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kelbinajim · 2 months
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Bisan.
Reminder that these are made to print and spread around! Spread their names- everyone going through this is an individual; not just a number.
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breathedreamscream · 4 months
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pilloclock · 2 months
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MANCHESTER THIS SATURDAY / FALLOWFIELD🇵🇸🇬🇧
Free Palestine , keep amplifying Palestinian voices, keep boycotting McDonald’s. Starbucks, Disney plus, M&S, puma ect
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3xtrav2g2nt · 28 days
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ISREAL IS THE CHILD THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN NUTTED INTO A SOCK
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Hazbin Hotel fandom. are you proud of breaking the strike on tumblr? you've held the #1 trend for several hours. are you happy you that were the ones to do it. are you glad you finally shouted down all the "whining" and "bitching" and dont have to see or think about dead teenagers and starving children. think about it. are you happy. are you happy tonight. I cannot find words that do justice to the rage I feel at this community, a community I am (was?) part of.
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neptune-scythe · 1 month
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Happy to be the one to break it to you, if you didn't comply with the strike then you don't actually support Palestine
The strike is the simplest goddamn thing you could have done, just stop fucking posting about your interests for just seven days and share information and resources for Palestine. It is the simplest thing anyone could do
And you didn't do it
That says more about how you think about this situation than your words ever could
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stardustsymphony · 2 months
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generallyjl · 5 months
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A Sip of Water
[...]
There is a voice inside me.
It never leaves me.
Always telling me: Be afraid! Be terrified!
Run away.
No one will remain for you.
You were not born to live.
You were born to die.
I barely stand up, ignoring my inner voice.
And in a weird moment, I go for a drink.
Water.
Again, it’s not a party.
I take careful steps to avoid stepping on limbs.
Limbs everywhere.
Thank God they are warm.
And I trek for water.
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Families genocided.
A whole hospital bombed.
The network was cut off.
Weeping.
Limbs. Cold.
Medics carry the martyrs, then soon become martyrs.
No one is safe.
Noise around me.
And noise inside me.
None is a happy sound.
The only sound I hear is: Run!
[...]
I don’t know what is going to happen.
Or what is happening.
All I want is not to see my body enveloped in or below the rubble.
I am scared.
A little one asks for water.
She beams, feebly.
I am thirsty.
But I am not afraid.
- Marah Hatoum
(Gaza, 2 November 2023)
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herhimthem · 4 months
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Do you know the worst thing about the US using taxdollars to pay for this genocide, aside from oh I dunno.. THE GENOCIDE?
Americans can't do anything about it.
We can't boycott by not paying taxes, because it's either PAY or GO TO PRISON.
People WANT to stop contributing to this, but they CAN'T. And now we have to pick between two equally HORRIBLE people to run our country next year.
The world is in trouble, and it's all. our. fault.
I hate living here. I hate being American. I hate being ASSOCIATED with America by birth.
I don't want people to hear my American accent and immediately think of me as some bigoted ZIONIST.
I've been keeping up with the news in secret, because my father is pro-Isreal. I've been going on Arab.org and doing the daily clicks. I've been doing what I can as a teenager with little to no voice.
I can't help but feel guilty every time I go get a snack, because I know there are kids my age STARVING to death right at this moment.
I can't go to sleep without thinking about how people's homes have been destroyed.
I feel like this sounds like I'm whining.
But I know I'll feel at least a tiny bit better after I write all of this down.
I just want this to end.
I feel like the only way the world will change is if it's burned to the ground and built back up again.
I can't help but feel as though when Palestine is finally free, a few years later something like this will happen again. and again. and again.
And I know the US is going to be the villain. every. single. time.
This country doesn't care about humanity. It doesn't give a crap about any agreed-upon ceasefire.
Our government doesn't even give a crap about its own citizens, let alone the rest of the world.
I don't want to grow up and contribute to more death with my tax dollars.
I've always known that I want to move abroad one day, but now it's only been confirmed.
Not even that will fix anything, because Americans living abroad STILL have to pay US taxes.. which seems a bit odd.
I'm going to keep doing my part. That's all I can do.
