Messaging People For The First Time Is So Hard. What Am I Supposed To Say? Like, "You Seem Really Odd

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

Spoke to a gen z person the other night and apparently the young folks don't know about the very legal sites from which you can access public domain media (including Dracula, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and other Victorian gothic horror stories)?

Like this young person didn't even know about goddamn Gutenberg which is a SHAME. I linked to it and they went "aw yiss time to do a theft" and I was like "I mean yo ho ho and all that, sure, but. you know gutenberg is entirely legal, right?"

Anyway I'm gonna put this in a few Choice Tags (sorry dracula fans I DID mention it though so it's fair game) and then put some Cool Links in a reblog so this post will still show UP in said tags lmao.

birthday coming soon….

what should i do

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Hello, my name is Hadeel Abu Jiab, mother of a three-year-old girl. We were living in a beautiful house full of happiness until this war of extermination came. The house was stormed by enemy forces, my husband was killed in front of our daughter, and I was threatened with rape. Then my daughter and I were forcibly displaced to the south after she was exposed to a shock that affected her terribly. She could no longer speak or move and urinated on herself. Then I heard the news of the bombing of our house a few days after I was displaced to the south (I was trembling with fear and was prevented from taking anything with me). Our house, car, and life were destroyed. I became a widow at the age of 26.

My father-in-law and my husband's sister were martyred, and we lost our source of income. We were displaced from one place to another more than once. I suffered from severe malnutrition due to the lack of bread. I went to my father's house. After a few days, the house was bombed and my middle brother's wife and his wife were martyred, as well as my older brother's wife and their orphaned children, Samira and Najwa. My mother was injured. My father was martyred and we had no shelter left, and I had no choice but to take care of my orphaned nieces because they had no one left but me. However, I had no source of income since the beginning of the war to provide for their needs. I did not have a warm bed or even clothes to protect the young children from the cold of winter. It was December, and everything became difficult without medical care for my mother, food, water, or shelter. We were displaced many times from the north to the south, from the south to the center, and from schools to tents, all of which were worse than each other. We were displaced 14 times and ended up in that damned tent in Khan Yunis that was eating away at our bodies from the severity of the cold. My children did not have warm clothes to relieve the bitter cold. Suddenly, we saw death with our own eyes from the occupation tanks, so we were forced to move again to Rafah. Despite the difficulty of displacement, it was very expensive, in addition to the insane rise in the prices of all goods. We had no source of income, which made my children suffer from severe malnutrition. Then in May we were forced to leave Khan Younis and go to a shelter school in Nuseirat where we lived with several families in one classroom and suddenly the school was bombed and special forces entered and killed hundreds of children in front of us and we escaped certain death so we were forced to move to a tent in the sea area in Az-Zawaida where the sun's rays began to burn our skin and melt our bodies and my children suffered from skin diseases and amoebiasis due to the scarcity of water and the difficulty of bringing and carrying it from long distances under the scorching sun and here we are suffering daily inside this hateful tent that does not protect from the heat of the sun or the cold of winter and I ask you to help me save my children by evacuating them out of Gaza before it is too late.

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

So i’m just watching youtube, trying to chill out and whenever, when I get a Lego Movie 2 Ad for a video I was watching

do you see that timestamp at the bottom? Yeah, this is apparently 5 hours long.

And at first I was wondering, well is it the entire movie? No…this entire ad is for their newest “everything is awesome” type song. It is called “this song is gonna get stuck inside your head” and I am pretty goddamn sure it is going to repeat that one line over and over until my brain melts

So I am going to see if they really are playing it for 5 hours