LETS BOYCOTT TUMBLR!

ok so this is a rant, tumblr has started going off the rails with selling data to openai and crap like that, like really tumblr??????? i hate the fact that tumblr is doing this because it can cause so much drama for artists like me because then someone can make an ai art with say, loish’s artstyle and then accuse them of making lewd art/etc, i really hope that won’t happen but with how scarily good ai is now, it probably would happen. and that’s awful because if tumblr is selling data (especially from small artists!) to openai, that means that smaller artists will have a good chance of quitting due to how many ai versions of their art will be out. and that sucks because the main fandom i make art for (btd6) is a small community and the artists rock, so please everyone, especially the artists. PLEASE, use anti ai softwares like glaze for your works so that the ai will be screwed. and LET’S BOYCOTT TUMBLR!🙌🙌

Between the Ruins and Memories 🌊🏚️

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On the shores of Gaza, where the horizon stretched endlessly, Khalil lived a life that seemed stable and secure. From his house overlooking the sea, he could hear the sound of crashing waves harmonizing with the sounds of the life he built through hard work and years of effort. 🏠💔 His studies in university as a sound engineer were a gateway to a promising future; his work in renting out large sound equipment used for parties and major events was his source of income, and the residential building he inherited from his father housed many families, ensuring a decent life for his own. 🎶🎤

But, in a single moment, everything changed. 🌪️

Complete Destruction 🏚️💥

The war came like a storm, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake. The home that was considered a refuge for the family turned into rubble. The sound equipment that once spread joy throughout the city was silenced forever under the debris. The residential building, which was a continuous source of income, collapsed as if it had never existed.

Today, Khalil, along with his wife Omnia and their children Nasser, Adam, and Bara’a, live in a small tent in the southern sector, where there is no safety or stability. ⛺🔥 The tent offers no protection from the scorching heat of the day or the biting cold of the night. Hunger and thirst have become constant guests at their empty table, and the children’s eyes search their father’s face for answers: “When will we go back home?” 🥺🍽️ But the home is no longer there.

Growing Despair 😔💔

Each passing day becomes harder than the last. Khalil feels the weight of responsibility crushing him, yet he has nothing to offer his family. Hunger gnaws at their health, and fear eats away at their souls. How can he tell his children that the life they knew is gone forever? How can he face their looks when they ask him about food, and he has little to give?

Omnia, his wife, stands beside him in this bitter struggle, but she, too, suffers in silence. She tries her best to soothe the children and reassure them, but deep down, she knows the future is uncertain and frightening. 👩‍👧‍👦🕊️