#ENDLESS RESISTANCE WORLDWIDE

[norbert-weber]

20240428  STOP WAR ....

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[yourmomsawh0r3]

Santa Baby

pairing: pedro pascal x f! popstar girlfriend

The stage was bathed in warm, festive light as snowflakes made of glitter descended from the rafters. The audience buzzed with excitement, eagerly awaiting the star of the night. Y/N’s highly anticipated Christmas special was live, showcasing her new holiday album. Fans worldwide tuned in to witness her performance, and among them was her proudest supporter her boyfriend-turned-fiancé, Pedro Pascal, seated in the front row.

Y/N’s voice soared through classic carols and original songs, each note wrapping the room in holiday magic. Dressed in a red velvet gown that shimmered under the lights, she was the picture of festive elegance. Her diamond necklace sparkled with every turn, but her smile was the true showstopper. Pedro leaned forward in his seat, utterly entranced, his warm brown eyes never leaving her.

Then came the moment that would be talked about for weeks. The band struck up the jazzy, slinky notes of Santa Baby, and the audience erupted into cheers. The curtains parted to reveal Y/N in a dazzling new outfit: a fitted red velvet bodice trimmed with soft white fur, paired with thigh-high boots and a sparkling Santa hat. She strutted across the stage, microphone in hand, her playful grin promising something extraordinary.

Pedro chuckled as she made eye contact with him, her flirty energy aimed directly his way. He shook his head, already knowing she was about to steal the show.

Her sultry voice filled the air:

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me…

The crowd swayed along, their energy building with every lyric. Y/N’s performance was captivating, her charm impossible to resist. Pedro’s grin grew wider as she playfully gestured toward him during the bridge:

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

The audience roared with laughter and applause at her antics. Pedro, his face beaming with pride, clapped along, his eyes shining with admiration. But then, the atmosphere shifted as she reached the iconic line:

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing a ring…

Y/N paused dramatically, her voice trailing off as she raised her left hand. The spotlight caught it, making the enormous diamond engagement ring glitter like the North Star. Gasps and cheers erupted from the crowd, and Pedro froze, caught completely off guard. For a moment, he looked stunned, but then his face broke into the most radiant smile, his eyes glassy with emotion.

The cameras panned to him, capturing his reaction as he stood, clapping and laughing, his expression one of pure love and pride. Y/N flashed him a cheeky grin, finishing the line with a twist:

…and I don’t mean on the phone!

The theater exploded with applause. Y/N gave a playful twirl, blowing Pedro a kiss and mouthing, I love you. He returned it with a blown kiss of his own, shaking his head as if to say, You’re unbelievable.

By the time Y/N finished her set, the news had already gone viral. Social media lit up with clips of the performance, fans gushing over her flawless vocals and Pedro’s swooning reaction. Headlines blared:

“Pop Star Y/N Drops Engagement Bombshell During Christmas Special!”

“Pedro Pascal and Y/N Are Officially Engaged And It’s the Holiday Surprise We Didn’t Know We Needed!”

The next morning, Pedro sat on the couch, scrolling through endless memes of his smitten expression. Y/N curled up beside him under a cozy blanket, her engagement ring catching the morning light.

“You really couldn’t wait to tell the world, huh?” he teased, showing her a tweet comparing him to a love-struck Hallmark movie character.

“What can I say?” she replied with a smirk. “I like making a statement.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple. ���Good. I want everyone to know I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Her smile softened as she laced her fingers with his. “Merry Christmas, Pedro.”

“Merry Christmas, future Mrs. Pascal.”

That evening, as the snow continued to drift softly outside, they decided to celebrate their engagement with a romantic soak in the outdoor hot tub. The steam swirled into the crisp winter air, and the glow of the nearby fire pit illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows over the snow-covered patio.

Y/N stepped out onto the deck, wrapped in a plush robe, her cheeks rosy from the cold. Pedro was already in the tub, leaning back against the edge with his arms sprawled out, the muscles of his chest glistening from the rising steam. His dark eyes fixed on her with a heat that rivaled the bubbling water.

“Come on in, future Mrs. Pascal,” he teased, his voice low and inviting.

Y/N smirked, dropping the robe to reveal her figure in a deep red bikini that matched the festive mood of the weekend. Pedro’s breath hitched, his gaze dragging over her like she was the only thing in the world.

“You’re staring,” she said playfully as she descended into the water, the warmth enveloping her instantly.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice rough as he pulled her closer the moment she settled in. “Look at you. You’re stunning.”

She slid onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The contrast of the hot water and the cool winter air made her shiver slightly, but Pedro’s hands on her hips quickly warmed her up.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Pascal,” she murmured, trailing her fingers along his jawline.

Pedro chuckled, but it quickly turned into a groan when her lips brushed against his. The kiss started slow, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened as the tension between them simmered into something hotter than the water surrounding them. His hands roamed her back, sliding lower as he held her firmly against him.

“You know,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire, “you completely ruined me last night with that performance.”

“Good,” she whispered, biting her lip as she looked at him. “I wanted to drive you crazy.”

“Mission accomplished,” he said, his grip tightening as he kissed her again, his lips moving down to her neck, trailing over her collarbone.

“Pedro,” she breathed, her voice a mix of a plea and a tease.

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his dark eyes blazing. “Say it again,” he murmured.

“Pedro,” she repeated, her hands framing his face as her lips brushed against his in the faintest of kisses.

“No,” he whispered, his smirk returning as his hands dipped into the water, pulling her closer. “The other thing. The thing I’ve been waiting to hear all day.”

She smiled, her heart thundering in her chest. “I love you, future husband.

Pedro’s laughter rumbled through the air before he captured her lips again, the kiss slow, sensual, and filled with the kind of love that made the world stand still. And as snowflakes melted on their heated skin, they knew this was the start of a holiday season they’d never forget.

[comrade-kimberly]

From Palestine To The World, October 2024 by Queers In Palestine.

Language: Unworded by colonial violence, resisting erasure

After a year of an ongoing genocide, ethnic cleansing, attempts of expansion by the Zionist settler-colonial project, and of our ongoing steadfast global revolt, we are delivering a message from Palestine, to the world, while words cannot convey the depths of our collective trauma or the radical resistance we embody. Words collapse as we bear witness to the destruction of bodies, lands, histories, and futures. Language can no longer hold the weight of our suffering, our rage, our endless grief. It cannot do justice to our feelings and experiences. While capitalism and colonialism’s forces of death and destruction are wounding the world, we are still determined to deliver our voice, we are still moved by the force of life, and will always move with and towards it.

Palestine and Lebanon: One land in grief and struggle

The Zionist colonial entity still exists because colonial and imperialist powers are supporting and funding it. These are the same powers that produced the Sykes-Picot colonial agreement that fragmented Palestine, Lebanon, Syria and Jordan and other Arab nations in 1916 by enforcing borders on our lands. We live with the implications of these systems. We deeply embody the knowledge of this violence, and have been trying to warn the world that these powers neither see our humanity nor respect our sovereignty. The world’s promises of justice and accountability through colonial international laws and institutions only reproduce violence and harm with no transformation. The very existence of these colonial powers is built on the (social) death and exploitation of others. The same tactics of annihilation that have been used in Gaza since last October are now also used in Lebanon. They are reaching us all––from surveillance tools of political repression, to weapons for direct killings. From corporations to other colonial structures, if we do not dismantle these systems, they will continue to consume us all.

Zionism: Threat against humanity

Zionist settler colonialism has been perpetrated against the land of Yemen, Lebanon, Syria, Iraq, and Palestine. But it does not stop there: Zionism is a global threat. While Palestine is used as the Zionist entity’s testing-ground to develop technologies of oppression (including cyber invasions and technological warfare) to control the people and suppress resistance worldwide, these Zionist inventions are exported and used for state violence to further colonial, imperial and capitalist expansion. The Zionist entity’s influence extends to geopolitics and resource extraction across Latin America and Africa––from mining projects in Namibia, to diamond extraction in Angola, and ‘Cop City’ in the USA–– and its aggression can only be contained through struggle and abolition.

The myth of individualism and separation

Individualism is an instrument of the systems of (neo)liberalism, racial capitalism and colonialism. It is designed to destroy our collectives and community practices through fragmentation and separation––from each other, the land, the planet and universe, and from ourselves. The illusion of separation denies our autonomy, our sovereignty over our bodies and land. We resist this colonial myth of individualism that serves oppressive systems. We are interdependent and our struggles are interconnected and intersectional––there is no such thing as individual liberation. No one is free, until we are all free.

