This A Much Bigger Problem Because It Happens To Current Events. You Can't Fandomize Countries And Conflicts

לכל האנשים שאומרים שמות של חיות בר, קחו את הדירוג של כמה אני רואה חיות בר:

1. שועלים. שומעים אותם כל לילה, רואים אותם מדי פעם

2. דורבנים. אין הרבה ליד הבית שלי, אבל אני עדיין רואה אותם די הרבה במקומות אחרים

3. קיפודים. היה לי אחד בגינה פעם

4. תנים. מדי פעם. שומעים יותר, רואים פחות

5. חזירי בר. ראיתי אותם פעמיים

6. צבוע. לא ראיתי אף פעם אבל אח שלי ראה

מישהו זוכר את הפוסט על ארבעת האלמנטים? ואחד מהם היה חזירי בר? רבלגתי אותו בזמנו אבל אני לא מוצאת אותו. אני אמרתי שיש חזירי בר בירושלים ולא האמינו לי. אז עכשיו ראיתי חזיר בר בירושלים ואפילו יש לי הוכחה מצולמת:

לכל החיפאים שאומרים שרק להם יש חזירי בר ולא מאמינים: בבקשה

Just enjoy it?? Have a tiny kid climb on you. Let them control your actions like a robot. Help them jump and play games with them and laugh with them and talk politics with your baby cousin. It's fun. Alternatively, embrace being an adult. Talk about adult stuff. Find out your mom used to throw her little brother in the trash. Find out that your uncle knows German??? How? Learn about old stuff like. Talk to your grandma about why she became a mother at 21. Talk to your aunt about her kids education. You can enjoy all of it! You also might learn some weird stuff

reblog if you're the single teen at family functions so you just stand in the corner watching the kids play and the adults talk

Just went to Yad Vashem. I think all of tumbler needs to go there.

קבעו לי מבחן במתמטיקה על פורים. על היום של התחפושות והעדלאידע וכל זה. בשישי! אין לי בכלל בית ספר בשישי! אם אתם רואים בעיתון שמורה למתמטיקה נרצחה, אתם לא יודעים כלום

When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.

And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.

I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.

I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anyway.

And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.

Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?

I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could knit me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.

So my mom found the next best thing.

The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.

And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.

...

Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?

A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.

She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.

And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.

לכל מעריצי הפסטה צדפים קטנים, היא חזרה למדפים! קניתי סטוק למקרה שהיא לא תשאר להרבה זמן

Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Meatball menu? That's horrible. I love it

It is insane to me that timestamps are optional on this webbed site. A major context clue is just opt in so I’ll reblog something from four years ago and people think it’s happening right just now like babe. Enable your timestamps. Why are you stumbling through the world with one eye closed?

Every time I see muse I think about my friend who did artwork with period blood. And my other friend worked with mixed media and cut herself on a shard of glass she was adding to a canvas, and then had drops of blood all over that part of the canvas. She ment to add fake blood anyways (and she did on top of it). And like dude you can steal women's menstrual cups and use that blood. Or like out of date donated blood. Or animal's blood. No need to kill people. Talk about an overkill

So close! That's actually called antisemitism BECAUSE it is antisemitic. And so are you.

Saying a people don't have a right to have their own country is racist. Comparing the biggest trauma in Jewish history to something else/using it against jews is antisemitic.

Claiming Israel is an "ethnostate on stolen land' is just wrong. Jews are an ethnicity, but non Jews also live in Israel. About 20% of Israeli people are Arabs. Also, Jew is an ethnicity. Where does this ethnicity come from? The land of Israel, so it isn't stolen.

So yeah. Canada for writing a law against antisemitism, you are just antisemitic