#especially with everything going on in Palestine

[motziedapul]

"The Tumblr bubble about Palestine isn't real" is hilarious because multiple vocally and consistently pro Palestine politicians won the elections and pro Palestine sentiment is the general sentiment all over the world, especially in Asia, but even in many Western countries. People are overwhelmingly pro Palestine. It's a POPULAR sentiment. Even if their governments are trying to stifle this notion because they have arms and trade deals with the genociders.

Being anti genocide wouldn't have been enough for them to win Dems the elections, but being pro genocide but trying to maintain a veneer of "we're the good guys" hurt their chances way more.

There are many reasons she lost, and some of those reasons aren't even her fault (Biden dropping out late, racism and sexism, being part of the admin in the years people felt the worst effects of Trump's policies) others were absolutely the fault of her and her party (ignoring her electorate, trying to court Republicans, being pro genocide, not having a clear message, and insisting that everything was good and shouldn't change when the most energized electorate wanted change).

There wasn't a single liberal among the top 10 election streams on twitch, but there was a single leftist in the sea of right wingers in the top 5. Because leftists are the most energized electorate of the liberal side and the Democrat admin spent the entire year siccing cops on them for being pro Palestine or trying to brand them as terrorists.

You do not win an election by beating up your most energized voters. This isn't rocket science.

Kamala Harris was likely not going to win the popular vote despite the bubble the Democrats were in, but she had a chance to win the electoral college... Then proceeded to completely kill their chances by alienating the Muslim and Arab American vote in Michigan, A SWING STATE THAT COULD'VE HELPED WIN HER AN ELECTORAL COLLEGE VOTE.

But most importantly; Dems not only had a shortened campaign time, but Republicans have been campaigning for YEARS. They never stopped. The Dems pretending things are fine cannot fight against an enemy whose attack is CONTINUOUS.

Americans are not more conservative overall, because leftist, progressive and pro labour policy has been popularly voted in many states. American simply had no faith in the Democrats, except for the few who actually give a shit. Like Bernie Sanders, Rashida Tlaib, Ilhan Omar, even AOC (though she's on my personal shit list). People who Republicans attempt to brand as extreme because THEY HAVE CLEAR VALUES.

If your enemy is extreme, you cannot be centrist. You have to respond with strength of belief in opposition to their strength of belief. You don't court or collaborate with fascism to stop fascism. That's stupid. They're stupid.

I'm just frustrated

Running a clone of the 2016 Hillary Clinton campaign, alienating pro-Palestine voters, adopting conservative policies on immigration, doing virtually nothing to distinguish her platform from Biden's despite his unpopularity, what the fuck were they thinking

All of that in tandem with Americans becoming more and more conservative overall & Trump recruiting Kick streamers, Joe Rogan heads, and Elon fans man it just kills me

Posts about her losing primarily because she's a Black woman are so unserious 😭 we cant chalk this one up to misogynoir I fear it was a bad campaign made worse by the sheer momentum of fascism

[emmylksblog]

COLD NIGHT // Héctor Fort

summary: A tough week left you battling insecurities, and it all came crashing down during your boyfriend's celebratory dinner with the team. based on this request

genre: angst, comfort

warnings: anxiety

a/n: i feel like I’m getting worse at writing lately, and it never seems like I can fully capture what I imagine, especially since english isn’t my first language. I’m really sorry for that, and I truly appreciate everyone who’s been reading my fics—your support means so much to me! i also hope everyone is doing well with everything that’s going on in Spain and, especially, with the heartbreaking situation in Palestine. stay strong and take care of yourselves. Stay healthy! ❤️

It had been a tough week. Ever since your relationship with Héctor was made public, you’d been walking on eggshells. The pressure to keep up appearances weighed heavily on you, everyone seemed to want to know who the footballer’s girlfriend really was.

Of course, you’d gained haters instantly, and at first, you thought you could handle it. But all it did was add even more stress to your life.

Héctor noticed how distant you’d been with him lately, and he hoped that bringing you as his plus one to the team dinner would help things go back to normal.

As you walked into the restaurant with Héctor, you felt eyes on you from every direction. You tried to ignore it, putting on a small smile as you greeted his teammates and their partners. The noise and energy around the table were comforting, but a knot still tightened in your chest.