On the path of abolition and transformation

Our reality, and our queer, feminist, radical truths, cannot be quantified. They cannot be reduced to data, to screens, to consumable images. The genocidal violence we face and resist everyday, is not an event to be documented. This deep rupture is a tearing apart of the fabric of life that demands something more than mere speech. It demands action and transformation. And it necessitates abolition. Abolition not just through the dismantling of prisons and the destruction of all carceral systems—but the refusal of all structures that seek to imprison and kill our bodies, our desires, our lands, our futures. Abolition is a direct confrontation with the forces that seek to erase us on the path towards life-affirming and systemic transformation, it is to radically imagine and build a different future from the present.

Hope as a radical practice

Our bodies ache with exhaustion, our spirits bruised by the relentless weight of oppression. In this land stolen from us, where we live the genocide in our every moment, hope is a radical practice. We are warriors, survivors, rebels. We will not be extinguished. The world’s indifference is a betrayal––we know that. We will not allow our disappointment to consume us. Fuelled by our collective rage and grief, we unite and empower us. Still amidst these difficult times, we channel our hope as a collective force of resistance to the very foundation of these unjust systems, in Palestine and everywhere. We will not only survive this genocide, we will thrive––reclaiming our stolen land and building a future free from the chains of patriarchy, colonialism, capitalism and zionism.

Constant transformative struggle towards collective liberation

One year later, we continue to call for the world to:

Be radical, feminist, queer, intersectional, decolonial, and abolitionist in our resistances: fuelled by rage, love and longing for justice, transformation and collective liberation.

Resist the hegemonic colonial narrative: do not stop talking about Palestine with your kin, queer siblings, friends and community. Challenge the colonial and Islamophobic framing of Palestinian and racialized voices as antisemitic.

Escalate all forms of disruption of the colonial and capitalist systems enabling this violence. Rage and strike against the use of your labor and tax money to fund, support, and endorse settler colonialism and genocide. Fight against governments and hold them accountable for their military, diplomatic, economic, and political relations with and support to Israel.

Rage and grieve as radical forces for change: together we channel our anger and grief towards a world free of Zionism and all other systems of oppression.

Radically imagine a different world and put this imagination into practice by organizing to fight current systems and build the future from the present.

Always re-membering: honoring those we have lost, and standing steadfast in resistance by all means possible.

[oceanlipgloss]

HAPPY MEAL

BEELZEBUB.

+ warnings: dark themes, erotic hues, strong language (added are 2 cups of low-carb fluff + 1 tbsp. of light, ‘diet’ angst)

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

At the time, it sort of didn’t feel lonely anymore, that atrociously endless thing. Existence.

Damn, though, the girl didn’t know how to handle a knife or spoon properly; she wouldn’t manage to prepare something edible even if to save her own ass. Then again, neither could he, probably.

Who cares if the stuff he makes tastes great? The ‘aftertaste’ of its repercussions is nothing short of unpleasant. Fucking blasphemous, actually—for each and every bite brings about a bountiful harvest of unwelcome side effects. Like a new medication manufactured to treat not even one ailment would do.

Did he perhaps spike everything? Just how many of them did he put in there exactly, the drugs?

Yet, absurd as her dealings with recipes were, he thought she was cute as fuck. She was so adorable and so corrupt. The perfect, most harmonious mixture.

Of course, as gluttony in the flesh and an insatiable patron of cuisine—with the foods, creatures and all—he ought to have found that inability of hers offensive, but it’s never too late to learn something new until it’s too late, isn’t it?

With her, that ‘what in “Hell” is a kitchen?’ mode had its charms. She was still young, too, and she satisfied him in other ways. Dreamy, dirty ways.

For once, however, the time they spent together was, well, normal.

Normal enough, that is.

He never did deny that he couldn’t keep his hands off of her even in the kitchen, did he? And he never did say that his hands didn’t go where they weren’t supposed to ‘just yet’ over and over and over and over again, right?

Whatever.

Old habits die hard.

They do, but he also soon remembered something: a little big wish he had put away in his hungry heart, then felt boiling over in his wandering brain every now and then.

He had always wished for a few hours of time. Being buried in a blanket of peace, painted with sunshine...that felt like it would be so nice.

Would she understand that when she had more fun, base things in mind?

Maybe he should once again put that wish away, postpone it to yet another other day. If old habits die hard, then how could birth traits themselves possibly melt off, or so much as sway?

Wasn’t he, after all, the king of gluttony?

He was voracious.

And before him was a pretty woman.

Together they were making a meal so unsatisfactory.

What’s the point of resisting these thoughts, fighting who he is, denying himself what he wants?

Fuck that.

Better just indulge, indulge, indulge, get so drunk on sin until it sloshes under his heated skin.

Everyone has their strong points; supposedly, it’s something known worldwide—like how between the sheets she drove him crazy, but in the kitchen she was merely a confused lady. Tragically clueless. Heartbreakingly unknowledgeable. Lost like a cat with no whiskers.

That is why she watched him do almost everything.

He liked how her glittering eyes were glued to him, like ants pressing needy kisses to a sugar cube.

He loved that she was thinking about sinful things—because of him, no less—so shamelessly.

Oily colours and powdery spices smeared his apron, but did she truly see them at all? No, she didn’t. And even if she did, would she have given a shit? No, she wouldn’t.

Because her eyes were on him.

He could have been stirring the soup and she would have been sucking in the hard contours of his bronze arm and the way his glistening muscles distorted those black tattoos.

In her freaky mind, musings about her tongue pressing against any part of his body were wildly spinning. How pretty the sparkle of her saliva on his body would be!

To her, the taste of his silky skin would bring her pleasure greater than that of an angel at thoughts of God and slaughter.

He was mouth-watering; all at once salt, acid and sugar.

Such was the truth—so much so that as he rummaged through the pantry, he almost heard her thinking, ‘kiss, lick, fuck.’

She was so dizzy with that vicious hunger chewing on her intestines and nibbling on her heart. She was so dizzy with it that thoughts of him nearly distracted her from a particular slice of mischief.

You see, he had in mind quite the...exotic ingredients. Said he wanted to see how they’d mix together and with food itself. Told her desire would ‘milk’ most of them out of her.

She thought it was awfully strange and disgustingly sexy, but why not do it another time? Wasn’t a lot of fun awaiting their tingling bodies after all this mess, anyway?

They both of them didn’t sit at the table for dinner. Why do that when they could eat straight from the scalding pot, their legs dangling down the cool counter?

His feet nearly touched the floor. She, on the other hand, was a much shorter, much smaller, much more breakable precious thing.

He was...happy.

It was sweet, having someone to eat with. Even if that wasn’t a big, proper meal.

She was an eccentric human who could only take so much, but he was rubbing off on her.

How else could one explain why the food merely filled a tiny hole in her stomach?

How else could one make sense of the way guts were aching for something else?

She was still starving.

He could taste it pouring out of her pores, the gluttony. It was hot, raging and uncontrollable. It was an irresistible, delicious kind of heat.

He was still happy.

Seasons change, and so do reasons.

He was so happy his stomach wouldn’t have been able to digest anything else for a while.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a lie.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is what some cliché, half-assed romance novel would have said.

This is the dark world.

The truth is otherwise.

He is the devil king of gluttony.

He liked her company.

But how could a small pot licked clean with a certain special someone have ever made his appetite shut the fuck up for a minute or two?

Think again, will you?

+notes: sort of on the weirder, unappetising or slightly disgusting side, I suppose.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤����𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Epilogue

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 3.7k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through the hours of endless training, bickering spats and heartfelt moments, you and Seokjin are finally together. He has stepped up into his own, becoming the accomplished and ironically, worldwide handsome CEO of Kim Electronics. You have taken your own steps, securing a mantle you have always desired. However, it begs the question - what does your future together entail?

↠ A/N: Thank you all for reading! I truly appreciate all the love and support this series got :')

↠ Completed Series Masterpost here.

[One year later.]

Your heels click against the tiled floor, a folder with paperwork in your hands. The office is wide and expensive, multiple floors and separate divisions spanning across the building. 

Both the Operations as well as Research and Development departments whizz by you, a small smile curling on your lips as you head across from Marketing and Customer Service. You wait as the elevator takes you up, doors opening to reveal the Sales and Finance department. 