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marichild · 5 months
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also another thing. yes, posting about what's happening right now is important, but do know that posting about your interests is okay and allowed. this is an incredibly heavy and distressing situation right now and no one should subject themselves to that constantly. because wearing yourself out mentally means that you are in no position to help anyone.
so be silly. post about the things you love. you're not the only one fighting - we're all in this together. don't feel bad for taking care of yourself.
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grimmwulf-a · 1 year
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unprompted prompted by this . @paradisecursed asked: “don’t be such a silly little boy.”
      It’d just been a comment, but it’d been enough to make you panic. Books set aside, you’d excused yourself - it was just some official business you had to catch up on, an assignment you’d needed to hand off to the guard, anything to increase the boundary between the two of you.
      Fire glyphs had come naturally, the action of heating up one of the many iron rods you kept less so. No, that was incorrect - the action of turning the rods against yourself was less familiar.
     Iron white hot bar flush against the base of your spine, a sensation not too dissimilar to pain - you are reminded of consequences. Grip tightening, you hold it steady - this was your punishment, this was what you would have to reconcile with, this was only a fraction of what awaited you if
      you
          ever
                acted.
      It was not the first time. The Boiling Isles were not a sanctuary behind the veil, did not offer respite from the ever watchful gaze of Him. You knew better than to ever fall into that line of thought, knew that this was a place you’d only ever stumbled upon with the express goal of purging it bleach-white clean. It was taking long enough, that much was obvious, but after your brother’s debt was paid and sins rinsed clean, you had to expand your original scope.
      It was no surprise that, through the weakness of human minds, you too would be tempted into straying.
     Skin warped and melted, twenty seconds pass before the bar is ripped and tossed aside, legs finally giving out as you try and hold yourself steady against a desk. You know if you look at the wound, you’ll pass out - memories of rancid flesh and mold growth scream behind swollen shut eyes briefly - white hot flashes of pain only beginning to dull once the tell-tale sensation of manufactured magic swells and spreads across it.
     Though this was your burden to bear, you would not fall to weakness; to end your life would not bestow the message. The teaching and the rule - you were to bear reminders of these moments of failure to your grave. They were markers just as much as they were warnings, clarity white hot cutting through the fog that’d settled in your thoughts, lighting the way forward.
      The path was clear, black stone against white marble, a straight line.
     You would not remove your gaze from this road, no matter how bitterly cold it felt. No matter how empty it became, you would not stumble over this. Knuckles bleach white, your grip on the staff tightening as you pull yourself up fully. The iron rod sits across the floor, spots of red and white coating its cooling body, and there it would remain while you failed to move on.
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lespuni · 1 month
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Every single random misinformation campaign surrounding Palestinians & Palestine would be so much better if Palestinian blogs got as many notes as deeply semi-unserious third party blogs
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jinnazah · 3 months
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seriously and i mean full offence, but if you were silent and complicit during this genocide, i hope you know no peace. i hope that if you actively ignored the BDS list because the blood of my people was less valuable than your shitty creature comforts (that were manufactured with the blood of the global south) i hope that one day, when these same corporations turn on you, or else the global south finally puts an end to their exploitation, i hope you live out the rest of your life in the same hollow, perpetually unsatisfied way.
i hope you never know a moment of real love and real happiness for the rest of your miserable, enduring existence; YOU, having robbed my people of their lives, so you could continue to avert your gaze and plug your ears in the hopes of avoiding the inconvenience of our cries, our pleas.
maybe the ICJ doesn’t win. maybe it’s another 75 years before palestine is completely and totally liberated and free, but palestine WILL be free. palestine will endure, as it always has, and know that we will remember you as cowards, and no amount of grovelling or apologizing will ever make up for the fact that you wholly believed your entitlement to comfort and ignorance was more important than our blood.
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incubian · 1 year
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i think i just curated my tumblr really well, because unlike twitter this site doesnt give me a headache from the sheer amount i grind my teeth.
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mikeo56 · 1 month
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I watched the uncensored video of US airman Aaron Bushnell self-immolating in front of the Israeli embassy in Washington while screaming “Free Palestine”. I hesitated to watch it because I knew once I put it into my mind it’s there for the rest of my life, but I figured I owe him that much. 
