neverendingnigthmare-blog
21, femme, cute and rambly uni student, I post anything that comes to mind!
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What's one drop to an ocean?
Me everytime my girlfriend starts talking about her interest EXCEPT I wanna top her.
listened to them rant abt nerdy things for like over an hour and im just like sitting there with hearts in my eyes like pleaseeee top me top me top me top me
"AND ANOTHER THING" im taking my shirt off
we have successfully reached our campaign goal! 🙏
Thanks to your generous support, we have successfully reached our campaign goal! 🙏 A heartfelt thank you to everyone who contributed, helped, and shared – you’ve given my family a new hope for life.
Now, you can support my friend’s family’s campaign who is going through similar circumstances. Please visit the following link: https://gofund.me/220e590b. Any help—even just sharing—means the world to them. 🌿
I don't. understand. I don't understand! I am doing this exercise for my uni class. It is an engineering exercise so of course it's hard and has minimal information.
Ok, good, great, I know how to deal with those. Now, I need to figure out the maximum load factor, aka, how many gs, the plane could be under, given a 50 fps gust speed or a 66 fps gust speed. How do I know this? Well surely not because it was part of the exercise, I read through the norm for the plane manuver envelope. But that's ok, not too much of a hassle.
I ask my colleagues if I'm doing all right, "Oh, Amelia, why did you find Vb like that?", "The norm says that in case you don't have data on it, you need to find it through x method.", "Oh no, the professor told us to use this other method." WHATEVER I GUESS. But I still do it.
Now I need to find, and I FUCKING QUOTE "The wing lift curve slope CL per radian." and the worst is I know what the slope is. I have calculated it, it's simply the increase of the CL over the increase in angle. I even multiplied it by radian. But it's wrong. It should be around 6~, it comes as around 9! I have double, triple quadruple checked it. THE NUMBERS ARE CORRECT!
I just don't know what I'm doing wrong. Maybe I just fucking guess a number around 6 and use that. Whatever man.
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
Aughughuugghu I can't sleeeeeeep. I did this doodle to calm down. I've been having some real trouble sleeping recently, nightmares mostly. Been super tired.
Help with HRT!
Hello everyone! Out of all of the expenses in my life, HRT is the one that is the most problematic. Because of the slow wait times in the UK, I have gone private and, as such, need £450 every three months to keep my medication going.
This is a hard bar to reach for me at my job so I'm starting a new donation goal thing. Every three months, for three months, the goal will be up and if we meet it, there will be a reward stream of some kind. The audience will be able to vote on what they want and it can be literally anything (as long as its possible).
I will be live in a couple of hours where I will talk about this more but if you would like to help, here is my donation link. I thank you very much. https://streamlabs.com/dynalope/tip
I went to this shop and it had a makeup section, I spent some time there looking at all the things, in particular I wanted to see if they had any blue eyeshadow or lipstick. Why? Because I really like blue! And I still haven't experimented with makeup!
I did not find blue, it was all classical white gurl colors. But I did find this one scented lip stain that was honey flavoured and themed. It smelled so good and the test I did kept it's scent for the entire day. I couldn't stop sniffing it.
I probably should've bought it, but ut was really expensive and well, I was also embarassed. But I don't need to be, there is nothing wrong with me buying a lip stain.
Tried copying by memory this one painting I saw on pinterest. Also digital painting training, it was very fun
I slept 4 hours, and they were filled with nightmares, I feel like I am gonna pass out jesus christ. I woke up witt my hands shaking uuuhh. But we stay strong and we keep winning because by god I have a meeting with my peofessor and some colleagues today and I can't forfeit... I should post my art on this blog...
I don't usually do this. I don't like just having a piece of me on the internet. But I need to just let this out.
Tonight is hard, I can't sleep, I've been crying nonstop for two hours. I'm not sure what triggered it, maybe this silly song that's stuck in my head. "Bug, bug, little mister bug! / If only you were bigger, I could really use a hug!". The moment I got in bed, sections of my childhood came back, not good ones. How I would spend every recess alone playing with bugs and ants, because every other kid didn't want anything to do with me. I was too weird. The way they would beat me, they never left me alone, the teachers never did anything. I would feed the ants pieces of my lunch, enjoy looking at their neat little rows, tried saying hi to all the ones that came over.