Swiveling, you walk right past it. 

Right in the far corner of the floor, there is a new office. It has a large plaque resting on the door – one that announces both your name and profession to anyone that walks by. 

Y/N L/N. 

Human Resources Manager.

You’re about to step in, but halt at the sight of a young girl darting her eyes around.

A small smile curls on your lips.

“Hi, can I help you?” You greet.

“Y/N.” She immediately greets you back, eyes averting, “I-I wanted to discuss something with you.” 

“Of course.” 

You gesture her inside, and she steps in. 

At first glance, it looks exactly like your typical office. There’s a wide desk in the middle of the room which contains two monitors and stacks of paperwork. It’s paired with chairs and combined with a large metal cabinet.

But her eyes are pulled away from all of it, and instead they’re drawn to the set of photographs adorning the wooden table. 

One of them is of an older couple, tenderness lining their expressions as they lean towards each other. Within their hands are two children, one of which has the same features as you. 

Another one is of a young girl, appearing in her early teens with a soft smile. You have your arms wrapped around her, a giant grin on yours. 

The third one is of a group of people in professional wear, arms linked together and joyful smiles on their features. You seem to be looking at them with a mix of amusement and fondness.

The last one is of a rather handsome tall man, who cheekily winks at the camera as you appear to be mid-laugh, your eyes crinkling and chuckles practically spilling out of you. 

She blinks, her concentration breaking as soon as you shift to take a seat. Shaking her head, it almost feels like she’s gotten glimpses into something incredibly personal, and she hurriedly takes the seat across from you. 

All thoughts erase from her mind once your gaze falls onto her. 

“Yes, Hyolyn?” 

You ask and the girl looks like she’s resisting the urge to melt into the chair. 

She sharply inhales, “I-I’ve completed assessing the current training program and mentored the new candidates, I just wanted to ask about any new opportunities I can assist with....” 

She wants to crawl into the corner of the room, knowing that it had been exactly one year since she had started her job and yet here she was, seeking advancement somehow. 

But what she doesn’t expect is the warm smile you give her. 

“I see.” You pick out a file from the pile, racking your eyes through it. “There are some opportunities available in which you can take initiative, such as assisting with internal recruitment.” 

“T-That would be okay! I can assist with that.” 

You hum, “I’ll get HR Personnel Jung Hoseok to connect with you. He’s been recently placed in charge of it.”

She eagerly nods and you discuss more on the systematics of the job before she’s departing, a wide grin on his features and hope sparking in her eyes. 

You watch her leave, leaning against the door to your office and crossing your arms as the wave of nostalgia hits you. 

It had been simply a year and yet everything’s changed. You’re no longer conducting meetings or conjuring reports, instead you’re managing and organizing essential components within your department, stepping up as a leader. 

And of course, you’re not the only one. 

“Did you notice?” A man at his cubicle whispers to his coworker, loud enough for you to hear, “This company’s stocks have shot up! Everything's green.” 

“Well, yeah.” His co-worker snorts, “But for how long?” 

“It’s been like the past couple of months, the pattern hasn’t changed.” 

His co-worker raises a brow, “Really?” 

The man furiously nods, “I’m definitely going to invest.” He glances back at his computer, clearing displaying the stock market rather than working. 

His coworker laughs, “It’s probably because we’ve had a new CEO for a while now.” 

“Oh yeah, CEO Seokjin.” He remarks casually, “You know, I’ve seen pictures of him. Apparently he’s really good-looking in person. They call him ‘Worldwide Handsome’ and everything.” 

“Yeah?” His coworker leans over in curiosity and a chuckle leaves you as they attempt to search up pictures of him. 

“Interesting, isn’t it?” A deep voice draws you from the interaction. 

You turn to see a tall man standing before you, adorned in a black suit and with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He grins, two dimples appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Watching employees fawn over Seokjin?” You mimic his smile, “A bit.” 

Namjoon chuckles, and you muse how the man’s barely changed. He’s still CFO, running his department with uttermost attention and swiftly improving things when he can. 

You had grown closer to him within the past year, finding him to be kind and oddly enough, very easy to relate to when it came to Jin’s antics. 

“He’s done a lot for this company.” He reminisces, “Something he definitely boasts about, though.” 

“Oh, yeah.” His self-praises have always been never-ending, “That’s Seokjin for you.” 

You had watched it all in amazement at first, from his growth in managing the entire company to implementing new ideas and innovations. All while you took upon your Managing role, getting the nice incentive of seeing his progress in the workplace. 

You turn to Namjoon with a smile, watching the clock from across the room. 

“I have to get back to work, but are you free this evening by any chance?” 

Namjoon thoughtfully ponders, “I should be, unless the department decides to have problems right when I’m trying to go home.” 

You laugh at that, “Why do you ask?” 

There’s a large grin on your lips. 

“Let’s just say your evening has now been booked.” 

“I’m home!” 

Your voice echoes against the walls, silence greeting you back. 

A deep sigh leaves you at that, but it’s not long before Yuna is running to you. 

“Y/N!” 

“Yuna!” You wrap your arms around her and she smiles, “How was school?” 

“Good, I was working on some homework.” She glances around the door, dismay filling her eyes. “Where’s Jin?” 

You grimace, “He didn’t come with me, he’s still at work.” 

“Aw, okay.” She pouts, and you mull over how her reaction is so similar to how you’re feeling. 

The past year has held a lot of changes for both you and Jin, the most being namely dealing with work. Both of you had long acknowledged that you had busy careers, the responsibilities on your plate having increased tenfold. 

And when it ultimately resulted in either of you barely getting a chance to see each other for a couple of weeks, Jin suggested something that had you nearly choking.

“What if we just moved in together?” He remarks over the phone, “It’ll solve your dilemma of getting a new apartment too.” 

He had been right – your lease was expiring soon and the landlord had yet again hiked up the price. You luckily were in more of a stable financial place at that point, but a part of you wanted to get out of that apartment, wanting to have more space for Yuna to grow up in. 

“I don’t know…” You truthfully confess, “Wouldn’t you want to stay with your parents?” 

He chuckles, “I can still visit them, plus I’ve been getting to see them more often than you.” 

You hum, deeply contemplating his words. 

“You know, this won’t change any of my plans.” He brings up, “I still plan on marrying you.” 

Your breath hitches, and he catches you off guard for a second time. 

You had been aware of his plans, one day truthfully asking him where he felt like your relationship was progressing towards, and he had told you about his desire of being with you in the long-term. But the both of you agreed that you weren’t ready at the exact moment, that you wanted to progress further into your lives before officially tying the knot. However, ever since then it quickly became something Jin loved to tease you about, abruptly getting onto his knees randomly in public areas that made you freak out.

Because you told him that if he ever proposed to you in public, all the sudden attention from onlookers would make you actually want to cry. 

“I’m still firm on my words.” You note, “If you propose in front of people, I will cry, and it won’t exactly be out of joy.” 

He laughs on the other end, “I know, but I still got to bring it up, okay? What if someone else comes up and snatches you away?” 

“Kim Seokjin, I’ve been dating you for a whole year.” You state, hearing his squeaky laughter radiate through your ear. “Surely, I’m still interested.” 

“Of course you are.” He scoffs, “Are we just going to pretend you didn’t originally fall head over heels because of my handsome face?” 

You snort at that, playing along. “I mean, you aren’t bad looking.” 

“Right? Like where else are you going to find someone like me?!” 

You had laughed at his antics, enjoying listening to him but sincerely missing just having him around, catching his reactions to your words or even worse, your terrible ones to his bad jokes. 

It had been the deciding factor in wanting to move in together and it has been something you had endlessly questioned Yuna about, asking if she was comfortable with having him around in the vicinity. 

Because as much as you loved Jin, Yuna was always your top priority – something he truly understood. 

To your surprise, Yuna was over the moon about the idea. Her and Jin had gotten close, to the point where you muse that she saw him something akin to an older brother. That, plus the fact that you knew she didn’t mind his exceptional cooking skills when it came down to meals. 

As a result, you two of you had the fun adventure of going apartment searching together, checking out different locations with various layouts, before setting onto one that was more spacious compared to your old one, but small enough to still be cozy. 

But unfortunately, you occasionally still have days like this – where you’re expecting Jin to emerge from one of the doors in your shared home, only to receive a text from him that he’s gotten held up at work. Normally, you’re fine about it, having acknowledged that part of his work life, but you wish it wasn’t today. 

