have been murdered in a genocide funded by US tax dollars, and his administration thinks it's a good time to post memes?? most young people i know are living paycheck to paycheck (or debt to debt), and they think they can appeal to us by posting goddamn memes? at least one hundred people were killed in rafah due to an israeli air strike during the superbowl, and biden posts a dark brandon meme? what the absolute fuck? over twelve thousand children have been murdered in cold blood by the israeli military, funded by the united states, funded by my goddamn taxes, and biden tweets about seats on airplanes? i can't afford to buy meat, but thank god part of my paycheck is being spent on bombing children. i am ashamed i voted for him. if i ever met the man, i would spit on him. i would throw both my shoes at him. i am disgusted and angry. god fucking damnit

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[tamlindain]

[quatraine-in-c-major]

*clears throat*

Trans women do not have it easier.

Trans women are not just a fetish.

Trans women can be asexual.

Trans women are not ‘begging for attention’.

Trans women are not ‘asking for it’.

Trans women are just as equal as trans men.

Trans women are just as equal as cis women.

Trans women are just as equal as literally anybody.

Trans women deserve respect.

Trans women deserve rights.

Trans women deserve to feel safe.

Trans women are women. If you cannot wrap your head around that; get off my fucking blog.

[flayyr]

hes reading alfred lord tennyson and he makes me want to vomit

[b1mbodoll]

pls write more ab gooner hee… pls pls pls

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: drugs + gooner! hee + porn / hentai + dubcon + dirty talk (hentai lines) + degradation + creampies + cervix fucking + pregnancy ment. + hee gets called master

💌: watched hentai for dialogue inspo. i’ve got to jerk off!!! /j also why do i write So Much when my phone is almost dead.. gah!!!!

gooner heeseung that gets super giggly n is sooo sweet to you when you smoke with him, tryin’ to ease you into it n holding the blunt to your lips, guiding you on how long to inhale n when to blow it out, rubbing your back until your coughing subsides.

heeseung’s already hard in his sweats just from the sight of drool escaping the corners of your lips; it reminds him so much of the new hentai he had just watched last night, where the girl (that may or may not have looked eerily similar to you) was drooling all over her master’s cock, his length too big to fit properly. would he be too big for your pretty little mouth, he wonders.

‘s not let before you’re all ditzy n your head’s foggy from the marijuana, completely letting your guard down around heeseung n totally unaware of his complete personality change, your sweet seungie is gone n in his stead is a gross perv, his big hand rubbing your cunt over your bottoms and you’re mindlessly rutting into them while moaning softly.

your sweet noises and the quiet music heeseung chose are sure to live in his head forever. maybe he’ll have to record you..

“who would’ve guessed that you’re such an easy little whore?” questions hee, his voice taking on a meaner tone n his eyes trained on your greedy form, both of your hands have wrapped around his wrist to keep him from pulling away from your desperate pussy.

“‘m not a whore!” you cry, “jus’ feels so — ah — good, heeseungie”

“yeah? havin’ your slutty cunt touched n teased feels good? i haven’t even properly fingerfucked you, dummy.” heeseung mocks, pressing his pretty digits into you harder, the stimulation making you whine.

“uh huh, yesyes hee, keep goin’ please!”

he uses his other hand to grab his phone, clumsily unlocking it before tapping the photos app, searching for the hidden folder he has of different clips and pictures from the porn he likes.

he chooses a disgusting animated video, dragging the bar to find the specific part he wants to show you; the one where the virgin girl turns into a complete nympho and starts taking what she wants from the main character, riding his cock as she pleads for him to knock her up.

“look at this, sweetheart, read what she’s saying. i want you to say it out loud.”

your unfocused eyes laser in on the subtitles, cheeks heating up at the obscene phrases. “w-what? i can’t say that, hee. ‘s filthy..” you pout.

his condescending scoff makes your heart clench, fear taking over your features. you don’t wanna upset him :(

“did i fucking ask what you think? no. so say it before i make you walk home.” heeseung brings a heavy palm over your clothed cunt before speaking again, “my pretty girl is too stupid to make her own decisions, right? so jus’ listen, baby. i don’t wanna be mean.”

tears pool in your lashline and you sniffle quietly, taking a deep breath before reciting the pervy lines.

“heeseungie.. m-master.. i want you to,” you peer up at him, empty hole clenching around nothing at the pleased look on his face.

he catches your eyes and nods in encouragement. “want y’to fill my womb. ruin me with your big dick a-and stir up my insides. i wanna cream your cock as you cum in me and be your woman forever.”

“attagirl.”

the grey of his sweats is noticeably darker where his cock rests, precum dribbling from his slit and staining the fabric.

and who is heeseung to deny your request? he tosses his phone to the side and pulls his pants under his thighs first, then works on unbuttoning your own, desperate to have his way with you. it all happens so fast and you barely have time to process what’s going on before his tip prods at your entrance, your juices dripping onto his length.

you place shaky hands on his shoulders, receiving no warning when he fucks up into you, forcing his thick, veiny cock into your tight hole, slamming into the back of your pussy.

“oh, god! fuck! ‘s too deep.”

hee chuckles in response, continuing to thrust into your hole and batter your cervix.

“say it, slut. or make somethin’ up, i don’t fuckin’ care. just need to hear you talk like those hentai whores.” spits heeseung, voice strained. he’s trying so hard to keep from blowing his load early.

“please! please fill me up with your semen, master. fuck my wombpussy a-and get me pregnant! give it to me, seungie please! please, please, please, i need it. my slutty pussy wants your cum!”

his mouth falls open and a guttural groan fills your ears, his cock twitches and the vein on the underside pulses as thick sperm spurts from his tip, shooting directly into your womb and completely flooding it.

it’s so warm and it clings to your walls, the pressure of his head snug against your cervix triggering your own orgasm, inner walls clenching around him so tight it draws out more cum from his spent cock, balls tight as they empty inside of you for what feels like hours

[lucarleigho]

why is it, when faced with horrendously false claims and egregious lies abt trans women, ppl come out of the woodwork to criticize the way they rightfully become angry at the deceitful transmisoginysts that got a trans womans blog wrongfully nuked. its never a conversation abt "how could this have happened and how can we stop it", its always "well i dont like the way you responded so obviously you deserved it". the patronizing tone policing makes me fucking sick. the trans woman always has to be perfectly polite and agreeable, even in the face of her own oppression and harassment campaign, lest she become the evil tranny who did every awful thing you accused her of just because you dont like her tone. THAT is transmisogyny.

[lichenbug]

rarity LOVES when this woman wears an outfit.