#this message

[lydia-too-late]

Grace doesn’t go into the basement often. For one thing, it is poorly lit. For another, she can never be sure quite how many flights of stairs it’ll take to reach the bottom. At times, only one. Others, four or five. Once, she counted ten, gave up, and retraced her steps back to the main floor of the townhouse.

(“Foster, darling,” she asked, “How far is it supposed to be to the basement?” His sleepy eyes dragged up from his food, and he shrugged, face unchanged.)

Tonight: two only. How curious it is, she thinks, in the sense that it isn’t curious at all. Earthen floor, a few stray cardboard boxes, a mildewed trunk, and an ancient tube television abandoned in the middle of the space, its fraying cord still laying dead-snake limp in the dirt, prongs bared like inert fangs.

Grace sighs to see it. Taps the screen with her boot, holds her hands on her hips.

“C’mon,” she sighs. “Tell me about the sky burial. Tell me about the tower.”

Nothing.

Grace is more nervous than she appears. Perhaps she should not expect answers from the television; after all, it’s been quiet for so long now. Perhaps she should try to find Madame Sosostris again, and have her explain the cards: the tower, the moon, the priestess. Or was it the emperor? (It was not. It was actually the drowned Phoenician Sailor, the Belladonna, the man with three staves, the Wheel, and the one-eyed merchant, but don’t tell Grace that. They weren’t real cards.)

So many things have been strange lately.

What she thought was Tennessee turns out to be California. The moonflower in the backyard is, to her surprise, actually bougainvillea. The clear winter sky, only days ago thick with snow, is now a muted summer haze, pink with the glow of far-off wildfires.

"What shall we ever do?"

Grace sighs again, turns, and retreats back up the stairs. (We stay.) Somewhere in the distance, a door clicks closed, leaving the basement to itself.

Slowly, the television screen illuminates in flat black and white, a picture of a tower, upside down, accompanied by the sound of wind through dry grass. (That's it. That's all you get.)

#Grace #Foster #THIS MESSAGE #The Wasteland #Hole House #writing

[pastelwitchling]

I started reading The Wolf King today and I had to message to let you know that I absolutely love it!! I honestly can’t stop reading it!! Every time I think ‘just one more chapter’ but then I NEED to know what’s going to happen! The storyline is really intricate and interesting, I’m so curious about all the characters and their motivations.. I just honestly love it and wanted to tell you that I think it’s amazing. Thank you so much for sharing it! I am up to chapter 33 and I know I won’t be able to sleep until I’m finished… and I’m definitely going to read it again and I’ve already recommended it to some friends 🧡

It’s 5 in the morning. I went to sleep at midnight. My eyes are burning. But by the gods if your message didn’t just make me smile and feel like I can jump up to keep working right now. (I’ll realistically probably try to squeeze in another hour though.)

I can’t tell you what your words mean to me, just that this is the most wonderful message I’ve received in months. Thank you doesn’t feel enough, but thank you 🥹❤️‍🔥

I’m trying to get more stuff out to you guys today (a thank you for helping me get to 10k on TWK), and I can only hope it’s sufficient enough to show my gratitude 🙈🫠🎃👻❤️

#happy October y’all #*things* are coming #just made me whole week #this message #ask rin #the wolf king

[shining-sphinx]

So I got into dungeon meshi and i’ve been telling everyone who I talk to. I love everything about the world, characters, the art, etc.

BUT

People are not kidding when they say that senshi will manifest in your head to tell you to eat better. Like I have a hard time remembering to eat but my brain would be like “you haven’t eaten in some hours, you need a meal” and I would be like you’re very right internal senshi I’m gonna see what I can make. Then I make food??? Honestly Gods sent senshi for helping so many people eat better

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #senshi #I feel like all the people are eating better because of senshi is very indicative of the main message of dungeon meshi #senshi of izganda #I made bread today it was nice

[cadmium-free]

terribly charmed by my sibling sending me a voice message that just said “i just always take ibuprofen at the wrong time. i had a headache all afternoon, from three to eight pm and then i took an ibuprofen half an hour before the headache went away! i could have just saved an ibuprofen!”