Yuna waves you goodbye, and you depart out for the night. 

Taehyung’s eyes rack over the menu. 

“I think I’ll get the noodles.” He states, glancing at the man seated next to him. “What do you think?” 

“The soup sounds kind of good.” Jimin ponders, leaning over to view as well. 

Taehyung draws his attention towards it. 

“As long as it isn’t radish based…” 

A chuckle comes from across the table, “Don’t worry, I don’t think this place serves radish soup.” 

Taehyung glances at Jungkook, who smiles and leans back in his seat. 

A woman at the table crosses her arms, “What’s wrong with radish soup?” 

“It’s a long story.” They both mutter in unison and Hana raises a brow, glancing at Yoongi who just simply shakes his head. 

“Speaking of which, Hoseok said he’ll be here soon and Y/N says she’s on the way.” Jungkook is looking down on his phone, “She said that she invited Namjoon as well, but that Jin can’t make it.” 

“Aw, really?” Taehyung pouts, and Jungkook solemnly nods. 

Jungkook grimaces, “Yeah, she said he got held up at work.” 

“Being CEO is so grueling…” Jimin mutters. 

Yoongi deeply sighs, “Especially when you don’t even get to come to your own restaurant.” 

The door at the front suddenly opens, and Hoseok emerges with a bright grin. 

“Hi, guys!” 

“Hyung!” Jungkook swivels around, squinting his eyes. “Are you alone?” 

“Not quite.” You peek your head from behind him, with Namjoon sheepishly smiling in the back. 

In an instant, Taehyung gets up from his seat. “You’re all here!” 

You laugh at that, a huge smile spreading across your features. Taking a glance around, the restaurant is busy, tables are packed and waiters are walking around, hurriedly getting orders. 

It’s more than Jin could have dreamed about, working consistently on managing the place as well as his CEO duties. But it quickly turned into a hub spot for employees from your company to frequent, and of course – your collective meet up spot. 

Slipping in the seat next to Hana and Yoongi, you smile as Namjoon sits down next to you and Hoseok joins Jungkook. 

“First things first.” Taehyung declares, “There is a man within the vicinity that has long gotten rid of his plants–” 

“Oh my god.” Hoseok covers his face, and Jungkook loudly laughs. 

“–a man that no longer calls himself single, he is a new man, one we must–”

“Are you actually narrating all of this?” Yoongi remarks and Taehyung pouts. 

“It’s fun, though!” He whines. 

Hoseok clears his throat, “Taehyung – as much as I appreciate it, the embarrassment might kill me.” He sheepishly laughs, “Do you mind just skipping to the part of congratulating me?” 

Taehyung seems to contemplate for a moment, before clapping his hands together. 

“Fine.” He affirms, “Congrats, Hoseok!” 

He beams and everyone chimes in, making you grin. 

You lean forward, “So when are we meeting her?” 

“Dasom’s a little shy,” He explains, “But I think with time, she would love to meet you guys.” 

“Oh, so her name is Dasom?” Hana smirks, making eye contact with you, to which you laugh. 

“Where did you meet?” You wonder and Hoseok grows endearingly flustered. 

“Actually, through our parents…..” He explains, “She’s the daughter of one of my mom’s friends.”

“Told you to listen to your mom.” Yoongi mutters, causing Hoseok to scoff and Hana to laugh. 

“Well, I’m happy for you.” Taehyung insists, “And just a little jealous since no one loves me.” 

“You have me!” Jimin presses on, making his friend smile a bit. 

“Jimin! My best friend!” He hugs him, causing Jimin to giggle. 

“Hey,” Jungkook scoffs, “What am I then?” 

“Oh, you’re still here?” Taehyung teases, causing him to be offended and for Jimin to pat his back, saying ‘I’m your friend too’. 

Jungkook sighs, eyeing you. “I miss Jin.” 

Taehyung pouts, “Yeah, Mr. CEO isn’t here.” 

You nod somberly, understanding their sentiments and Namjoon speaks up. 

“I’ve gotten in touch with him a couple of times, obviously through work.” He states, pushing up his glasses, “He’s seem to be hounded lately.” 

“Have you been doing okay?” Hana keenly whispers, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m okay!” You grow skittish underneath her concerned gaze. “Really, I am. It’s what happens when you’re with businessmen.” 

“Trust me, I know.” Hana snorts, making knowing eye contact with Yoongi who playfully raises an eyebrow at her. “Enough of the sad tales now, let’s get some drinks!” 

“Amen to that!” Hoseok nods, flickering his eyes through the menu. 

Soon, orders are being placed back and forth, alongside Hana insisting everyone to get drinks. 

Within a matter of moments, glasses are clinking together, and you grin, having missed being surrounded by all your friends. 

You stumble into your apartment complex. 

Jamming your hand into your purse, you attempt to fish out your keys, eyes squinting through the darkness. Your hand luckily hits metal soon, and the familiar jingling sound resonates through your ears. 

Putting the key, you twist the lock and push against the door. 

You’re greeted to a completely dark apartment, save for a light spilling out from the corner. You frown, knowing that Yuna would definitely be asleep by now. 

Unless– 

Your eyes dramatically widen, having completely forgotten that it was late into the night. The sound of a keyboard typing resonates through the walls and alarms you. 

You frantically pace further into the home. 

Jin nearly screams when the door comes swinging open, a hand coming over his chest to steady his racing heartbeat. You idle at the door, staring at him with rounded irises from afar. 

“Am I hallucinating?” You blurt out and he laughs at your expression, turning away from his work laptop. 

“You’re not.” He states with a smile, “I’m finally home, but I had to bring work with me.” He points to the laptop behind him with a wince.

“Oh…” 

“Are you drunk?” He loudly ponders, wondering why you’re just standing at the door and still gawking at him in confusion. 

You immediately shake your head, “I might’ve…had a drink or two.” 

“One or two, which was it?” He chuckles, adjusting his reading glasses and crossing his arms. 

“Maybe it was more than two.” You deflect, waddling over to the chair next to him. 

Plopping down a bit dramatically, you wrap your arms around him with a pout. “I missed you.” 

He chuckles, hugging you back, “I missed you too.” 

You hear the soft sound of typing start up again, assuming that he was back to working. “You know, everyone was missing you today too.” 

He sighs, “I wish I could have come, it’s just been so hectic these days.” 

You frown, “My work’s been kind of boring lately, like really…mundane.”

“The workplace being boring and mundane?” He playfully remarks, “Hm, who would have known?” 

A silly smile crosses your lips at that and you lean against him, tugging on his sleeve. 

“Stop working, I want attention.” 

“Y/N, it’s important I finish this.” He states and you childishly pout. 

“Yeah, but I’m more important.” You persist, throwing him puppy dog eyes that make him laugh.

He finally gives in, turning away from his laptop. 

“You know, you’re ridiculously adorable when you’re drunk.”

You grin at that, “–and it somehow feels like we’ve switched personalities.” 

“Oh!” You exclaim, catching his attention. “I can do this, just gimme a minute!” 

He frowns, but still watches as you stagger in standing up. 

You use your most dramatic voice, “Don’t you know? I’m the most handsomest person in the world, just look at my face.” 

You strike a model pose and Jin instantly bursts out laughing, squeakiness flooding the room. 

“Wow – you are so bad at impersonating me.” 

“Hey! Don’t laugh!” You chide as he keeps on laughing, shaking his head and muttering ‘it’s just so bad’. 

“I worked hard on it.” You profess, a giant pout lining your lips. He reaches out, holding onto your hands. 

“Okay, okay – I’m sorry, I won’t laugh anymore.” He truthfully states and a smile makes its way to your lips. 

“Good.” 

“Now then, since you’re obviously drunk and look exhausted.” He gets up, walking from his desk over to the bed in the middle of the room. “Maybe it’s time to call it a night?” 

You nod, mulling over his words and sitting down quietly on the edge. 

But then–

“Are you sure this is not just an excuse for you to keep working?” 

“A bit.” He chuckles at you catching onto his intentions, and you frown. 

“Then at least stay with me before I fall asleep.” 

He softly smiles, “Of course.” 

You plant yourself against the bed, not even bothering to change out of your work clothes. Jin takes the blanket at the edge and tucks it over you, watching your eyes begin to droop and succumb to fatigue. 