I feel like I’ve been picked up and shaken, which I suppose was pretty much what Bushnell was going for. Something to shake the world awake to the reality of what’s happening. Something to snap us out of the brainwashed and distracted stupor of western dystopia and turn our gaze to Gaza.
The sounds stay with you more than the sights. The sound of his gentle, youthful, Michael Cera-like voice as he walked toward the embassy. The sound of the round metal container he stored the accelerant in getting louder as it rolls toward the camera. The sound of Bushnell saying “Free Palestine”, then screaming it, then switching to wordless screams when the pain became too overwhelming, then forcing out one more “Free Palestine” before losing his words for good. The sound of the cop screaming at him to get on the ground over and over again. The sound of a first responder telling police to stop pointing guns at Bushnell’s burning body and go get fire extinguishers.
He remained standing for an unbelievable amount of time while he was burning. I don’t know where he got the strength to do it. He remained standing long after he’d stopped vocalizing.
Bushnell was taken to the hospital, where independent reporter Talia Jane reports that he has died. It was about as horrific a death as a human being can experience, and it was designed to be. 
Shortly before his final act in this world, Bushnell posted the following message on Facebook:
“Many of us like to ask ourselves, ‘What would I do if I was alive during slavery? Or the Jim Crow South? Or apartheid? What would I do if my country was committing genocide?’ “The answer is, you’re doing it. Right now.”
Aaron Bushnell has provided his own answer to this challenge. We’re all providing our own right now.
I would never do what Bushnell did, and I would never recommend anyone else does either. That said, I also can’t deny that his action is having its intended effect: drawing attention to the horrors that are happening in Gaza.
I know this is true because everywhere I see Aaron Bushnell being discussed online I see a massive deluge of pro-Israel trolls frantically swarming the comments in a mad rush to manipulate the narrative. They all understand how destructive it is to US and Israeli information interests for people to be seeing an international news story about a member of the US Air Force self-immolating on camera while screaming “Free Palestine”, and they are doing everything they can to mitigate that damage.
As I write this, there are with absolute certainty people digging through Bushnell’s history searching for dirt that can be spun as evidence that he was a bad person, that he was mentally ill, that he was steered astray by pro-Palestine activists and dissident media — whatever they can make stick. If they find something, literally anything, the smearmeisters and propagandists will run with it as far as they can.
That’s what they’re choosing to do at this point in history. That’s what they would have done during slavery, or the Jim Crow south, or apartheid. That’s what they’re doing while their country commits genocide right now. People are showing what they would have done with their response to Gaza, and they’re showing what they would have done with their response to the self-immolation of Aaron Bushnell.
I’m not going to link to the video here; watching it is a personal decision on which you should probably do your own legwork to make sure it’s really what you want. Whether you watch it or not, it happened, just like the incineration of Gaza is happening right now. We each own our personal response to that reality. This is who we are.
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lynkolnevans · 2 years
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Hehehehe it took 6 hours but I've finally settled on a name for my Undertale SI series that makes sense AND anagrams to something relevant! Many wikipedia pages and anagram generators later, behold: Exogenic!
Originally I was gonna stick with Exogenous, but I've decided to save that for another fic (or just a bookmark name for all my SIs).
Exogenic means, "formed or occurring on the surface of the earth" OR "existing or arising outside of a system"!!!! Am I big brain or what?!
Xenic Ego is the anagram and will be used for when all the SIs meet up in typical UTMV fashion. Xenic means "containing an unidentified organism, especially a bacterium" OR "strange or foreign in some way". So combined with "ego" which basically means "self", Xenic Ego is "a strange self". This name can also be tied heavily to a certain SI character I've got in mind. Basically I went on a Wikipedia dive on the noble gas, xenon, which can emit an ULTRAVIOLET (winkwink) light as an eximer!
I am so fucking HYPED. I've barely got anything written or drawn which will make sense to anyone else but I'm still so excited! Should I share some writing or drawings?! Or rant about what I have planned?! Would anyone be interested?!?
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