Omakw

[also laika @cheekrneatchews]

well i have to get up at 6am tomorrow and take the bus even though i have a cold, which also isn't easy to do and quite impressive

[𐌁𐌉Ᏽ 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌉 @OrevaZSN]

I love when Apple is like “we’re going to install updates tonight while you’re sleeping” and then you wake up and they’re just like “couldn’t do it! I just didn’t feel right and the vibes were off”

[Ed Maguire @eemaguire]

Every year I repost this picture with my young son. It was taken exactly 6 months before the towers came down. Our apartment in Jersey City looked directly across the water to the Towers, and I worked in WFC. Not a personal close call since I was in midtown when the planes hit, but I did walk through the lobbies around 8 am transferring from the PATH to the #1 train. My wife was watching the whole horrifying thing unfold, 6 months pregnant with our daughter. The morning of the 12th I woke at sunrise to see the black smoke rising after 3000 souls departed, and I knew that everything was changed forever. In memory of those that died, and with much gratitude for everything in this rich life in the years since.

[Gina Milan @ginamilan_]

Every year during 9/11 week, I binge watch the documentaries and shows about that day. Somehow, no matter how many years go by, I still hear stories I have never heard before.

I have already cried so much this week, and it is only Monday. 😭

But what gets me the most is remembering how, for a brief moment, none of the political bullshit mattered. Republican, Democrat, Independent, it did not matter. Nobody cared who you voted for.

We were Americans, and we came together. We helped strangers, ran toward danger, donated, volunteered, prayed, rescued, comforted, and did whatever we could to help one another.

That was the very best of humanity. It was simply Americans being Americans. 🇺🇸❤️

[TheJerseyGirl @ChristineX2024]

Father Mychal Fallon Judge
being carried away from the World Trade Center on September 11th by the firefighters he came to pray for.

On the morning of September 11, 2001, Father Judge rushed from his friary at St. Francis of Assisi Church to the World Trade Center.

After he entered the lobby of the North Tower, he refused to leave while first responders remained inside. He spent his final moments praying for the victims. 🙏🏼

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

On the morning of September 11, 2001, Roselle, a calm, golden‑furred guide dog, rode the elevator up to the 78th floor of the North Tower with her owner, Michael Hingson. To everyone else, it was just another Tuesday. To Roselle, it was a job: stay close, stay steady, keep her human safe.

When the first plane hit, the entire building lurched like a ship struck by a wave. Lights flickered. Ceilings cracked. Papers rained down like snow. People screamed. But Roselle didn’t. She simply pressed her body against Michael’s leg, a silent message: I’m here. Follow me.

Smoke began to fill the hallway. The air tasted like burning metal. Sirens wailed from every direction. Yet Roselle walked forward with the same steady pace she used every day, guiding Michael to the stairwell.

Behind them, dozens of terrified people followed her tail like a beacon. Step by step, floor by floor, she led them downward through the choking darkness. The stairwell shook. The heat intensified. But Roselle never sped up, never panicked, never once broke her rhythm. She knew that if she stayed calm, her human would too.

Somewhere around the 30th floor, a woman froze, sobbing, unable to move. Roselle stopped. She nudged the woman gently, leaning her warm body against her leg until her breathing slowed. Only when the woman whispered, “Okay… okay,” did Roselle continue the descent.

It took nearly an hour to reach the lobby. Firefighters shouted for everyone to run. The tower groaned above them. Roselle guided Michael through the chaos, out into the blinding sunlight, and down the street, refusing to stop until she sensed they were finally safe.

Minutes later, the North Tower collapsed.

Roselle didn’t know she had just saved her owner’s life. She didn’t know she had led more than a dozen people to safety. She didn’t know she had become a symbol of courage around the world.
She only knew one thing: her human was alive, and she had done her job.

Most people know Roselle guided her blind owner down 78 floors of the North Tower, but very few know what happened after they escaped. As the tower collapsed behind them, a massive cloud of ash and debris roared through the streets like a tidal wave. Michael couldn’t see it coming, but Roselle could. Instead of panicking, she leaned her entire body into him and pulled forward with absolute determination, guiding him through a darkness so thick he couldn’t breathe or hear. Even as the ground shook and people screamed around them, Roselle never once broke her pace. Her training didn’t tell her what to do, her loyalty did.

#archaeohistories

[Brain Leakage @BrainLeakage03]

Since you weren’t even born yet, I’m going to answer in good faith:

9/11 was America’s collective loss of innocence. In the decades prior, we’d won the Cold War by outspending the Soviets. We were the sole remaining superpower, and we were in a period of peace and economic prosperity.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, we suffered a suicide attack with a higher death toll than Pearl Harbor. It struck a city on the US mainland, the first attack of that scale to hit CONUS since the Civil War.

In a violent flash, and on live television, our collective illusions of safety, security, and peace disappeared. For most Americans, it was the first time we ever had to contend with that scale of horror, and what it implied about the fragility of our way of life.

It was simultaneously sobering and terrifying. The American response was to launch two wars, and to restructure domestic life around the Government’s presumed duty to spy on everyone, so nothing like it could ever happen again.

I am not being hyperbolic when I say the America we grew up in—imagined or not—vanished on 9/11.

What you’re calling a “worshipful attitude” is a mix of reverence for the dead, and mourning for the loss of what existed before.

[𝐎𝐥𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧 @oluwaseun7g]

My absolute favorite theory is that Dumbledore is literally Death from The Tale of the Three Brothers, and the math behind it aligns so perfectly it’s practically text canon.

Voldemort is the first brother who died for pure power, Snape is the second brother who died for a lost love he could never recover, and Harry is the third brother who greeted Death as an old friend.