“Jin?” You whisper into the silence, mind still clouded with the alcohol. 

“Yeah?” 

“You know I love you, right?” 

He chuckles, “I know, you’ve told me several times by now.” 

“You better marry me.” You sleepily mumble, “Don’t run away, I don’t want to chase you again.” 

“I’m not going to run away, Y/N.” He chides and you let out a sound, something akin to acknowledgement. 

“Y/N?” He calls out, but you don’t respond. Instead, he hears your breath begin to even out, and assumes you had finally fallen asleep. 

Gyrating around, he trudges over to the desk, ready to resume his work. But his gaze shifts, eyes wavering to the bottom drawer. 

Yanking it out, he retrieves a small box hidden in the back, opening it to reveal a shining diamond ring. 

A small smile curls on his lips. 

***

His eyes avert around, anxiously taking in the sheer amount of people surrounding him. They all take curious glances and peeks at him, a spotlight following wherever he goes. 

“Y/N!” 

He swivels, watching a young woman emerge in front of his father and one of the Finance Managers. She’s dressed in a simple black dress, large eyes bright and a polite smile on her lips. 

He observes as your eyes widen with the appearance of his father. 

“This is Kim Namjung, the CEO.” His father smiles and you quickly clear your throat, calmly greeting him. “And this is‒”

He feels all eyes plant onto him with his father’s words, downcasting his gaze from the scrutiny. “I’d like you to meet my son, Seokjin.” 

“It’s very nice to meet you.” His eyes flicker up for the briefest of moments, noticing your outreached hand. Your smile is no longer polite, instead it’s welcoming, a nice change from some of the horrendous and overbearing people he’s had to encounter today. 

“Y-Y/N, right?” You nod with a kind grin. Suddenly, there’s a tap to your shoulder and you swivel around, wide eyes taking in another individual from the company. 

He watches it all – the way you conduct yourself with poise, the confidence in your stance and words, and of course, the way you smile, a constant pleasant professional upturn to your lips. 

A small smile curls on his lips, wondering if he’ll ever get the pleasure to encounter someone like you in the workplace again.

[realinspirations]

Malala Yousafzai: A Symbol of Courage and Advocacy for Education

 Malala Yousafzai is a globally recognized advocate for women's education, human rights, and peace. Born on July 12, 1997, in the Swat Valley of Pakistan, Malala’s life has been defined by her exceptional bravery and resilience in the face of oppression. Her story, marked by tragedy and triumph, has stimulated thousands and thousands around the sector and highlighted the urgent need for equitable access to schooling.

MalalaYousafzai inspiring story

Early Life and Love for Learning

Malala was raised in Mingora, a small city inside the Swat Valley, which turned into recognized for its picturesque splendor but later became infamous due to the upward thrust of the Taliban. Her father, Ziauddin Yousafzai, changed into an educator and activist who ran a women's faculty. His innovative beliefs deeply prompted Malala, instilling in her a love for getting to know and a perception of the transformative power of training. From an early age, Malala developed a passion for academics and frequently dreamed of becoming a physician.

Swat Valley’s surroundings were modified substantially in 2007 when the Taliban took control. The militant organization imposed strict Sharia law, banning ladies from attending school, enforcing strict dress codes, and curtailing freedom of expression. Amidst this oppression, Malala started out speaking out, even though she was most effective as a young girl at the time.

Speaking Out Against the Taliban

In 2009, at just eleven years old, Malala commenced writing a weblog for the BBC Urdu Service under a pseudonym, chronicling her studies while residing under the Taliban's rule. Her entries revealed the tough realities of existence in Swat Valley, from bombings to the concern of dropping the proper to education. She courageously defined how the Taliban’s influence threatened her desires and the futures of endless different ladies.

Her articulate and heartfelt words won enormous interest, making her an image of resistance. Despite the risk, Malala persisted in advising for girls' education, acting in interviews and public forums. Her activism earned her popularity, however it also attracted the ire of the Taliban. By 2012, she had emerged as a target of their violence.

The Assassination Attempt

On October 9, 2012, Malala’s lifestyle was modified all the time. While returning domestic from school, she changed into ambushed by way of a Taliban gunman who boarded her school bus and shot her in the head. The bullet struck her left eye socket, facing down her neck. Two different girls have been injured in the assault. The global held its breath as Malala was airlifted to a hospital in Peshawar and later transferred to Birmingham, United Kingdom, for superior medical remedy.

Remarkably, Malala survived the attack. Her restoration was long and hard, requiring a couple of surgical procedures and rehabilitation. Yet, in preference to succumbing to fear, she emerged stronger and more determined to fight for her motive. The strive on her life sparked international outrage and took an extraordinary interest in the plight of ladies denied training.

Global Advocacy and the Malala Fund

In 2013, Malala co-founded the Malala Fund along with her father to champion training for women internationally. The agency's objectives to interrupt boundaries to schooling, consisting of poverty, gender discrimination, and violence. It supports neighborhood activists and advocates in nations like Afghanistan, Nigeria, and Pakistan, ensuring that girls can get entry to twelve years of unfastened, secure, and first-rate education.

Malala’s advocacy has taken her to several worldwide structures, such as the United Nations, wherein she brought a powerful speech on her 16th birthday in 2013. Declaring, "One child, one trainer, one book, and one pen can exchange the sector," she emphasized the importance of training as a well-known proper.

Nobel Peace Prize and Continued Impact

In 2014, Malala became the youngest recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize at the age of 17. She shared the award with Kailash Satyarthi, an Indian baby rights activist, highlighting their shared commitment to finishing toddler labor and selling schooling. The Nobel Committee diagnosed Malala’s “heroic conflict” and her function as a “leading spokesperson for girls' right to schooling.”

Her achievements didn’t stop there. Malala pursued her very own training, earning a diploma in Philosophy, Politics, and Economics from the University of Oxford in 2020. She endured to apply her platform to deal with international issues, including the plight of refugees, climate exchange, and the continued fight for gender equality.

Challenges and Criticisms

Despite her sizable acclaim, Malala has confronted grievances and challenges. Some skeptics in Pakistan accused her of being a Western puppet or questioned her motives, reflecting the deep-seated societal and political divisions in her place of origin. Others argued that her fame overshadowed grassroots activists working for similar reasons. Nonetheless, Malala has remained steadfast, frequently addressing those criticisms with grace and humility.

Legacy and Inspiration

Malala’s tale resonates throughout the globe as a testimony to the power of resilience and the significance of standing up for one’s ideals. Her efforts have made tangible changes, with hundreds of thousands of women having access to education and global agencies prioritizing gender equity in colleges.

She has also stimulated a new technology of activists, especially young ladies, to assign oppressive systems. From advocating for displaced girls in struggle-torn areas to amplifying the voices of those marginalized with the aid of poverty, Malala’s paintings keep interrupting boundaries.

The Broader Implications of Malala’s Work

Malala’s advocacy extends beyond schooling; it challenges deeply rooted societal norms perpetuating inequality. By advocating for ladies' education, she addresses interconnected troubles like infant marriage, monetary dependency, and political disempowerment. Research continuously indicates that knowledgeable girls are much more likely to take part in the workforce, advocate for their rights, and contribute to national improvement. Malala’s efforts, therefore, have a ways-attaining implications for global progress.

[emanblr]

I was just thinking that the zionists must hate the fact that the heinous acts they were doing for decades on a daily basis like abducting and shooting Palestinian kids without the world knowing or talking about are now exposed on a large scale. And how a big part of the world knows what israels been doing and how cruel is its lust for Palestinian land.

There are so many intelligent people who did their own research in figuring out why October 7 happened in the first place why Palestinian resistance exists and like as a whole what was going on before oct 7. I mean yes there are folks who are totally brainwashed and like slaves follow whatevers been fed to them by their ancestors and the western media but still the worldwide support for Palestine by specially the younger generation is enormous considering everything so those brainwashed ones shouldn’t upset us that much.

Now theres endless real life video evidence of the suffering of Palestinian civilians due to Israel and not to forget the videos of barbaric and utterly disgusting acts by IDF and confessions and hate speeches by israeli govt officials and settlers, and its crazy they recorded and posted most of this themselves.

[blackrebelphotographyclub]

I don’t know what to say. It’s frightening, in itself, that I would not know what to say. This isn’t a time to be silent, this isn’t a time for polite delays in speech. It’s a time of agonising screams, and yet I feel nothing would escape this Klimt-sized mouth.

