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ukraineblr · 2 days
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eelo · 10 months
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nesyanast · 3 months
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The State Department just published a 51 page report detailing over a century's worth of Russia's exploitation of antisemitism as a tactic to spread disinformation and propaganda
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jensweller · 6 months
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This is Avdiivka, Donetsk region, in October 2023.
Pre-war population: 32,000. Residents remaining now: ~1,000.
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russia is a terrorist state.
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charlesoberonn · 4 months
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Fascist and pro-Putin propagandists Tucker Carlson and Elon Musk are trying to exploit the fact there're no good English sources on Gonzalo Lira to pass off their narrative that he's some brave dissident persecuted by a cruel tyrannical Zelensky.
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Gonzalo Lira isn't a journalist. He's a YouTuber. He wasn't arrested for criticizing the Zelensky government (he's been doing it for years), he was arrested on suspicion of collusion with the Russian government.
The fact he's been spreading pro-Russia propaganda and disinformation since the before the war, appeared on Russian state-owned networks, and has a Russian official pleading on his behalf, makes me suspect the same thing.
As for the torture, that is just a straight up fabrication. No source for it whatsoever.
I know the Ukraine war has been bumped off the radar of a lot of people by newer flashier conflicts, but it's still extremely important to support Ukraine and the Ukrainian people against Putin's invasion and his many cronies like Tucker and Elon.
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ftgrfk-blog · 2 months
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24.02.2022
Mariupol
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eyeswithnohope · 2 months
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730 days...
To be honest, I can't believe it. It's already 10 years of war and 730 days of full-scale invasion.
I have not much to say, 'cause this war turned my life and the lives of other Ukrainians into a completely new reality. I am not sure I would ever "heal" from this all. Is it even possible?
Today, 24 February 2024... I wanna say thank you to the people who still support us in any way possible.
I wanna say thank you, to Ukrainians, who are dealing with it, doing all possible. I wanna say thank you to our defenders.
And... Please, if you have a possibility, light up the candle in memory of the ones, who won't ever meet new day. In memory of our civilians and heroes.
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call-me-maggie13 · 1 year
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My late 40s to early 50s boss just asked what’s wrong with 18-25 year olds these days
And as a 21 year old all I could think was
The world has been on fire since we were born and we’ve been told the adults are putting it out and now we’re old enough to realize they’ve been pouring kerosene on the flames instead of water.
Before my first birthday, 9/11 happened and the world wouldn’t let us forget it. When I was 6 years old, on September 11th, my teacher sat us down in front of a tv and showed us footage of 9/11 and then told us we weren’t allowed to cry. She said that it was real and those were real people jumping from the building because jumping was a faster death than burning.
When I was 7 years old, the economy collapsed and my family went from lower middle class to poverty, we went from healthy home cooked meals every night to mac and cheese and beans for weeks in a row. We started skipping holidays because mom and dad couldn’t keep the lights on and buy us new toys. We started wearing clothes and shoes until they fell apart.
When I was 11 years old, Sandy Hook was attacked by a grown man with a gun and 26 children and teachers were brutally murdered. My teachers never looked at us the same and I haven’t felt safe in a school since. After that, once a month we would have active shooter drills and we were taught to fight and cause as much damage as possible if an armed man entered our classroom because it gave other classes a few extra seconds to escape, it gave our siblings a few extra breaths of safety. We were taught to cover ourselves in other students blood and play dead if we weren’t hit, we were taught that we weren’t safe and we wouldn’t be safe as long as we were in school.
When I was 15 years old, my high school art teacher locked us in the classroom and told us if we heard gunshots we should line the desks up lengthwise so that they reached the other wall because that would be harder to break through than a barricade. She told us that she knew about the threats and she wouldn’t judge any of us that wanted to leave. She told us to get our siblings and stay in the buildings as long as possible, to duck in between the cars so we couldn’t be seen until we got to ours. She told us about the trail behind the auto shop that was lined with trees and led off campus. I got my brother and his friends and we left, we spent the day sitting on the floor in my living room waiting for a phone call that the people we left behind were dying.
Two weeks later, one of my friends dragged me out of a football game and forced me to go home with him. He grabbed my brothers and my best friend and forced the six of us into a two seater car before he would tell us anything. His mom worked for the school board and had told him the police found an active bomb under the bleachers in the student section, and they weren’t informing anyone because they didn’t want to incite panic.
When I was 16 years old, ISIS set off a bomb at a pop concert in Britain and killed 22 people, injuring at least 100 more. The next day at school, our teachers went over how to stay safe if we ever experienced something like that. They told us the most important thing to remember was to not remove any shrapnel because it could be keeping us from bleeding out, they said it was more important to get yourself out safely before you worried about anyone else.
When I was 18 years old, my teachers stopped teaching and put the news up on the projector and we watched as the Notre-Dame burned. The boy I had sat next to since second grade spent the entire day trying to call his sister who was studying abroad in Paris, I watched this kid I had never even seen frown fall apart in English because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was okay.
Six months later, my history teacher put the news on the projector again for another fire. This time, we watched as an entire continent burned for three months. We watched their sky turned orange from the smoke and their wildlife drowned in pools because they were trying to escape the heat.
When I was 19 years old, the whole world shut down because of a global pandemic. I didn’t meet a single new person for eight months, despite the fact that I had just moved across the country. I watched as people didn’t wear masks and spread it to everyone around them, I was so scared when I went back to my room every night because my roommate was immunocompromised and I was terrified I would give her Covid and kill her.
