Kas. 1700 year old cryptid, 1 possum 2 raccoons in a trench coat. https://linktr.ee/jesterofcryptids
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"So you know how C is procedural, Haskell is functional, and Java is object-oriented? You may ask: 'what about Python?'
Well, Python is bullshit-oriented."
My friend, teaching me Python.
We are in the south... suffering from famine‼️, save us🙏
Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, specifically from Al-Mawasi in the south of the Strip...
We are suffering from famine, there is no food other than flour and its price is 300$... It is very expensive, we cannot afford it...
I struggle every day in crowded queues to get bread to feed my family.😞💔
Help me and donate to me to buy flour for my family and satisfy their hunger.🙏
I'm nothing without you. You are my last hope.🫂😞😭
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Link campaign ⬇️
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #290 )✅️
@heritageposts @gazavetters @palestin @palestine @gaza
Hello dear friends,
I have some good news and bad news.
The good news? The war will stop on Sunday and Rafah crossing will, finally, be opened. This is the moment we've all been waiting for.
The bad news? The real struggle starts now. My beloved brother, Jihad, is still in a bad need for medical treatment which isn't available in the obliterated Gaza. Our home has sustained severe damage and needs a lot of restoration.
In this time of uncertainty, your support is more essential than ever. Together, we can repair our home and help Jihad seek the medical care he urgently requires abroad.
I humbly ask you to continue donating and spreading the word. We truly need your kindness and generosity to navigate through this challenging time. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 🙏❤️
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #266 )✅️
🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸
Together, we can create a better tomorrow. 🌍❤️
i love auditing coding classes online (edx my beloved)
cant do graded assignments BUT i get all the notes and videos which gives me some free codes to practice also most assignments have a connected video
Hello, I am Awsam from Gaza🇵🇸. We are besieged from all sides by the daily bombs that may fall on our heads at any moment, the hunger that is almost killing us, the lack of necessary medicines for my sick mother, and also the severe cold and rain that is falling on us because our house was completely destroyed💔. So, please do not ignore my message and help me to save me and my family urgently.Your donation is our last resort for survival.
https://gofund.me/a919132a
guys if youre able to please donate!!!
im horrifically bad at remembering my moots no tags sors 😔
Design what your blog would look like if it was a person!
The picrew
I tag @red-skady @superchat @eviligo @maplepastry @nek0hime13 @bestgirlsyndrome @gentlesakura @games2girlsdotcom @deadlycoffee @bunny-stickers @starbitsun @888lvl @little-ikea-waldo @delanore-roosevelt @fefeps @imnevernice no pressure at all!!
If anyone else wants to join dont hesitate to reblog!!
... I am a father from Gaza, I write these words and my heart breaks with pain and heartbreak. My little baby cries day and night from the intensity of hunger, his innocent eyes looking at me as if they were helping, but I am helpless, my hands are empty, and my tears are all I have. We live in the shadow of a severe famine and merciless circumstances, neither food nor drink is enough for us, and every passing day weighs my burden even more. I appeal to you by God, and then with your humanity, to rend a helping hand to me. I just need $50 to buy milk for my baby who has been hungry for days and screaming nonstop because of hunger Don’t let us struggle with pain alone. Every moment that passes is a nightmare for my child who is only guilty that he was born in these circumstances
Guys please donate if you can 🙏
Hello, my name is Ahmad Al-Louh, and I am from Gaza. Before the war, I worked as a lawyer, dedicating my life to helping others, seeking justice, and defending the oppressed.
Today, I am no longer the lawyer who protects others; I am a father desperately trying to protect his children from the horrors of war.
My two little ones, Orhan and Helana, go to sleep every night to the sounds of bombs and missiles. All I wish for is to give them one more day of life. Just five dollars could be the difference between life and death for my small family.
My parents, my siblings, my wife, and my children all depend on me, and all I ask is for you to stand by me in this nightmare we are living.
Please, help spread my voice. Help me save my children and my family. I hope my message reaches your hearts.
IM VETTED HERE
Some rando: You should think about stopping your prescription
Me: My pills make me not want to die tho
They: You shouldn’t want to die, that’s not normal
Me: Yeah that’s why I’m taking my pills
okay junior year isnt going as shitty as I thougbt it would be???
I got:
- accepted into an volunteer program
- am an officer in a club
- passing both my APs
- preparing to apply for a writing workshop for summer
- submitted a story to the NYT contest
AND im consistently working out now????
pots flareups are so weird because wtf do you mean my heart is going sicko mode sfter walking 10 feet???
WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY HEART RATE IS RISING WHILE SITTING DOWN???
Father, I must inform you that spotify called me a "mallgoth rock-ish emo" because I listened to MCR a lot this year
It made me think of you.
Spotify called me “mallgoth rhythm games rock” . . .
tell me how my school gets out at 4:05pm but its 5:40pm and theres still another TWENTY MINUTES to get to my house im going insane
shout out to “gross” disabled people.
people who can’t shower/bathe people who can’t shave people who can’t wash their clothes people who need help going to the bathroom people who have nasty habits (biting nails, picking nose, etc) people who can’t brush their teeth people who can’t go to the doctor people who can’t clean their room people who can’t make their beds people who vomit a lot people who wet the bed people who constantly have diarrhea people who’s physical deformities are seen as repulsive
and every other kind of person I missed that deserves to be here too.
you are people, first and foremost. your thoughts deserve to be heard, discussed, acknowledged, no matter what. you are not lesser. you are just another person. you should never be ignored for what you can/can’t do. you deserve care.
to abled people: check yourself. make sure you listen. and you can reblog, just don’t derail. maybe don’t add on, either.
Burn your own CDs, mend your own clothes, rent all of the books and movies you can carry at the library. Feed the birds, don’t mow your lawn, grow your own food. Love openly and honestly, give yourself patience and time, feel the emotions that you want to feel. Let yourself live in the body you have without being told to change it. Be openly and unequivocally yourself, revolt against your government, challenge preconceived notions of what you should be.
if you didn’t realize, ableism is actually bigotry and systemic ableism and inaccessibility are really oppression and it’s not something disabled people brought on ourselves by having bodies&minds that you think are inferior and therefore not worth fighting for. disabled people’s lives and wellbeing matter. we don’t have to earn our worthiness by doing “enough” to deserve a good life. nobody does.
my mom banned me from the woods cause of coyotes 😔😔😔
is somebody going to match my freak (spending all day in the forest looking for bones)
welcome to the forest
do you wish to stay?
Hi! I'm Kas/K, and welcome to my own little pocket dimension :)
I use any/all pronouns and am a huge dyke
This is my main blog! So any likes/reblogs/follow will come from this account!
I dont have a set DNI but I will soft block/hard block as needed
Some of my interest are:
- Cryptids
- Cosplay
- Minecraft/Gaming
- LGBT history
- Animals (Specifically sharks & dogs)
- DC
- Spiderman (All variants)
- Writing
- Fashion
- Language (Currently learning German on my own, ASL when I can muster the energy, and French)
- Working out
My side blogs are:
@basicallyredrobin - DC fan blog
@urfluffyfemme - femme lesbian sideblog
ao3 turns 15 today
reblog if youre older than ao3
(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)
Oh yeah??? Well, guess what???
*evil boops u evil boops u evil boops u evil boops u* evil boops u*
got this beanie to match my sweatshirt ✨
Excellent. Now you just need booty shorts that say something insane on the butt in the same font. your power will be unimaginable.