finch standard time (fst)

bird marginalia

from the bible of borso d'este, illuminated by taddeo crivelli and others in ferrara (italy), 1455-61

This was our home… now it’s gone

We have collected $20,477raised of $40,000 !🇵🇸

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Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!

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save family lost their home ,dreams and everything in Gaza 💔💔

This is my home before the war and after the war how it became💔💔💔

Before: After:

Before the war, we lived a simple but happy life in Gaza. Our home in Shujaiya wasn’t big or luxurious, but it was filled with peace, love, and comfort. We had our own land — a small garden where we planted vegetables, a roof where we sat on warm evenings drinking tea, laughing as a family. Our kids went to school every day with joy, dreaming about their future. We had work. We had neighbors we trusted. We had routines, family dinners, birthdays, laughter. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. It was full of meaning.

The bombing started, and we had to flee our home during the first week of the war. We left everything behind — not knowing it would be the last time we would see our home standing. We first went to Rimal, hoping to be safer. That’s where we heard the news: our home, the place we built with love and hard work, was destroyed. Flattened. Just like that — gone. Everything we owned, everything we saved for, was buried under rubble.

After that, we kept running. From Rimal to Al-Zawaida. Then to Rafah. We’ve been displaced four times. Each time we carry less with us, but more pain. We sleep on floors. Sometimes there’s no roof. Sometimes we stay in tents. The nights are cold, the days are burning hot. There is no electricity, no clean water, no toilets, no privacy. We wait hours just to get a piece of bread. We lost our jobs, our income. We lost our safety, our dignity. We live in fear every day — fear of the next bomb, the next loss.

We used to dream of the future. Now, we just dream of surviving the next day.

We are the Anas family — like many families in Gaza — ordinary people who only wanted peace, a safe home, and a chance to live in dignity. But the war has taken everything from us: our home, our land, our jobs, our dreams, our stability… even our sleep.

It’s hard to write this. It's hard to ask for help. But we are desperate.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Even a small donation could mean we sleep under a real roof again. Could help us buy medicine, food, or clean water. Could bring back a little dignity to our lives. If you cannot donate, please share this story. You might reach someone who can.

This isn’t just a story. This is our life. And we’re still living through it.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

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Please, we are in dire need of you and your support. If you cannot donate, you can share☹️❤️🥹

Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!

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Bonus: Text boxless version!

FUTURE CENTURY DENIZENS! GUNDAM FIGHTERS! PEOPLE SITTING IN THE STANDS THAT GEORGE BLEW UP!

My friends and I have put together a little prompt challenge for the month of March to give us longsuffering G Fighter fans some inspiration for stories, art, and anything else, and keep the spirit of Fighting Communication alive, or something like that.

To play, roll 2d20 and you’ll get a character and a theme to include in a fanwork! This can be used for longer fics, drabbles or other short fics, art, or anything else. If you post anything on AO3, you can tag it with G Gundam March Get Madness!

Dear friends, In the past few days, I've been grappling with the trauma of the situation and trying to figure out what comes next after the ceasefire. After everything we've endured, I am finally able to return to the north of Gaza, where our homes once stood, now reduced to rubble. I’m reaching out to you because I need help. The cost of transporting my family and our belongings is extremely high, and unfortunately, we can't afford it on our own. There are no tents in the north, and buying new ones there isn’t an option. I can’t leave our things behind; they are all we have left.

My heart is tied to that place, to the sky above our home, even if it’s uninhabitable. I miss it so deeply, and I need to be there with my loved ones, surrounded by what’s left of our life. I trust you, my friends, and I consider you my family. Please, if you can, help us cover the transportation costs. Every little bit counts, and your support would mean the world to us during this difficult time. If you can’t donate, sharing this with others who might be able to help would also make a huge difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. With love, 🌸

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7 months of this shit

yeah i like gundam but i just got into it recently.. ive never drawn a mech though so heres chars crucified zaku

Out of these, I like eating tamales the most. Although, it hardly ever snows here. What's your favorite out of these and comment your personal favorites, if you'd like

Now that you're here, please share and donate to help a woman widowed by genocide and her 2 young children. They're spending this winter shivering in a tent, hearing the sounds of weapons, and praying that they're not next. The last donation to them was 2 days ago.