Sitting down beside Héctor, you tried to blend in, watching everyone else talk and laugh. Héctor’s hand found yours under the table, squeezing gently. He leaned closer, his voice soft, “You doing okay?”

Forcing another smile, you nodded, hoping it would be convincing enough. But Héctor didn’t buy it.

It felt strange trying to interact with Héctor the way you used to. None of this was his fault, but now, with everyone watching, you just couldn’t act like before. You didn’t want him to worry though, so you brushed your thumb gently over his hand.

“I’m really okay, don’t worry,” you said softly, your eyes fixed on your hands resting together in your lap.

He watched you closely, not entirely convinced, his thumb grazing your knuckles as if reassuring you he was there.

Héctor wasn’t ready to let it go. He shifted in his seat, positioning himself so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching yours with a playful seriousness. 

When you looked up, he raised his eyebrows up and down quickly, making a silly expression that instantly drew a laugh from you. You nodded, feeling some of the tension ease as you held his gaze, grateful for his little attempt to cheer you up.

You felt a wave of warmth spread through you at his words, the tension in your chest finally starting to ease. His touch, so simple yet comforting, made everything feel a little less overwhelming. 

"Thank you," you whispered back, your voice barely audible over the noise of the room. You could see the concern still in his eyes, but his smile never wavered, and that was enough to make you feel safe for the moment.

He kept his hand on your cheek for a few seconds longer before letting it fall, but his presence beside you felt like a quiet promise. No matter how much the world outside tried to pressure you, he was here, grounding you.

Now feeling more at ease, you joined in the dinner, even getting involved in conversations with some of the players' girlfriends nearby, who turned out to be really kind.

Their easy smiles and friendly questions helped you relax, and soon enough, you found yourself laughing along with them, the tension from earlier slowly fading away. 

Every so often, Héctor would glance over at you, his eyes soft with relief at seeing you more comfortable. 

Dabbing your mouth with a napkin, you reached for your bag and gently tapped Héctor on the shoulder, letting him know you wanted to head to the bathroom. He immediately offered to come with you, but you shook your head with a small smile. 

“Alright, just be careful,” he said, his eyes full of quiet concern. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”

You slipped into one of the stalls, grateful for a moment alone, when the sound of two girls talking loudly caught your attention. Their voices grew clearer, and you quickly realized they were talking about you and your relationship with Héctor.

"I just don’t get it," one of them scoffed. "I mean, have you seen her? She doesn’t belong with someone like Héctor."

The other girl laughed, clearly amused. "Right? He could do so much better. She’s just... so basic, like some lowly girl who got lucky. I bet she just clings to him because she knows she’d be nothing without him."

They kept talking, each comment feeling like a jab to your chest. "I give it a few months, tops. Héctor’s too good for her, and he’ll figure that out sooner or later." 

You stayed silent, holding your breath as the hurtful words sank in.

The happiness you’d felt just moments ago plummeted, sinking deep into something cold and sharp in your chest. A tight ache formed there, squeezing painfully as their words echoed in your mind. You could feel the sting of tears building, threatening to spill at any moment, and suddenly, every harsh comment they made seemed all too true.

You felt like absolute trash. Each word they’d said chipped away at the fragile confidence you’d built up tonight, and the doubts you’d tried so hard to push down now roared to life, making you question everything.

You’d been telling yourself the same things all week, those same cruel doubts replaying over and over in your mind. But somehow, hearing it come from strangers—spoken out loud without a hint of hesitation—made it feel painfully real. It cut deeper, each word like a confirmation of every insecurity you’d been trying to ignore.

Wiping away the few tears you couldn’t hold back, you exited the stall with quick, abrupt movements. There was no way you could stand another second listening to that crap. You pushed the door open, not caring if they noticed the expression on your face, and stepped back into the hallway, determined to leave that negativity behind you.

You did everything you could to hold back the tears as you walked back to the table, trying to act like nothing was wrong. The last thing you wanted was to worry Héctor any more than he already was.

You’d noticed how closely he’d been watching you all evening, alert to every little shift in your mood. This past week, you’d been distant, and he obviously knew something was up, but he hadn’t pressured you to tell him anything. 

As you approached the table, you forced a small smile, hoping it would be enough to keep him from noticing the cracks starting to show.

The moment you sat down, Héctor’s hand instinctively found its way to your leg, a small gesture meant to ground you. He wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but he could see the faint tension in your eyes, the way you seemed to be holding something back.

