My friend and I were trying to figure out how to sort out all the information about Palestine and Gaza, how to help, and keep up with the info. So we made a server on Discord.
We can help you with email formatting or calling reps, there's links on how to easily see brands that support genocide, donation links, and even some positive impacts people have made so far. We're trying to be safe with who enters the server for now tho.
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Let! That! Baby! Eat!!!!!!
Perfect tags
BIG fan of this design choice
*kicks my feet playfully whilst lying on my front and lining up my sniper rifle*
i think my favourite horror trope is what i like to call "it gets better before it gets worse". the evil is seemingly defeated. the worst is apparently over. it was tough, and maybe you didn't all make it out in one piece, but you made it. except that you didn't. you're still infected, still marked. you bring the horror with you wherever you go. and there's no timeframe after which you can say you're safe with any certainty. it might lie dormant for years, just waiting for you to turn your back to it long enough to let it find you again. it knows your scent, now. it can hunt you down wherever you go.
it works so well on a metatextual level too. it's so easy as an audience to let yourself hope that maybe, this time, that's really it. it's really over. the characters you're rooting for won. you can relax now. then you remember what genre you're engaging with, or check the runtime, or page count, and feel your dread crystallise as you realise that there's still enough time left for a final, terrible act.
i think my favourite horror trope is what i like to call "it gets better before it gets worse". the evil is seemingly defeated. the worst is apparently over. it was tough, and maybe you didn't all make it out in one piece, but you made it. except that you didn't. you're still infected, still marked. you bring the horror with you wherever you go. and there's no timeframe after which you can say you're safe with any certainty. it might lie dormant for years, just waiting for you to turn your back to it long enough to let it find you again. it knows your scent, now. it can hunt you down wherever you go.
it works so well on a metatextual level too. it's so easy as an audience to let yourself hope that maybe, this time, that's really it. it's really over. the characters you're rooting for won. you can relax now. then you remember what genre you're engaging with, or check the runtime, or page count, and feel your dread crystallise as you realise that there's still enough time left for a final, terrible act.
crying
head archivist of the magnus institute
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More birds I've painted
'When the Flower burst out' by Ivar Arosenius, 1904
On April 13, 1985, Danuta Danielsson - a Jewish-Polish woman whose mother was taken to a concentration camp in WWII - hit a local neonazi with her handbag in Vรคxjรถ, Sweden.
Update: The neonazis were subsequently expelled from the city, and a statue was erected in her honor.
This week 34 years ago, Danuta Danielsson demonstrated how much respect fascists deserve.
Well played, Danuta Danielsson.
And good aim.
She hit them so hard they were banished from that land forever. Iconic
Happy 40th Annual Hit a Nazi with a Handbag Day
Adolph Mรผnzer - Walpurgis Sabbath, cover illustration for "Jugend" magazine (1909)
you cant ever let yourself forget what it felt like to be 15. how adults treated you. being treated without a shred of respect because people think youre too young to have thoughts and feelings of your own. the lack of autonomy. you cant ever forget that because if you do you might become the kind of adult who treats kids like theyre not people
nature reclaiming technology
Krobus is enjoying the new waterfalls...
Sorry I didnโt reply to your messages I was busy being that one homie thatโs not gonna make it