There are concentric fears: the stomach-churning live-streamed abject reality, and the endless and broad ramifications of what it means for us, as individuals, for us, as a collective, and for us, in the future. Then there’s the external revolution: the Moon of this entire saga is whispering that history has already shown us what we need to do and should have done a long time ago.

There was Rwanda and there was Srebrenica and there was Darfur and in the distance, Armenia and Myanmar. Some were closer than others; most had a changing impact on politics and the law. Some, more than others. But none felt the gravity it should have been, the red flags we sort of ignored. Srebrenica was chilling, but Rwanda was sickening. Chechnya normalised so much everything became relative. I want to vomit just typing that.

My friend Spencer has already written so much about how the War on Terror has paved the way for this particular iteration of the Palestinian genocide, which has been ongoing for 76 years. Small disgusting increments, inhumane switches in policy, supremacist periods of short-term relief prolonged the Palestinian holocaust over many regimes, many world leaders, many social movements; but never enough movement, because no one believed Palestinians until last year.

A diaspora so wide, and yet no one was ready to use the g-word - legally sanctioned! - the way they would to accept the same proven and legal reality that our Gorta Mór was also one. Watch TV shows from the 1980s and 1990s and they would also refer to “the Middle East”, a colonialist sweeping generalisation that 9 times out of 10 actually means the Occupied Palestinian Territories (OPTs).

Violence upon Palestinians is in fact furniture. We have all grown up in its shadow. We have always, throughout our lifetimes, been exposed to their torture and their annihilation. Depending on how old you are, you have also heard about the First and the Second Intifada. You know there is resistance and you know this is an old story stemming from post war Europe. It was always there, like wallpaper in the background of a photo. It was always there, like roaring aircraft engines when you live under a flight path. It was always there, like the sound of your cat purring on your lap. The screams of Palestinians ripped with barbed wire shreds, the final sighs of Palestinian detainees in hunger strikes, the roaring aircraft engines of fighter jets about to deliver their load of death.

The world changed in 2023. Hyperinformation means that this time, the Occupation would be seen live, but teenagers on their phones all day. And the Occupation failed to reach them; they don’t listen to UN debates, they don’t watch CNN religiously, and they already know governments lie. So the teenagers transferred their anger to the BDS national committee, now causing international multi billion dollar corporations to discuss record loss of profit. The teenagers sent hundreds of millions worldwide to be in the streets. They moved the needle. There will be a political reckoning in the Empires that the sun is about to set.

But it doesn’t make a difference in Palestine. The olive trees are still bulldozed, there has not been water or food in weeks, and hundreds of ancestral family lines have been wiped out. The loss of incomparable. It is tangible. It is now extending to Lebanon, and I have never smelled genocide coming so close to me. It was almost touching my nose. And every day, I am grateful, for a few seconds, that none of the name of the martyrs sound like mine. The gratitude then evaporates completely, because there is nothing anyone is doing to stop the genocide. We are only here to be witnesses to the global shame. At our best, we can and will demand accountability. At worst, we will soon return to normalcy.

We should not let whatever world or reality we are in now survive. We must commit to making a clean break, to refuse to even engage with what it is telling us. I think of Rafael Lemkin every day. I think about that quote from one of my favourite authors, Stefan Zweig, who died at the indirect hand of the Nazi regime. I think about what they’ve sacrificed to see the dawn after the darkest night; and to lead us away from it, long after they’re gone. What they described and vowed to end was what we know is a watershed moment in human history. What they know they were looking at is damnation or redemption. The Genocide Convention’s full name is clear that it is about the prevention of genocide. Everything about the text is about preventing it, stopping it, acknowledging it is coming, and acting before it is too late: stopping the media, stopping the weapons, stopping the dehumanisation. Because it was never to happen again.

There was Rwanda and there was Srebrenica and there was Darfur and in the distance, Armenia and Myanmar. But I’m not sure how to survive the helplessness one of the likely only total exterminations is causing. Stefan Zweig famously left Austria in 1941, writing The Chessplayer on his crossing to Latin America. He shot himself with a long rifle in his bathtub. The note he left behind was, “May my friends see the sun rise after this longest, darkest night. I, too impatient, am going first.”

Feel the grief, let it penetrate your bones, then let’s end this.

[casual-music-enjoyer]

Genocide in Palestine

Intro:

If you have been on the internet for the past few months, you have probably seen the genocide Israel is committing against Palestine. These endless sights of tragedy and violence have been both confusing and disturbing to witness. In addition to this, many other genocides and crises are occuring worldwide at the same time as this genocide. This accumulation of violence worldwide is absolutely heartbreaking to watch and can make you feel hopeless, like nothing can be done about these injustices. 

In reaction to this, I want to recommend some artists whose music celebrates the culture of these disenfranchised communities, and/or exemplifies the struggle that they had to go through in the past and the present to be who they are today. 

It is impossible to track decades of conflict in just an infographic or short blog post. What I aim to do is provide basic information on this genocide, recommend you music artists, and then provide additional resources for you to shift through and learn slowly. 

I am just one person, and according to my username I am just a casual music enjoyer. However, I urge you to read what I have to say, and to appreciate this music with me.

Genocide in Palestine:

On October 7th, 2023, Hamas, a Palestinian militant resistance group attacked over 20 civilian locations, military bases nearby, and an open air music festival near the Gaza Strip, killing 1,200 people and taking over 100 hostages. Israeli survivors described having to hide in their houses without food, water, or electricity for hours while Hamas carried out this attack. In reaction to this tragedy, Benjamin Netanyahu, the Prime Minister of Israel, decided to bomb the Gaza Strip shortly after the attack. 

However, it was reported in November that the bombing killed over 10,500, almost half of them being children. This bombing has continued non-stop into the present day, with there only being a four day ceasefire between Israel and Palestine from November 24th to November 28th, 2023. About 2 million people are internally displaced in Gaza, almost the entire population of an area that is 141 sq mi. Last month, Rafah, the zone in Southern Gaza declared as safe by Israel, and Gaza’s largest city, was attacked by Israel. The Israeli strike killed over 95 civilians, 42 of them being children, and Israel is currently preparing for a ground invasion of Rafah.

Israel’s fight for Palestinian land has been present since its inception (I’d recommend looking up the Nakba and the historical timeline of the ethnic cleansing of Palestine). The creation of Israel was on the basis of Zionism, the belief that Jewish people have the right to Palestine because it roughly corresponds with the Land of Israel in the Torah (a lot of definitions include that Jewish people have the right to self-determination over the land, aka establish and maintain Israel).

However, there is evidence that Arab and Jewish people both originated in that area of land. This evidence supports that both religious populations descended from the Canaanites, an ethnic umbrella term for the indigenous populations in the southern Levant during the Bronze Age. Archaeological evidence suggests that both modern day Palestinian people and Jewish people largely originated from this population. This mixed descent of the Canaanites shows that Israel does not have the right to kill and push out Palestinian people out of their land for a single Jewish ethnostate. Self determination is important, but not at the genocide of an entire population of people.

With this background of the Palestinian genocide, I want to highlight an artist that has persisted before and throughout this genocide: the El-Funoun Palestinian Dance Troupe.

The El-Funoun Palestinian Dance Troupe is a traditional Palestinian dance company founded in 1979 that is completely volunteer based, and has performed over 1,000 performances locally and internationally.

Now you may be wondering, what does this have to do with music? I thought we were talking about music artists. You are correct, the El-Funoun Palestinian Dance Troupe has released traditional folk music across various streaming platforms to play during their dances (included in review of artist).

These songs highlight the long struggle for Palestinian liberation since Israel's inception, and to celebrate Palestinian culture through traditional dances like "dabke", and more elaborate dances birthed through the dance troupe's own creativity.

On their Instagram, they post about their productions, the current genocide in Gaza, and how they show support for Palestinians. They reject all funding from Western powers that do not condemn Israel for genocide (according to this post), and fully support the cause for a ceasefire in Gaza.