Without a word, his thumb gently traced soothing circles on your knee, hoping it would bring you even a small bit of comfort.

You pulled Héctor's hand off your leg, your body tensing with an unfamiliar mix of emotions. After what you had overheard in the bathroom, you didn’t know how to feel anymore. You couldn’t look at him, afraid he’d see right through you, so you kept your eyes down, your chest tight. 

Héctor's face fell as he noticed the sudden distance between you two. His hand hovered for a second before resting on the table, unsure. He could feel the shift, the unease in your every movement. His voice cracked slightly as he asked, “What’s wrong? Please, talk to me…”

Those words were your last straw. You could feel the tears starting to burn your eyes. You stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. The sudden motion caught the attention of the other Barça players, their eyes flicking between you and Héctor, but you didn’t care. You just needed to get out.

Héctor didn’t hesitate for a second. He grabbed your purse and rushed after you, calling your name, his voice urgent. “Hey, wait up!”

Once outside, the cold night air hit you, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to fight the chill in more ways than one. Héctor caught up with you in seconds, his hand gently but firmly taking yours, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up at him then, eyes red and face twisted in confusion, frustration, and hurt.

"Why won’t you talk to me?" Héctor's voice was soft but desperate, like he was afraid he was losing you. "What’s going on, please..."

You didn’t answer right away, just staring down at the ground, the weight of it all pressing down on you. Slowly, you brought your hand up to his arm, fingers tracing the tattoo you’d memorized so many times in the past when anxiety gripped you.

It had become a soothing ritual, something that calmed you when everything felt out of control. You hadn’t done it in a while, but now, it felt like the only thing that could help you breathe.

Héctor’s face softened as he watched you, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m here. Whatever it is... we’ll figure it out, together.”

You took a deep breath, finally meeting his eyes, and everything spilled out—the hurt from the whispers, the insecurities you’d been battling, how you felt like you didn’t deserve him, like you were never enough.

Héctor listened without interrupting, his hand never leaving yours, and when you finished, he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as if he never wanted to let go.

“I love you,” he murmured into your hair, his arms strong around you, grounding you. “You’re everything to me. Don’t listen to what anyone says. You’re more than enough. You’re my enough.”

You held onto him, your body trembling but somehow calming in his embrace. The cold didn’t matter now; just the warmth of his touch, the softness of his words.

Héctor leaned back, looking down at you with a small, gentle smile. “Come here,” he said, before pressing his lips softly against yours, sealing the promise in a kiss that spoke volumes.

You kissed him back, letting everything fall away in that moment—your doubts, the voices, the pain. All that was left was him, and you. Just the two of you.

[changeling-droneco]

Honestly, as someone asexual and probably some flavor of aro goy myself, im so sorry to all the asexual and aromantic jewish folks who has to deal with the biggest ace and aro blogs not shutting up about palestine and everything, especially fuckyeahasexual, who has taken ZERO steps in caring for jewish aces and has been INCREDIBLY antisemetic going as far as to yell at people who so much as donate to ao3 instead of gaza, accuse israel of being the main perpetrator of october seventh, spreading intense amounts of blood libel, and more.

It is utterly heartbreaking to see a blog that was once a safe spot for rallying around a shared identity turn so bitter and cruel and actively damaging. You all deserved a safer place to celebrate your asexual and aromantic orientations, and to not be shamed for simply existing, you arent a traitor, or a monster, or anything like that.

Jewish aces and aros are as valid in your identities as any other ace or aro, and im so sorry that so few aces and aros seemed to have learned from the coordinated attacks on our identity/right to exist, and proceed to do the same bullshit to you. I'm sorry for the utter failure of the queer community for jewish queers just in general. It's disgusting, its horrific, and you deserve so much more then just this one ace's apologies

[2346khith]

Hello dear friend,

I’m Noha from Gaza, Mother of martyr and wife of martyr .

17 people of My family was forcibly displaced from their homes to the southern Gaza Strip, and they now live in samall tent , The occupation completely destroyed our house and our business and we no longer have anything that we used to own.

MY mother suffers from joint pain and back cartilage pain. Also, she had surgery before the war to remove a tumor in the intestine 💔!!️ and she needs to continue her treatment.

