Draw More Lootbug Please :)

(taken from @/sarahofmagdalene on instagram.)

A NOTE TO THOSE WHO MAY BE PARTICIPATING IN PRO PALESTINE ACTIONS IN VANCOUVER.

Please, even if you don’t live in Vancouver, reblog to spread awareness. The canadian media isn’t covering the protests, let alone the hostility protesters face, so we can only rely on each other to get news like this around!

A new world is possible, my friends. Le Guin famously said: “The profit motive is often in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable; so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings.”

We WILL free Palestine

PC nerds of Tumblr help please

For like 3 years I've been saving up to get a PC because right now I play modded Minecraft on like a 2018 HP laptop at like 16 frames and that sucks and I don't like that

I'm only now close to getting to the 1,150 (not including tax cause fuck tax) of the Starforge system pre built Horizon II which I've had my eye on for like a year or so

I know in this industry new stuff gets made for fuck all reasons and computer jargon makes no sense to me.

So...if someone knows a pre built (because I don't trust myself to build one) with the same price range of like 1,150 and not that much more that's better thank the Horizon II please tell me 😭 I just wanna play games with my friends and not lag out

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Don't drink the koolaid. While the hundreds of thousands of reservists out of work would and has impacted the economy, it's not solely or even largely responsible for Israel's economy shrinking by 20%

Let's give credit to

Yemen's blockade

Hezbollah and the Palestinian resistance displacing hundreds of thousands of settlers

The Iraqi resistance targeting Haifa and other ports

Even the global BDS movement

The IDF is withdrawing its reserve forces because it can't defeat the Palestinian resistance just like everybody predicted before the ground invasion.

Image Description: This is a tweet by @missfalsteenia on X. The tweet reads: "Why are they bombing us??"

"They told us this was a safe zone!"

"They told us to come here, so why are they bombing us!?"

This woman just like many Gazans went to seek safety in Rafah but Israel is carpet bombing it as we speak.

Below the tweet is a video of the Palestinian woman the tweet was quoting.

I heard we're doing transition timelines, well these are just over 4 years apart.

alright. as jello girl I am gonna...uhhhh. put red hood in red jello cause if my goal is to kill them putting him in red means he's probably less likely to be spotted if I have a bunch of giant jellos.

yo wait can my rouge fit have like jello chunks in my hair like those cosplayers that have way to much shit in their hair

More Ekko and Isha please. I would like, more dad Ekko and mama Jinx please uhm.

🤠 please

The responses I get from people learning my roomate is a catboy can be narrowed down to three things: a weird pervy look, concern, and not really caring.

Of course, these would make sense if he was a normal catboy, like a munchkin or a Ragdoll, a tuxedo or black cat even.

But of course, he isn't.

A loud crash echoes through the apartment, I sigh deeply through my nose and sit up from my bed, checking the clock as I move out my room.

3:30 am. Eli's favorite time to pull some bullshit and an get us more complaints from our neighbors. I open my door and look into the dark apartment living room and kitchen, a single sweep of my eyes I find bright yellow ones staring at me from the kitchen counter. "Eli." I say slowly "get off the counter."

A slow blink in response. I can tell he's moving his arm to something else on the counter.

"Eli." I say again "Eli no." his eyes flick from the object I can't see and me. And then he hold my gaze and I know what's about to come. Another crash. I flinch at the noise before groaning loudly. The noise getting the expected response: Eli losing his shit and falling off the counter and running into his room to likely have his freakout before he comes out again and starts acting like the very species he was. I sigh and flick the kitchen light on, rubbing my nose at the sight of two broken plates on the ground, "Your paying for this!" I shout at my roommates dorm, receiving little snickers as a response before it was followed by the sound of sheets moving.

We both knew he wasn't going to pay, and we'd just be down for few months before I'd forget and buy more plates. "Orange cats." I sigh as I grab the broom, "Menaces."

The Good News: Your new roommate is a cute catboy. The Bad News: He’s an orange tabby.