In Review:

Recommended Artist:

El-Funoun Palestinian Dance Troupe

Song(s) of Choice:

Don't Leave - El-Funoun Palestinian Dance Troupe

Folktronic Mafraq Haifa (Ehab Haniyah mix) - El-Funoun Palestinian Dance Troupe

Streaming Platforms:

Youtube (with dances), Spotify, Apple Music, TIDAL, SoundCloud (only one song posted by someone not affiliated with the company) Internet Archive (only one song again :( ), listube

Social Media Platforms:

Instagram, Youtube, and Facebook

[ressichem]

From Liquid to Luminous: Captivating Artistry with Epoxy Resin

In recent years, the world of art has witnessed a mesmerizing transformation with the advent of epoxy resin. What was once limited to industrial applications, such as epoxy flooring, has now evolved into an extraordinary artistic medium. Epoxy resin art has gained immense popularity due to its versatility, vibrant colors, and captivating luminosity. Artists and enthusiasts alike are embracing this unique medium to create stunning masterpieces that defy traditional artistic boundaries. In this blog, we will explore the fascinating world of epoxy resin art, its remarkable properties, and the boundless possibilities it offers to unleash one's creativity.

The Magic of Epoxy Resin:

Epoxy resin is a two-part liquid material composed of epoxy resin and a hardener. When combined, they undergo a chemical reaction that transforms the mixture into a solid, durable, and glossy material. One of the most remarkable properties of epoxy resin is its ability to capture and reflect light, creating a luminous and ethereal effect. This characteristic, along with its self-leveling nature, makes it an ideal medium for creating captivating art.

Epoxy resin art offers an extensive palette of vibrant colors and textures. Artists can blend pigments and dyes into the resin to achieve stunning, translucent hues. The resin can also be manipulated using various techniques like pouring, layering, and swirling, enabling artists to create intricate patterns and abstract designs. The possibilities are truly limitless.

Creating Masterpieces:

Epoxy resin art has captivated artists worldwide, enabling them to unleash their creativity in exciting and unique ways. Let's delve into some popular techniques and styles within this medium.

Fluid Art: This technique involves pouring and manipulating the resin on a canvas or wooden panel, allowing it to flow and create mesmerizing abstract patterns. Artists can use various additives like alcohol inks, acrylic paints, or metallic powders to enhance fluidity and visual impact.

Geode Art: Inspired by the beauty of natural gemstones, geode art involves creating resin formations that resemble the intricate patterns and vibrant colors found in geodes. By using pigments, crystals, and metallic accents, artists can mimic the striking beauty of these geological wonders.

Resin Jewelry: Epoxy resin's versatility extends beyond traditional canvas art. Artists can craft exquisite jewelry pieces by pouring resin into molds and embedding various elements like dried flowers, gemstones, or metallic flakes. The result is a wearable work of art that encapsulates both elegance and individuality.

Beyond the Canvas: Epoxy Flooring:

While epoxy resin art has taken the art world by storm, its application extends far beyond galleries and studios. Epoxy flooring has become increasingly popular for its durability, easy maintenance, and aesthetic appeal. From residential spaces to commercial establishments, epoxy flooring offers a seamless, glossy finish that can withstand heavy traffic and resist stains.

Epoxy flooring comes in various styles, including solid colors, metallic finishes, and even 3D illusions. This versatile flooring option allows homeowners and business owners to transform their spaces into visually stunning environments that complement their unique style.

Conclusion:

Epoxy resin art has revolutionized the world of creativity, providing artists with a dynamic medium to express their imagination. From fluid abstracts to intricate jewelry pieces, the possibilities within epoxy resin art are endless. The luminous, glossy finish and vibrant colors of epoxy resin captivate viewers and bring life to any space. Moreover, epoxy flooring has become a practical and stylish choice for those seeking durability and visual appeal in their living or working environments. As epoxy resin continues to evolve and inspire artists worldwide, we can anticipate even more breathtaking and awe-inspiring creations in the future. So, grab some epoxy resin, unleash your artistic spirit, and let the magic unfold on canvas or floor, as you embark on a journey of liquid turned luminous artistry.

[carmensolny]

Transparently Chic: Embrace the Jelly Bag Craze and Make a Fashion Statement

In the world of fashion, trends come and go, but there's one style that has captured the attention of fashionistas everywhere: the jelly bag. These transparent accessories have taken the fashion industry by storm, offering a unique and stylish way to carry your essentials. With their vibrant colors and versatility, jelly bags from Carmen Sol have become a must-have item for women looking to make a fashion statement.

Jelly bags are not your average handbags. Made from high-quality, durable PVC material, these bags offer a modern twist on the classic tote or crossbody design. The transparent nature of jelly bags adds a playful and whimsical touch to any outfit, allowing you to showcase your personal style with a hint of transparency.

Carmen Sol, a renowned brand in the fashion industry, has embraced the jelly bag craze and has become a leader in creating stylish and functional jelly bags for women. Their collection features a wide range of designs, from classic totes to trendy crossbody bags, all crafted with meticulous attention to detail.

One of the key advantages of Carmen Sol's jelly bags is their versatility. These bags are available in a spectrum of vibrant colors, allowing you to find the perfect match for any outfit or occasion. Whether you're heading to the beach, attending a summer festival, or simply running errands around town, a jelly bag from Carmen Sol will add a touch of chicness to your ensemble.

What sets Carmen Sol's jelly bags apart is not just their style, but also their functionality. Each bag is carefully designed to provide ample space for your belongings, with interior compartments and pockets to keep you organized. The durable PVC material is water-resistant, making these bags ideal for beach trips or rainy days. Additionally, the adjustable straps and handles ensure a comfortable fit, allowing you to carry your essentials with ease.

Jelly bags have become more than just a trendy fashion accessory; they have also become a symbol of sustainability. Carmen Sol is committed to eco-conscious practices, using non-toxic and recyclable materials in the production of their bags. By choosing a jelly bag from Carmen Sol, you're not only making a fashion statement but also contributing to a greener future.

These stylish and eco-friendly women jelly bags have captured the hearts of fashion-forward women worldwide. From fashion bloggers to celebrities, the jelly bag craze shows no signs of slowing down. Embrace the trend and let your personal style shine through with a Carmen Sol jelly bag.

Whether you opt for a classic clear jelly tote or a bold colored crossbody, these accessories are sure to turn heads wherever you go. Pair them with a breezy summer dress, a casual denim ensemble, or even a sleek evening outfit; the possibilities are endless.

In conclusion, the jelly bag craze has taken the fashion world by storm, and Carmen Sol has established itself as a go-to brand for women looking to embrace this trend. Their stylish, versatile, and eco-friendly jelly beach bags offer the perfect combination of fashion and functionality. So, why wait? Embrace the jelly bag craze today and make a fashion statement that is transparently chic.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Santa Baby

pairing: Tyler owen’s x f! popstar girlfriend

The stage was bathed in warm, festive light as snowflakes made of glitter descended from the rafters. The audience buzzed with excitement, eagerly awaiting the star of the night. Y/N’s highly anticipated Christmas special was live, showcasing her new holiday album. Fans worldwide tuned in to witness her performance, and among them was her proudest supporter her boyfriend turned fiancé, Tyler Owens, seated in the front row.

Y/N’s voice soared through classic carols and original songs, each note wrapping the room in holiday magic. Dressed in a red velvet gown that shimmered under the lights, she was the picture of festive elegance. Her diamond necklace sparkled with every turn, but her smile was the true showstopper. Tyler leaned forward in his seat, utterly entranced, his blue eyes never leaving her.

Then came the moment that would be talked about for weeks. The band struck up the jazzy, slinky notes of Santa Baby, and the audience erupted into cheers. The curtains parted to reveal Y/N in a dazzling new outfit: a fitted red velvet bodice trimmed with soft white fur, paired with thigh-high boots and a sparkling Santa hat. She strutted across the stage, microphone in hand, her playful grin promising something extraordinary.

Tyler chuckled as she made eye contact with him, her flirty energy aimed directly his way. He shook his head, already knowing she was about to steal the show.

Her sultry voice filled the air:

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me…

The crowd swayed along, their energy building with every lyric. Y/N’s performance was captivating, her charm impossible to resist. Tyler’s grin grew wider as she playfully gestured toward him during the bridge:

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

The audience roared with laughter and applause at her antics. Tyler, his face beaming with pride, clapped along, his eyes shining with admiration. But then, the atmosphere shifted as she reached the iconic line:

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing a ring…

Y/N paused dramatically, her voice trailing off as she raised her left hand. The spotlight caught it, making the enormous diamond engagement ring glitter like the North Star. Gasps and cheers erupted from the crowd, and Tyler froze, caught completely off guard. For a moment, he looked stunned, but then his face broke into the most radiant smile, his eyes glassy with emotion.

