#please pray for palestine guys

[rainofthetwilight]

im shaking

I know this is a ninjago blog, I'm sorry I tagged this as ninjago, but I need people to see this urgently

I gathered this based on info I've read, so please correct me if I'm wrong about something

palestine has been completely cut from internet and cellular communications, theres a slaughter happening, bombs are being sent down every second we speak, a fucking genocide that has been going on for years and years and is on it's tipping point

theyre wiping off gazans in the dark

they not only bombed and fucking genociding palestine, they have bombed lebanon. people in Arish in egypt, about 80 km away from gaza, see the fucking bombs from there

and in egypt, israel sent a bomb in Taba and a hospital was hit, 6 were injured. and a projectfile in Nuweiba was sent aswell and it almost hit a powerstation

im a fucking egyptian and im shaking. im scared we and other countries might be next.

my dad was literally planning to go to sinai with me and our family, but now it's literally not safe

what people dont understand is that this is not war, this is a genocide in palestine. genocides. people are being killed in the dark. every right is being removed from these innocents. israel is bombing palestine, bombing us, and bombing other middle eastern countries

fuck israel and may they be sent to the deepest depths of hell, may they face the same massacres innocent palestinies are facing, free palestine

from the land to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

تحيا فلسطين، تحيا اخواتنا الفلسطينيين ❤️🇵🇸

[lightgriffinsect]

you guys, in pakistan Ramadan is like the equivalent of christmas in the US when it comes to marketing and ads. Every food brand, everything has a Ramadan sale attached to it it’s wild. Some chain stores sell a whole Ramadan package with dates, milk, flour, oil/ghee, probably dahi, frozen samosas, rooh-afza, everything we usually eat. yknow like those big christmas packages with 60 different kinds of Godiva chocolates but it’s actual food.

Ramadan is more commercialized in Pakistan than Eid, and Eid is the actual holiday. Ramadan is a religious month that we fast in, not really a celebration. Insane.

Anyway for my non-Muslim friends, make a Muslim in your community happy by taking them out to a halal restaurant for Iftar. Ask them about how they practice Ramadan. Buy them Krispy Kreme for dessert. Be like that one guy on TikTok who woke up at 4 to prepare suhoor for his roommate. Learn more about Islam. Look out for the Muslims in your community. And for Allah’s sake, don’t stop talking about Palestine.

to the Muslims, Ramadan Mubarak, may your days be filled with peace and prosperity from Allah, may He answer all your prayers for this year.

Don’t forget to check your dates so you’re not accidentally beginning or breaking your fast with Israeli-grown ones. Pray Taraweeh if you can go to the masjid. Help your parents make iftar if you live with your parents idk. Have a blessed Ramadan everyone 🫶🇵🇰📿

[fairuzfan]

Another thing I see is when people talk about Palestine as if it was a Muslim issue within Muslims spaces and like I understand where that comes from but I really dislike it because I grew up with the sentiment that it's a LIBERATION struggle and Islam only aids our understanding of liberation in that injustice must be fought no matter who it is against. And the issue with approaching it as an Islamic struggle is that people impose Islamic ideologies onto us as a people and a lot of us... don't want that. Like I and many many Palestinians imagine a secular society for our people to live in and for anyone to be welcomed in but when nonpalestinian Muslims especially talk about liberation as an "Islamic issue" I'm like "Ok but if we weren't a holy place, you wouldn't care...?" Idk I just find more alliance with decolonial thinkers than I do with Islamic "~the muslim ummah~" types. And I say this as a Muslim who was taught that the core principal of Islam is fighting for what's right and is a really important part of my religious identity.

[labbaik-ya-hussain-as]

[your-humraaz]

Save Mohammed ….

Hello, Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment. Donate or at Least Share This Appeal. I am in desperate need of your help. My son’s life is hanging by a thread, and he may not survive without urgent medical treatment. Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him – either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others.

I beg you, kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

Donate now:👇👇 gofundme.com

gaza #free_palestine #Save_Mohammed #genocide

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[baguette8765]

I am Mahmoud Helles, the owner of the donation campaign. The campaign aims to get my family out of Gaza and take my wife out, due to his serious condition, with a kidney injury, to Egypt. Please share 🌹🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🌹😭😭https://gofund.me/53fa2830

Sharing this. I hope you and your family make it to safety ❤

Free Gaza, Free Palestine.

[cvntluver444]

movie night ellie williams

ִ ࣪𖤐. you just want to have a movie night with friends. ellie just wants you.

ִ ࣪𖤐. warnings : smut minors dni, new writer so please be kind :), language, dirty talk, reader and ellie are kinda switches? 🤨 idk, fucking in front of sleeping people 🤪, intended lowercase, idk i think that’s about it please let me know if i missed any!!

ִ ࣪𖤐. a/n : hi beautiful people and happy sunday ☀️ it feels so good to be excited to write my third fic :) you guys have shown me so much support and i appreciate you so much! if you’re new here, give me a follow and you won’t regret it 🫡 i still have a lot more nasty thoughts to share, but would love you hear you’re requests as well!! i’m really trying to switch it up and write something different, but smut is just TOO GOOD 😊 i’m working on some angst and fluff fics too so stay tuned! love you all so much!

requests are open

🇵🇸 as always, please keep supporting and spreading information on Palestine! 🇵🇸

daily click

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“drew baby nooo,” you groan, watching her characters unfortunate fate unravel on the screen. “you were so sexy.” you say frowning, earning laughs from the three of your friends.

“she always did look so hot running through those sprinklers.” ellie adds on, nodding her head slowly. you gave her a little scoff, followed by a light laugh.