I really wasn't a bad or problematic kid, I still wonder how the fuck the adults in my life got that impression. I got max grades in everything, loved learning, never bothered everyone. I would just have crying fits because school was unbearable or tantrums for honestly justified reasons. I was distressed. Anyone would be in my position.
At home it wasn't any better, constant screaming, hurting me, fighting, lectures about how to be a better kid. It was hell, I barely got moments of peace. When I did I would look at the stars, dreaming about a future in which it was all better. In which I was not beat or sexually assaulted on the regular, in which I had a safe person, or just a future were I was happy.
I wish I could be there for me, help me, love me, cup my chubby little face, and say, "You are good! You are doing great! You're the best kid anyone could ask for! There is nothing wrong with you!". Go eat ice cream together.
I wanna be a mom. For a vey egoistic reason though. I wanna love something with all myself, I wanna pour every inch of my being into building a beautiful life for them, no matter what. I wanna sing my silly little songs to a small little human, hear them cry until my ears wish to bleed, console them, help them, never make them doubt how much I love them. Wake up early just to check on them sleeping. Tell them how beautiful they are, how they can achieve anything, how they will always be loved.
Maybe one day, for now they are just in my imagination. Goodnight.
A Voice from Beneath the Rubble: We Do Not Want to Die of Hunger
The war has returned to us in a criminal and inhumane way, without any rules or restraint. Camps and hospitals are being bombed, children and medics are being killed in cold blood, and all international prohibitions have been violated.
Death rains down from the sky, and hunger consumes us from the ground.
We are trapped between two fires, there is no escape from the bombing, and no salvation from starvation.
My little child cries out from unbearable hunger, and I am powerless to comfort him, We have nothing left to eat except some green herbs I boil, hoping they will ease our hunger. 💔
In the past five days, we have received only 5 dollars, not even enough to buy bread for my child for a single day, Donations have tragically declined, and we can no longer afford even the bare minimum of necessities. 😥
Entire families have been forced to flee their homes under the relentless bombardment. Even the area they push us to, claiming it is "safe" (Al-Mawasi), is bombed daily without mercy.
The crossings are closed, aid is blocked, and escaping to a safe country is impossible.
It is a systematic plan of slow genocide, by missiles and by hunger.
From the heart of the siege, from amidst the destruction, from beneath the rubble…
I plead with you through the tears of a mother fighting to protect her child, with a body weakened by pregnancy and hunger, with a soul that holds on only to the hope in your compassionate hearts. 🥹
Please, help us. Save my child, my unborn baby, and my family from this hell.
Every donation—even the smallest—is a lifeline in a sea of fire.
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Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #152 ) ✅
This campaign has also been verified by @90_ghost ✅
# free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸
I am a mother from Gaza, living in harsh conditions due to the continuous shelling and powerful explosions. I have been forced to move from one place to another with my little daughter, Tia, who was born amidst this war. I need your help to buy a tent and supplies for her so we can be in a safe place. Please consider donating to support us in this difficult time. Help Tia; she deserves a better life. Thank you to everyone who offers their assistance! ❤️ #Gaza #ChildAid
To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline.👇
#Gaza # free Gaza
#palestina #save palestina
You know I've been looking at this Europa war stuff. It's pretty cool. But I'm an aerospace engineer and I can't help but cringe a bit everytime someone talks about "freezing". You would not be freezing. Yes, Europa is cold, space is cold if you are in shadow, you? Oh, you are hot, very hot! On Europa, there isn't an atmosphere. You wouldn't have any way to shed heat, so the real problem wouldn't be keeping warm but keeping *cool*. In the tunnles? Sure if they are pressurized, cold as all hell. Anything else? Warm.
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The world is on fire, and that extra stress makes burning out even easier. Please take care of yourselves <3
You can't finish every project in a night. You can't solve all the world's problems in a day.