Just two months later, I watched a video of a black man being murdered by police officers. I watched the world around me explode after George Floyd’s death, people destroying businesses and police stations. I watched some of my friends realize police officers didn’t exist to keep them safe, they existed to keep the people in power in power. I learned that some of the people I had grown up with would rather watch a black man die than admit that maybe, maybe, the system was broken.
When I was 20 years old, I went to the mall with a friend to buy a birthday present and I was pulled to the ground by a twelve-year-old girl after gunshots went off in the mall. I held this child’s hands as she cried for two hours until we were evacuated by police, and then I waited with her outside and helped her look for her mom. I gave her my phone to call her mom and I watched as she called the number over and over and never got a reply. I waited with her until a police officer took her to the station to try to find out more information about the girl’s mom, I hugged this girl I had never seen before and I wished her the best. I never found out what happened to her or her mom, it keeps me up at night sometimes worrying that this little girl was orphaned.
When I was 21 years old, I started working at a daycare and exactly a week later, Uvalde happened and I found myself crying because my students are the same age those kids were. When they came in after school the next day, one of them had asked me if I had heard about Uvalde and I told her I had, I asked her if she was scared of going to school because of it. Her reply broke my heart. “We practice for it every week so that when it happens to us, we know what to do. I’m just worried that the shooter is going to start in my baby sister’s classroom and not mine.” I listened as other students with younger siblings agreed with her, one of them saying “I would take fifty bullets, if I had to to keep my little brother safe.”
Early this year, I watched Russia launched bombs into Ukraine, blowing up churches and schools and hospitals and apartment buildings. I watched as the estimated death count rose from the hundreds to the thousands to the tens of thousands. I watched men send their wives and children to bordering countries for refuge while they stayed behind to fight, knowing they would probably never see each other again.
Just four months ago, I watched as my right to medical privacy got taken away. I watched my old roommate fall apart because she was denied the right to have her dead fetus removed from her body for almost two days, I worried every time I looked away from her that the next time I saw her would be in a casket. I watched as the women around me realized the military-grade weapons that had torn children in classrooms apart were protected by the government but our bodies weren’t.
There is nothing “wrong” with my generation, we’ve experienced all these things as children and were expected to respond with patriotism for a country that continuously sacrificed their children for the “right” to military-grade weapons, that took away my freedom of choice. We are tired, we were told the world was a wonderful place then shown, at every step, how the world was a place of destruction and pain. And we are angry. We are angry because no one but us seems to be trying to fix anything. And we are scared. We are scared because our children, our nieces and nephews, our cousins and our friends children are growing up in a world that won’t protect them.
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ukraineblr · 2 months
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We already see it how the nation of heroes is being demonized by propaganda as more and more people are falling for it. It hurts in a way that we, Ukrainians, can't even explain.
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pretordh · 3 months
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diocletianscabbagefarm · 10 months
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Something really bizarre is happening right now; there's been friction between the Russian Ministry of Defence and Prigozhin (head of Wagner PMC) for months now, with Prigozhin regularly releasing video tirades blaming people high up in the ministry - pretty much everybody except Putin himself - about how they're fucking up the war, or needlessly endangering Wagner forces, etc. Today he released a video about how the ones responsible for the war had been looting Donbass since 2014 and that the states casus belli for the current invasion is a bunch of lies.
Anyway, just a little while ago Prigozhin accused the ministry of striking a Wagner training camp with missiles and released another recording basically declaring war on the ministry in fairly unambiguous terms in what almost sounds like he's announcing a coup attempt
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wistfulpoltergeist · 2 months
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I'm alive for two years of this war now, thanks to Armed Forces of Ukraine. Thanks to everyone who joined, helped, and supported my country. I know we will win, but there's a lot of weird and terrifying sh*t ahead. Who knows, I may not get through it alive at the end, but if I will... Damn. That would be awesome.
Тримаймося, мої любі котики. Знаєте, мені якось ще в 2014 наснився сон про те, як війна скінчилася. Як ми всі поверталися додому. Ми були дітьми, що воювали проти велетня. Але ми перемогли. А велетеня розчленували. Лишилася тільки голова, яка мала страждати 100 років. Дивний то був сон. Та тепер я знаю про що він.
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jensweller · 1 month
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If you haven't watched the documentary 20 Days in Mariupol, I'll share some of the footage from it with you.
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The doctors continued to work for weeks despite the fact that they lacked medicines, water and electricity.
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Residents of the city had no food, water or electricity, and cooked on fires in the street.
This wasn't shown in the film, but people in Mariupol could eat animals, such as pigeons, because of the lack of food, and also shared 1 glass of water among a large number of people because there was no other water.
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No one called on russia and no one wants to be with russia.
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A mass grave.
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russians shelled the maternity hospital.
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russians shelled people and residential buildings with tanks.
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💔 source [here]
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ftgrfk-blog · 2 months
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Kharkiv.
This night, russian kamikazes drones hit the gas station - as a result of this hit, burning fuel spilled, and private residential buildings caught fire. The area of the fire is 3,700 square meters.
The emergency services managed to contain the fire in the residential quarter, saving 25 houses and more than 50 residents from the spread of the fire. However, more than a dozen households burned to the ground.
In one of the private houses, the bodies of 5 people were found, including 3 children: 7, 4 years old and a 6-month-old baby.
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vermutandherring · 19 days
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Ukrainian Gamer Ultimate Starter pack
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Add your must-haves, fellas 🥰
Боже як я хочу спати і не померти водночас.
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