The Thing Is They Really Do Let You Hit Because You're Goofy.

Did you know that leeches were once used to predict storms? Well, a tornado warning just dropped and my squad is climbing

adore how fascinated the masses are of lighting this procedure, i am amongst the masses here awed by humankinds idea of repairing living creatures, it always come to us, testin the limitations of what can fly back into the midst of the atmosphere is just one astoundin factor whether we’re fidgeging with a butterfly wing or a bird’s test peoples workin materials

living to dead, inanimate redeemed what gifts are given getting passed down, not wasted to these birds carrying on

it all takes time, shows how much more delicate these creatures anatomic arms are, though the bones themselves are not bein focused on here, the mending processes are not always so light even in regards to feathers, it is a relief many now have access to lighter materials as to not weigh down the birds flighty takeoffs

while slightly outdated from comin out of the high middle ages, frederick II’s “the art of falconry” ❨orig: de arte venandi cum avibus❩ is one interesting long read for anyone looking to gain more insight into how falconry care was handled within a span of roman times, hell, this the man took over thirty years to complete the work, dedication of eons from a falconer for such observations shared

nah partner damn straight, species of mankind are literally so obsessed with this bred to immortal mentality, phalanges plowing the web trufflin for ‘the oldest cat alive’ or other animal, amassed mentality prescription like that scene straight outta arcane, yappin bout the mutation must survive, meanwhile tommy’s purebred pug is being charged with cardiovascular crimes beyond what should exist in this age yet that herding dog chasing those flocks is where the line is drawn

I'm still sick and my internet connection here is too bad for me to connect to my Minecraft server, so following my curiosity from the weird scam dog rescue, I have been going through animal-related tags on Instagram and finding a million of "farmed animal sanctuaries"

From one point of view, it's cool that there are places where animals that fall upon bad luck can be sold to have their health needs paid for and live out the rest of their lives.

But from the other point of view, it's infuriating that annoying rich people have started buying land, farm equipment, and animals so they can create a """farm""" that doesn't provide for their needs or any other person's needs, and post pictures of it to Instagram with captions about how cruel farming is and how evil it is to profit off of animals.

These folks buy animals at livestock auctions that require thousands of dollars to pay for their vet expenses, all the while ranting about how evil farmers are for selling the animals

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

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Donate to Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR, organized by Ahmed Alshawish

Dear Humanity, I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my… Ahmed Alshawish needs your support for Emergency: Help Evacuate My Fa

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

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Donate to Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR, organized by Ahmed Alshawish

Dear Humanity, I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my… Ahmed Alshawish needs your support for Emergency: Help Evacuate My Fa

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

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Pokémon Human Character Tournament: THE FINAL SHOWDOWN

i went on a deepdive after one video of an item soundin like a jazz solo — desperation, this glorious metronome of videos has now fueled my mind for the better or worse