Dumbledore is the only character who physically held all three Deathly Hallows at various points in history, and he is the exact person waiting to greet Harry at King's Cross station after he gets hit by the killing curse.

[Aimin Nimia @Ehiggins2000]

We have a word for this the Irish language. Loinnir.

“the flickering sparkle of sunlight dancing on water or the sea“

[Dexys Midnight Runners @DexysOfficial]

I, Kevin Rowland (the son of Irish immigrants) and the main songwriter of ‘Come On Eileen,’ am disgusted to learn that Nigel Farage has used our song to make his entrance for his party conference. Myself, and all of Dexys are passionately against Farage’s politics.

@ByDonkeys .

[Mike Netter @nettermike]

“Are You Guys Ready? Okay. Let’s Roll.” — Remembering Todd Beamer.

On September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer boarded United Airlines Flight 93 for a business trip to San Francisco.

He was 32 years old, a husband and a father of two young boys. His wife, Lisa, was pregnant with their third child—a daughter Todd would never get the chance to meet.

After Flight 93 was hijacked, Todd attempted to call his wife using an onboard Airfone. Instead, he reached telephone operator Lisa Jefferson.

During their conversation, Todd calmly described what was happening aboard the aircraft.

As passengers learned through phone calls about the attacks in New York and Washington, they realized their own plane could be headed toward another target.

They decided they weren’t going to sit back and let that happen.

Todd and other passengers began discussing a plan to fight their way toward the cockpit. Before they acted, Todd asked Jefferson to pray with him.

Then came the words that would become forever associated with Flight 93:

“Are you guys ready? Okay. Let’s roll.”

Passengers and crew moved forward in an attempt to regain control of the aircraft.

At 10:03 a.m., Flight 93 crashed near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, before reaching the hijackers’ intended target. All 40 passengers and crew members were killed.

Months later, Todd’s daughter Morgan was born.

She would grow up knowing her father only through photographs, stories, and the extraordinary courage he showed during his final minutes.

Todd Beamer was not alone that morning. The passengers and crew of Flight 93 acted together when they understood what was at stake.

They never made it home. But their aircraft never reached its intended target.

Remembering Todd Beamer—and all 40 passengers and crew members aboard United Flight 93.

[The White Stone 🇨🇦 @White_Stone_LDS]

@latestinspace There is no way to make a 2d map of a globe without having some level of distortion. This change just swaps out one distortion for another. Only a globe can be fully accurate.

[Ireland Football ⚽️🇮🇪 @IrelandFootball]

Scoring the winner against Real Madrid on your LaLiga home debut. Troy Daniel Parrott. 😎🇮🇪🔥

[Bavi @vazbavi]

Dolly Parton says her first reaction to Beyoncé's Jolene was "what?", because hers came from vulnerability, while Beyoncé's take is far more confident and confrontational

"I heard Beyoncé was doing Jolene. I was so excited. And then when I heard it, I thought, what? Because it was completely different."

"Mine was a true story. It came from vulnerability, there's always a Jolene out there, always somebody prettier than you. It's like somebody can take him, but you don't know how much I love him."

"With her, she flipped it around, thinking, you think you can take my man? But she's that cool."

"I loved it, because as a songwriter, you love to hear how other people interpret your songs. And the fact that she did it, I knew I was going to make a lot of money."

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

Madeline Amy Sweeney knew the plane had been hijacked. Instead of panicking, she started gathering information.

On the morning of September 11, 2001, the 35-year-old American Airlines flight attendant was working aboard Flight 11, a Boeing 767 traveling from Boston to Los Angeles.

Not long after takeoff, something was terribly wrong.

The cockpit stopped responding.

Passengers were being attacked.

Crew members were injured.

The aircraft was no longer under the control of its pilots.

As chaos unfolded around her, Sweeney managed to connect to an American Airlines operations center using an Airfone. On the other end was supervisor Michael Woodward.

What followed would become one of the most important eyewitness accounts from inside a hijacked aircraft.

Sweeney didn't waste precious moments focusing on her own fate.

Instead, she began relaying information.

Carefully.

Clearly.

Methodically.

She described the men who had taken over the plane.

She gave their seat assignments.

She reported injuries among passengers and crew.

She explained that a passenger had been stabbed.

Every detail mattered.

Even as she faced the reality that she might never leave the aircraft alive, she continued feeding information to authorities.

According to later accounts, Woodward was struck by how calm and composed she remained. Her voice was steady. Her descriptions were precise.

Then she provided information that would later prove critical to investigators.

She identified Mohamed Atta as one of the hijackers and supplied details about the others involved.

As Flight 11 headed toward New York City, Sweeney stayed on the line, continuing to report what she could see.

At 8:46 a.m., the plane slammed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center.

Everyone on board was killed.

Sweeney was just 35 years old.

The information she provided during those final minutes became some of the earliest and most valuable evidence available to investigators trying to understand what had happened.

She couldn't regain control of the aircraft.

She couldn't stop the hijackers.

She couldn't save herself.

But she could help others understand what was unfolding.

And she did.

Until the very end.

Madeline Sweeney left behind her husband and two young children—her son, Jack, who was four, and her daughter, Anna, who was seven.

They never saw her again.

Yet in the face of unimaginable circumstances, she chose to remain focused, courageous, and selfless.

Trapped aboard a hijacked plane with no way out, Madeline Amy Sweeney spent her final moments ensuring that the world would know exactly who had taken control of Flight 11—and what was happening inside it.

[Haryanpunch @HaRyanPunch]

“I don’t LOSE my temper, I USE my temper.”

Well said. I could not love her more.

[𝘽𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙮 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙮 @realBobbyHealy]

American (and British, French, German,...) minds can't comprehend this.