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I’m flooding the rw ecosystem with micro plastic & fpas. You can’t tel me there isn’t a shit ton of forever chemicals in there. Imagine all the sludge an iterator would expel in their rain
vulture doodles. they are my favourite rain world fauna probably
is this something you've experienced
Imagine being at your workplace, doing your things and tasks and minding your own business, and then somebody you've never talked to, and whose name you barely know, walks up to you seeming deeply irritated, and tells you "I know you're dying to know and I know you were never going to ask - and I just want you to know that I'm grateful of it, I respect you for that - but we both know that it's going to bug both of us forever if I don't tell you, but the answer is 'yes'. It is like you thought."
And then just turns around and walks off and never speaks to you again.
No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.
My family needs urgent help.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.
We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.
#crisis #humanrights #emergency #donate #pleasehelp #tumblrcommunity #survivestories #reblogtohelp #signalboost
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
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i think the watcher dlc definitely has its issues, but. oh my god. that final area. that beautiful, beautiful final area.
(major rain world: the watcher spoilers below the cut, of course)
i am obsessed with the window room in ancient urban. its thrown me back to the time when i first played rain world, the first ascension, that scene, thinking about it over and over and over again. i can't stop.
i know theres people out there who have spent hundreds of hours on rain world. i know theyve dug into every nook and cranny, poking into everything that they can, and i havent done that. my experience with rain world has been pretty surface level, but even still.
i dont fully know how to describe it. but spending 80 hours of my life exploring the ruins of this great civilization, wandering through the stuff theyve left behind, catching only remnants of stories and the lives that they might have lived, was beautiful. it was empty. it was lonely. i walked through their ashes and listened to their stories, but it was all after everything. they're all gone, and they've been gone for a long, long time. and they're never coming back.
but then you walk into a room, and you see them.
shadows beyond a window, faint voices, but you see them. they're right there, walking past, and their shadows loom and rush by and they're alive, they're alive, so blessedly alive, and you're nothing but a rat again, something wandering through their walls, and none of them know you but you know them, you've wandered through their ruins and heard their voices in their creations, and you know them, and now you actually get to see them and they're alive and i just
i want to cry. every single time i think about that room, i want to cry.
you see how different they all are, in their shadows. their voices are different from how you expected, but-- they sound exactly like the iterators do. of course they do. of course their children speak the same way as them.
they're there. and you know what's going to happen to them, you know what they're going to do, what they have done, and you know exactly how this is all going to turn out, but for a few, blessed moments, theyre alive. theyre alive again.
i just kept whispering to myself, staring. theyre alive. theyre alive. theyre alive.
i stood in that room for a long time.
Get it out
me: i wanna talk about my ocs
someone: ok tell me about your ocs
me, suddenly convinced that every single thing about my ocs is stupid and cringy and probably offensive: i. have them
Contrapposto pose study with AJ.
I think on the broader scale of things, Spinning Top represents everything that the ancients left behind. The echoes we meet that didn't have a particular attachment to the area we find them in usually talk about selfish things like their status, the things they owned, or how much they mattered - or in the case of Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets, how little everything else mattered in comparison. There was some grandiose idea of legacy, as evident by the iterators being a "great gift" to the lesser lifeforms, or the fact that they left behind their literal memories in the form of data pearls. Who were the pearls for? They were for the people who left them behind, who wished, even if subconsciously, for their lives to have had meaning. Spinning Top wasn't just left behind, but they were tormented by the idea that their life, or even their death, didn't have any meaning.
girls love the overgrown megastructure. girls want to live in the overgrown megastructure. girls want to build communities and societies in the overgrown megastructure
Fanart of my friend’s Iterator tower cuz it looks cool and I need to practice how to draw buildings properly so YAY! Hi @dvepalki
fucking idiot