As for my middle brother, Darwish,He has a family of 10 people, he is paralyzed in his right leg, he suffers from severe leg pain.  Two months before the war, he had surgery in Egypt to implant a joint in his leg, and he was supposed to return to Egypt to continue his treatment, but the war prevented him from doing so, so he urgently needs to go to Egypt to continue his treatment.

As for me, I lost my small and beautiful family in the 2014 war, which consists of my husband and my only child, whom I gave birth to after 7 years of deadly waiting and a very long and expensive treatment journey. He was only two and a half years old. I lost him and did not hug him enough to forget the agony of waiting for him to come. I also suffered injuries, which resulted in several operations on my right leg and other parts of my body, the effects of which I still suffer to this day. So, I don't want to experience what it's like to lose someone I love again. It's a very painful feeling. Please save my family.

Life here is unbearable, especially tent life is very difficult, and the situation is getting worse every day.

I urge you to support us to save our lives, Your support is our only hope for survival after losing everything.

We hope you will continue to support us by donating or sharing to help save and rebuild our lives. Every contribution matters, much appreciated

Many thanks to everyone who supported us.https://gofund.me/b5922332

For those who see this please, visit their blog and reblog their blog’s posts so they  get more attention and if you have the money to spare please donate.

Also I apologize, but I do not have the ability to donate to you. Trust me if I had the ability I would but I don't and I can't. I have no bank account or credit card to transfer money to and no job to gain any money. Every time I ask my parents to help they shut me down so this is the only way to help you. Please forgive me.

[littlegoblininyourshoe]

Please don't skip my message 🍉🇵🇸 to our honorable people in the world My name is Abdul Rahman from Gaza.. I lost everything in life.. My wife was martyred and my child and I were injured by a missile that fell on us.. My life was completely destroyed and I was severely injured all over my body especially my legs.. The missile tore my wife apart while she was carrying our child.. I ask for your support to start my life anew and overcome the tragedy I am going through.. Please help me with any amount no matter how small to treat my injury and my child's injury and get out of the Gaza Strip and start a better life.. And spread my campaign and my story so that everyone can see it 🍉🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸

Vetted by 90-ghost

https://gofund.me/c810ba27

[sottountrenopersherl]

Please don't skip my message 🍉🇵🇸 to our honorable people in the world My name is Abdul Rahman from Gaza.. I lost everything in life.. My wife was martyred and my child and I were injured by a missile that fell on us.. My life was completely destroyed and I was severely injured all over my body especially my legs.. The missile tore my wife apart while she was carrying our child.. I ask for your support to start my life anew and overcome the tragedy I am going through.. Please help me with any amount no matter how small to treat my injury and my child's injury and get out of the Gaza Strip and start a better life.. And spread my campaign and my story so that everyone can see it 🍉🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸

Vetted by 90-ghost

https://gofund.me/c810ba27

Please, reblog and donate if you can!

Free Palestine🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

[cowboy-like-moony]

To be fair to you, there ARE plenty of people who believe and are genuinely claiming that she was at some point a cop.

Okay damn, I've only seen people say she supports cops and is basically this blue lives matter candidate and I assumed that people who say she was a cop kinda meant the same thing, but just phrased it like that to make a point, but who am I to question people's stupidity?

[emathyst9]

Instead of the filler post people do, I'm saying hey you

Yes you there

Haven't done your daily clicks on here? Go do that

Did it already? You can use multiple devices too so go get them in

[bisexualseraphim]

Just saw some Free Palestine supporters on the road to my parents’ house and was about to wave at them but then I saw a couple of them holding signs making disgusting antisemitic jokes about Passover. Guys seriously how fucking difficult is it to just. Not do that 😭 You’re really not giving Palestine extra help by making horrible comments and jokes about Jews ffs can you not just promote support for Palestine without bringing hatred for entire minority demographics into it DURING THE TIME OF A RELIGIOUS HOLIDAY. It is remarkably easy to criticise Israel without antisemitism and if you can’t do that then maybe you should stay out of the movement because you’re causing much more harm than good