The cameras panned to him, capturing his reaction as he stood, clapping and laughing, his expression one of pure love and pride. Y/N flashed him a cheeky grin, finishing the line with a twist:

…and I don’t mean on the phone!

The theater exploded with applause. Y/N gave a playful twirl, blowing Tyler a kiss and mouthing, I love you. He returned it with a blown kiss of his own, shaking his head as if to say, You’re unbelievable.

By the time Y/N finished her set, the news had already gone viral. Social media lit up with clips of the performance, fans gushing over her flawless vocals and Tyler’s swooning reaction. Headlines blared:

“Pop Star Y/N Drops Engagement Bombshell During Christmas Special!”

“Tyler Owens and Y/N Are Officially Engaged And It’s the Holiday Surprise We Didn’t Know We Needed!”

The next morning, Tyler sat on the couch, scrolling through endless memes of his smitten expression. Y/N curled up beside him under a cozy blanket, her engagement ring catching the morning light.

“You really couldn’t wait to tell the world, huh?” he teased, showing her a tweet comparing him to a love-struck Hallmark movie character.

“What can I say?” she replied with a smirk. “I like making a statement.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Good. I want everyone to know I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Her smile softened as she laced her fingers with his. “Merry Christmas, Tyler.”

“Merry Christmas, future Mrs. Owens.”

That evening, as the snow continued to drift softly outside, they decided to celebrate their engagement with a romantic soak in the outdoor hot tub. The steam swirled into the crisp winter air, and the glow of the nearby fire pit illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows over the snow-covered patio.

Y/N stepped out onto the deck, wrapped in a plush robe, her cheeks rosy from the cold. Tyler was already in the tub, leaning back against the edge with his arms sprawled out, the muscles of his chest glistening from the rising steam. His blue eyes fixed on her with a heat that rivaled the bubbling water.

“Come on in, future Mrs. Owens,” he teased, his voice low and inviting.

Y/N smirked, dropping the robe to reveal her figure in a deep red bikini that matched the festive mood of the weekend. Tyler’s breath hitched, his gaze dragging over her like she was the only thing in the world.

“You’re staring,” she said playfully as she descended into the water, the warmth enveloping her instantly.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice rough as he pulled her closer the moment she settled in. “Look at you. You’re stunning.”

She slid onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The contrast of the hot water and the cool winter air made her shiver slightly, but Tyler’s hands on her hips quickly warmed her up.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Owens,” she murmured, trailing her fingers along his jawline.

Tyler chuckled, but it quickly turned into a groan when her lips brushed against his. The kiss started slow, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened as the tension between them simmered into something hotter than the water surrounding them. His hands roamed her back, sliding lower as he held her firmly against him.

“You know,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire, “you completely ruined me last night with that performance.”

“Good,” she whispered, biting her lip as she looked at him. “I wanted to drive you crazy.”

“Mission accomplished,” he said, his grip tightening as he kissed her again, his lips moving down to her neck, trailing over her collarbone.

“Tyler,” she breathed, her voice a mix of a plea and a tease.

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his blue eyes blazing. “Say it again,” he murmured.

“Tyler,” she repeated, her hands framing his face as her lips brushed against his in the faintest of kisses.

“No,” he whispered, his smirk returning as his hands dipped into the water, pulling her closer. “The other thing. The thing I’ve been waiting to hear all day.”

She smiled, her heart thundering in her chest. “I love you, Mr. Owen

Tyler’s laughter rumbled through the air before he captured her lips again, the kiss slow, sensual, and filled with the kind of love that made the world stand still. And as snowflakes melted on their heated skin, they knew this was the start of a holiday season they’d never forget.

[bearkunin]

I kind of eat this post up, because I just absolutely love the intersection of urban design and political culture.

But there are some weaknesses in the article. The idea of suburbia being a concerted top-down effort is being overstated. Suburbanization began in the 1920s at least, and is not a uniquely American phenomenon. Levittown was neither the first nor the only suburban experiment. Undoubtedly, American suburbanization intersected with ideas of race and gender - that is beyond dispute - but we need to question whether it was the driving force.

Pick Paris or Amsterdam or London or a non-American urban centre of your choice, and go a couple of kilometres to the fringes and you almost always find yourself in suburbia. It might look slightly different, but the endless rows of single family homes are a worldwide experience. Take this example from Bangkok, Thailand, which is just as monotonous and cookie cutter as your American McMansion hell:

The fact of the matter is - and I say this as someone who has invested in a non-single family home in a more urban area - a lot of people yearn for the lifestyle of suburbia. The "peace and quiet;" the four walls to call your own, without sharing them with neighbours; the quiet streets; and the big spacious McMansions. When governments heavily subsidise this, whatever the reason for, people are going to jump at the chance.

Because of that, we need to question whether the reasoning of a handful of American urban planners given over half a century ago actually still carries any weight today. Especially when white women working has skyrocketed and neighbourhoods are more racially integrated then ever before.

The original post states that the right wing contrivances at Target, the paranoia, the crime obsession etc is a "product of the unique shape of public life in America." But suburbanization is not uniquely American. Some of the most suburban cities in the world appear in, say, New Zealand and Australia. Over 70% of residential land in my (Australian) city is restricted for single family homes only.

The post also needs to grapple with the fact that American suburbs have actually been trending blue. In 2018, the Democrats saw success largely due to the suburbs. And again in 2020. And in 2022, the Democrats had one of the best incumbent mid-term showings in modern history again because of the suburbs. For all their flaws and faults, the Democrats and Joe "Trans Rights are the Civil Rights of Our Time" Biden are not the ones reflecting lunatics harassing Target staff over Pride merchandise.

The points about suburban isolation and hyper-individualism I really like, and something I find super interesting and compelling. But I think there needs to be more thinking about the diversity or polarisation of the suburbs. Why do some suburbs produce (or attract?) Resistant Lib Wine Mums who show their progressive cred by taking their private school kids to Drag Queen Story Hour, and why do other suburbs produce Qanon spouting miscreants doing the political equivalent of public defecation at a Target?

And so it makes sense that these are now the places where fascism grows; that’s what these places were designed for. The suburbs were invented as a reactionary tool against the women’s liberation and civil rights movements. The US government, in concert with banks, landowners, and home builders, created a way to try and stop all that, by separating people into single homes, removing public spaces, and ensuring that every neighborhood was segregated via redlining. The suburbs would keep white women at home, and would keep white men at work to afford that home. These were explicit goals of the designers: “No man who owns his house and lot can be a Communist,” said the creator of Levittown, the model suburb. “He has too much to do.” The reason Target has become the locus of today’s particular right-wing backlash is the same reason countless viral TikToks attempt to convince women that they’re at risk of being kidnapped every time they’re in a parking lot. It’s the reason why true crime is one of the most popular podcast genres in America, and why many refuse to travel without a gun by their side and shoot people if they set foot on their driveway.

[...]

It is of course true that these mass hysterias are part of an organized right-wing movement that is attacking human rights across the country—through legislation banning abortion, gender-affirming care, and books, and making it illegal for educators to teach American history accurately. But the shape this movement has taken is not coincidental; it is in fact the product of the unique shape of public life in America, or lack thereof. Suburbanites do not have town squares in which to protest. They do not have streets to march down. Target has become the closest thing many have to a public forum. We often hear that urban areas are more liberal and suburban ones more conservative, and we’re often told that this is because of race. That may be partly true, though cities are whiter than ever and suburbs more diverse than ever. Instead, it may be that suburbanism itself, as an ideology, breeds reactionary thinking and turns Americans into people constantly scared of a Big Bad Other. The suburban doctrine dictates that public space be limited, and conflict-free where it exists; that private space serve only as a place of commodity exchange; that surveillance, hyper-individualism, and constant vigilance are good and normal and keep people safe. It is an ideology that extends beyond the suburbs; it infects everything. Even cities, as Sarah Schulman writes in The Gentrification of the Mind, have become places where people expect convenience and calmness over culture and community. What is a life of living in a surveilled and amenity-filled high-rise and ordering all your food and objects from the Internet to your door if not a suburban life? To make matters worse, the people who have adopted this mindset do not see it as an ideology, but as the normal and right state of the world; they, as Schulman writes, “look in the mirror and think it’s a window.” So when anything, even a gay T-shirt, disrupts their view, they become scared.

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