Hi, hello, actually this is a really good question. You pick the animal you like the most. I'm a jerbil girl for example, my friend is cis and believes she is an Owl girl. Does this in any significant way change our behaviour? No... but it's funny
How do you like. Pick what type of animal girl you are??? It seems like a complicated question. There's so many puppygirls and catgirls, but theres so many animals to pick from. Where are the octopus girls, the vulture girls, anteater girls, or ibex girls?? Where's the representation? The ecosystem is all fucked up. Any expert able to explain it to me??
Had a dream where I was pinned between 2 gorgeous black women, call me the cream in the oreo eheh. In the dream, I somehow made them fall for me by ranting about JWST's NIRcam and astrophysics in a lesbian bar
Do lesbians work like that in real life too? Is it that easy chat? Respecting boundaries and being a huge nerd is how I got my girlfriend after all...
i love being a girl
Hey remember when US and Russia was all like “We’re the best!!! We’ve won the space race!!!!” But India sent a kick-ass space probe to Mars and the whole mission was fuel efficient, costed less and a roaring success in the first try and then they were like “…..wait no that can’t be true” and still have the audacity to call us “underdeveloped” or only view us as a ‘third world country’? :)
For anyone who needs more info, the probe was called Mangalyaan (which literally means space probe vehicle) or Mars Orbiter Mission (MOM) and you can also get more information here and here
#free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸
I am Sahar, the mother of a girl born in war, under bombardment and destruction.😭💔
After Ramadan, when Eid came, a day of joy and happiness, I found myself, my husband, and my family in the fields of war and conflict, tasting the bitterness of genocide and loss. While voices of joy rise in some places We find the truth hovering around us, 💔😭😭🥺
But amidst all this darkness, hope comes from the hearts of children. Therefore, I would like you to give my infant daughter a simple gift, one filled with love and joy, to be like a rainbow crossing over the cloud of injustice....
Your gift will be:
🐾 Find a colorful and cuddly doll, representing a world of innocence and imagination. 🎨 A set of watercolors for a day of creativity, where we can paint the world of our dreams together. 📚 A story of loving flowers, revolving around joy and hope, to bring her warm memories of the holidays.
Please make my daughter's holiday, despite all the circumstances, filled with love and joy, and let our children's hearts be a beacon of hope in a world in need of peace. 🌈🕊️❤️
To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline. 👇
#free Gaza #Gaza
#free palestina #save palestina
What Strength Really Means 💪
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537}✅️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537}✅️
You are absolutely right! It feels like a bisexual screenwriter got introduced to save the day lmao. Rambling on a bit now, but, it's not even as much to me that bisexual characters can't be in a straight relationship, but when you only show them engaging with the same gender in an almost exclusively sexual context, and never a romantic one, it feels like you are playing me for a fool!
I am watching this italian show, "Imma Tataranni - sostituto procuratore", and the daughter of the main character has her first love with this extremely smart girl that then goes on to milan to study art. She is not discussed again! She basically disappears, and this girl gets togheter with the most basic guys ever who don't even appear that interested to her!
I ended up making a whole other post but he frustration called me.
House M.D. really threaded the needle with Thirteen's bisexuality by ALMOST giving her a biphobic arc (lots of flings with women but only stable with a man) but swerving last minute by putting her in a loving and committed relationship with another woman. SAFE!
House md is such a trip because House and Wilson are standing cock to cock, tip to tip, packer to packer, emotionally and physically. House's employees have a polyamorous codependent relationship while also being at each other's throats constantly. Foreman's so represssed they think he's gay, Chase is so sexually active that he can't possibly be straight, Taub and Kutner scissored, Cameron's probably gay but she has a job to do so she isn't going to think about it too hard, Thirteen is bisexual and went to jail once. Everyone has used drugs recreationally at least once. They break into everyone's home then insult the state of their home and then diagnose the patient based on a "That's so Raven" vision that House has. They shouldn't have been doctors, they would all thrive better as Waffle house employees that leap over the counter to fight customers.