[bandzboy]

so one of the organizers of that flag project at the txt concert talked about it and it was mostly to clear the fact that some people were trying to diminish their efforts because they bought tickets anyway even tho bringing flags, posters and signs and qr codes for donations and etc to concerts and events is part of the boycott efforts too but that's a whole separate subject i wanna touch on this thing they said in their thread

a hybe staff approached them and asked about the flags even tho it's more than obvious the staff was aware of what was happening. they also said that the hybe asked what country that flag was from and basically acted oblivious to it but he didn't stop op or anything but he just kept watching them the whole time

i'm talking about this to underline that, yes, hybe is very aware of what we are trying to do and i honestly found this instance very insidious to me. i think they didn't actively stop anything because they knew they would get severe backlash from it but i want people to be aware of this because it does seem important

[snekdood]

if ppl telling you "jewish ppl in israel were already kicked out of other countries and have no where else to go" makes you feel compelled to call whoever said that a "zionist", I really just dont think you give af about jewish ppl's lives quite frankly.

if your "free palestine" means "getting rid" of all jewish civilians in israel I think you're probably just a heartless asshole.

[m00ngbin]

Something that drives me fucking insane is when zionists insist that Palestine can't be a country because "ohhh but- but they (Palestinians) don't even have the pronunciation for P in their language. 🥺 They can't say their own name, ohhhh ohhhhhh it can't be real." Are you fucking stupid. You're blatantly trying to erase the existence of a country and people using a fact that doesn't actually have any real base. You know that different languages have different pronunciations for different letters right? J in Spanish and J in English sound completely different. And you know that people native to a country usually have a different name for their country right? Like people in China aren't calling China China, I'm like 90% sure they usually call it Zhongguo. People in other places aren't saying like United States of America, even in the other Latin based languages. Spanish speaking countries say Los Estados Unidos, and that's pretty different even though SPANISH ONE OF THE CLOSEST LANGUAGES TO ENGLISH. LOOKING YOU DEEP IN YOUR DISGUSTING FUCKING EYES ARE YOU STUPID

[pleasantinternetperson]

WIP - from the Descendants rewrite that's been cooking on the back burner in my brain since 2019 and was brought back to full flaming rage after the release of the latest installment:

Nights on the Isle are never quiet. They shouldn't be, for if they were, its inhabitants might as well be dead. (And - well.) (That's not possible.) No, the Isle is buzzing with life at night. Figures hide in the shadows, knives behind their backs. Children scamper between alleys looking for food, tired, hungry and thin. Drunken adults stumble on the streets looking for a way to satiate their desires, through drinks or whoever is unlucky enough to cross their way. Gangs make their moves against each other in their never-ending games, always at each other's throats. (Everyone hiding, everyone running away from something with nowhere to go.)

Until, that is, the rumours start. And they spread like wildfire. Whispers begin to travel the streets, winding through battered alleys and broken homes. The barge never makes an appearance at this time of the month. Speculative murmurs, knives sharpened and gleaming in the dim night light. On the far off horizon, barely distinguishable from the still-dark sky, a boat approaches silently. From a shabby, grimy rooftop, four shadows watch as it draws nearer.

[sweetdreamspootypie]

Ah yes

Ye olde call out post for someone [checks notes] talking about antisemitism but not making any public posts discussing israel, zionism, or Palestine

How dare you not performatively beg to be seen as a 'good jew' and how dare you call yourself a Jew without amending a required 'antizionist' label to yourself every single time you refer to yourself

Especially in [checks notes] posts where you discuss the inherent issues or requiring Jews to label themselves as 'good' before being allowed the conditional acceptance of talking about their own experience on their own blog.

I am someone who is willing to talk about my my thoughts and feelings about the state of Israel. I've got a post in my drafts that is 10 paragraphs long that is just the contextual preamble trying to get to the point of talking about one thought I had while at a community event.

And I'm a blog with 3 active followers, and I'm at the beginning of my explorations of how all the concepts relate to me as an individual

Of course a Jewish blog with a large following might not make public posts about current events

On the other hand you could say oh but posting about it is the /least/ you could do

How do you know they aren't posting elsewhere? How do you know they aren't doing other actions?

Also

And I can't stress them enough

One of the screenshotted posts calling them out for being an eevil zionist

Was them talking about the antisemitism they experienced

While at a protest march for Palestine

Hear ye hear ye add the Jew to the block list for the crime of not calling themselves an antizionist while actively on the ground protesting for Palestine and realizing there were Nazis around them

[goosemixtapes]

i think i need to be online less but unfortunately it is so much easier to be online than to not be online

[cinemacrypt]

So so so fucking angry tonight