#text #edited to actually transcribe the message because it's so much funnier than what i wrote #notifications are muted

[ruushes]

had some very specific things i wanted to work on this weekend and got possessed by the specter of undercut lae'zel instead 🤦

#lae'zel #bg3 #my art #if you have a message in my inbox. im sorry #in the future if i ever say im going to draw something in response to an ask please deploy the spray bottle

[teathattast]

#text message memes #funny texts #cats #cat memes #funny cats #funny cat memes

[savagegood]

“Did you see the way that little girl looked at me? Kids. Little kids. They grow up believing that they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different. And I’m the monster? I don’t know what’s scarier. The fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart or that sometimes I just wanna let ‘em.” “We have to get you out of here. Over the wall. We won’t stop until we find some place safe, okay? We’ll go. Together. No matter what we do, we can’t change the way people see us.” “You changed the way you see me... Didn’t you?

NIMONA (2023), based on the comic by ND Stevenson, who came out as transgender in 2022

#please watch it #it's beautiful... from the animation to the message and the way it crystallises anxieties struggling with gender and the prejudices faced #such a lovely healing watch and i'm glad it's out there #nimona #nimonaedit #nd stevenson #nimona spoilers #comics #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #nonbinary #riz ahmed #chloe grace moretz #long post #ballister blackheart #genderfluid #*op

[pierog]

#i want a girl version of grindr more than anything #why dont we do messages like this #HSHDH #this is an opening msg my flatmate received #grindr #lgbt #gay #elden ring #soulsborne

[aueua]

Hey how are you ✨ [USERNAME]... my ոame is 💛 [NAME] 🍓 I'm [ADVERB] 💙 [ADJECTIVE] 💜 right now 🥵 and I'm hoping💋 yoս to [VERB OF FUN]😚 [HYPERLINK] 💦 please be 💚fast 🌸 I'm 😳 waitiոg😏 you here 🔥

#[.txt] #what's with the bot messages these months 😓 #caps #e: they got worse they won't even give us emojis

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire #'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem #the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted #also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out #so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my #notifs page cleanish lol #also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3 #secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because #of investors bankrolling everything #and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest #however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point #once again. so many murder dollars #so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction #anyways . love yall 💕 #origibberish #bigger gibbers

[villainanders]

When beloved mutuals are like oh no tumblr might be going down add me on discord! like okay I love you I’m kissing you on the mouth I’ll die without your little posts but am I going to message you? are you going to message me? we all know this is not going to happen.we r open pasture creatures we both need a place to post freely

#that said beloved mutuals should message me here or on discord whenever I’m just shy I’m not gonna do it first 🫣

[esyra]

After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.

Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.

Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.

By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.

When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.

Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.

Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky—she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.

Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive—I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.

For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.

Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.

That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years—get used to it!

So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.

People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.

Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."

They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.

Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #may allah protect them #may almighty allah see our pain #hopefully she'll message me tomorrow

[ut-butfrommydarktwistedmind]

HELLO

#CAN YOU HEAR #THIS MESSAGE #?

[gael-garcia]

They Do Not Exist (1974) by Mustafa Abu Ali (watch)

from PalestineCinema.com:

Salvaged from the ruins of Beirut after 1982, Abu Ali's early film has only recently been made available. Shooting under extraordinary conditions, the director, who worked with Godard on his Ici et Ailleurs (Here and Elsewhere), and founded the PLO's film division, covers conditions in Lebanon's refugee camps, the effects of Israeli bombardments, and the lives of guerrillas in training camps. They Do Not Exist is a stylistically unique work which demonstrates the intersection between the political and the aesthetic. Now recognised as a cornerstone in the development of Palestinian cinema, the film only received its Palestine premiere in 2003, when a group of Palestinian artists "smuggled" the director to a makeshift cinema in his hometown of Jerusalem (into which Israel bars his entry). Abu Ali, who saw his film for the first time in 20 years at this clandestine event noted: "We used to say 'Art for the Struggle', now it's 'Struggle for the Art'"

#mustafa abu ali #they do not exist #they do not exist 1974 #for the missing subs pls message me for the link. just got the yt version and the subs to sync! #palestinian cinema #documentary #screencaps #global struggle #resistance #palestine #jean luc godard #post #history

[narcissistcookbook]

the water fountain in the 24h gym displays light-hearted little messages when you use it. "use me to stay refreshed!", "impress yourself!", that kind of thing

tonight, at 3am, while I was completely alone in the gym, it gave me a message i haven't seen before

"dare you to turn around and smile at the person behind you :)"

#nope #i tried to take a photo but the message only shows for about five seconds

[unti567]

Love your art so much!!! Always happy to see your post :)

OMG thank you so much ♡♡♡！！！

#MY SORRY ASS TOOK SO LONG TO REALISE #THIS MESSAGE #SORRY AND THANK YOU