“it was her who made me realize i wasn’t straight,” dina explains in a posh accent. jesse just rolled his eyes and pulled dina closer to him.

“i always thought sydney was the hottest.” you state, a look of betrayal on dina’s face for disagreeing with her.

“well maybe it’s because you’re into brunettes,” dina smirks back, telepathically communicating what she meant by it. you roll your eyes and see her line of vision look straight at the brunette in question next to you. you give her a little smile back when she turns to look towards you again. she turns her attention towards jesse and yours toward the movie, every now and again trying to turn your head to catch glances at ellie, her eyes always trained straight ahead towards the movie. you silently prayed that she didn’t pick up on you and dinas hints.

she did.

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you guys were about 45 minutes into the movie. dina and jesse were half asleep on the one couch, and you and ellie both fully awake on the other. sometime in between watching, ellie’s arm had subtly made its way around your shoulders. you didn’t think much of it, just her wanting to make you comfortable. now, your head was resting on her shoulder as her hand grazed up and down your arm, causing goosebumps to arise.

“they didn’t last long,” ellie giggles, pointing to the couple on the couch. your gaze follows to where dina and jesse quietly snore.

“aw, they’re so cute,” you say, your eyes softening at the scene. must be nice you think to yourself. you and ellie are once again quiet, the only sounds filling the living room coming from the screaming on tv.

you were zoning out again, the movie reaching the climax, when you felt another light touch on your naked thigh. you lightly jump, turning your head towards ellie, a nonchalant look washing over her features. turning your head, you decide to ignore it.

it gets hard to ignore though when she starts moving up. this time, when you turn to look at her, you meet her gaze. you stare at her for a second, mouth open slightly.

“ellie?” you breathe out. instead of responding, she slowly leans in and you’re breath stops when her lips meet yours. it started off as a slow make out, but soon turned hot in a matter of of seconds. you both stop quickly when dina and jesse stir awake.

“damn did we really fall asleep that fast?” jesse asks. dina looks just as confused as she sees how far into the movie you’ve gotten.

“yeah uh you guys were out.” ellie explains, scratching the back of her head.

“damn. well we already know what happens.” dina shrugs, turning over once more towards her boyfriend. you and ellie take a moment before light snores fill the room again.

“holy shit,” you breathe out. “i thought we were caught.” you say turning towards ellie. she shrugs, sucks her teeth, then leans in again, not before adding in a small ‘so close’.

you moan into the kiss, causing the hand on your upper thigh to squeeze. it then trails up once more til it hits your clothed pussy.

“god baby, you’re so wet all ready,” ellie teases, littering your face with kisses as her hand starts moving in slow circles.

“fuck ellie.” you moan out, head leaning back. she takes the opportunity to move to your neck. she lightly sucks, letting go of your skin with a light pop making you moan louder. ellie’s hand quickly moves from your shorts to your mouth. you hear a quiet stir from the couch across from you and you give ellie a scared look.

“sh sh sh (the one audio),” ellie quiets you down. “you gotta be quiet baby, or else our friends are gonna wake up and see me fingers deep in your pussy.” her words alone make you wanna cum but then that would mean it would be over.

“please ellie,” you beg. “make me feel good.” you sound drunk with how much pleasure you’re in right now. ellie smirks and looks around the room, eyes landing on a throw blanket on the floor and putting it over top of the two of you.

once settled, she brings her lips back towards yours and you’re back to your hot and steamy make out. this time, however; you feel ellie slowly start to pull down on your sleep shorts, causing you to be half naked under the blanket.

“commando. nice.” ellie smirks, bringing her fingers to her mouth. you watch as she slowly puts them into her mouth, licking and sucking each one so that it comes out followed by a line of her spit. she quickly goes back to running circles, slowly adding in one finger. you moan at how slow she puts it in, just wanting her to stop teasing you.

“ellie. please more.” you’re absolutely desperate. you lean into her again, this time wrapping your arm around to daintily drag your fingers under her shirt. the tips dance along her smooth skin, tones abs, and finally, her tits. you massage them a bit while looking into her eyes, a dumb look on your face from how good she’s making you feel.

“yeah baby? tell me what you need, and i’ll give it to you.” she pauses to lean in for a peck. you now move your hand under her sports bra, massaging her tits, then slowly teasing her nipples. “fuck yes. please tell me what you need. anything.” shes begging you now, and your both whimpering messes and you toy with one another.

“more fingers els. faster. please.” you’re just rambling at this point, anything to end the torture of her one digit slowly pumping in and out of you. she mocks your request a bit, before adding two more fingers and fucking you senseless. you can’t breathe as pleasure takes over your whole body.

“god you look so pretty right now. hopefully those pretty sounds don’t wake our friends up” she teases. you were so mad at how easy it was for her to make you such a mess. your hand that used to rest under her shirt, now moves down towards her boxers, slowly rubbing her pussy up and down. this causes her movements on you to slow down. you smirk, knowing that you now had the control. her eyes shut tight and her mouth fell open as you sped your movements up.

“you look even prettier when my fingers are in your pussy,” you say to her trying to sound strong, but her fingers still pump in and out of you at a perfect rate, causing it to come out in a soft whisper. your fingers now covered in her slick, you copy her by adding in a couple fingers. she spreads her legs apart move, which forces you to do the same.

you two practically laid on top of each other, fingers deep in each others pussy’s and lips locked. the tv now being tuned out by the sounds of penetration and moans.

“fuck ellie, you’re gonna make me cum” you whine.

“i know baby im right here with you. fuck you make me feel so good,” she moans out, “cum with me,” she demands, and two sinfully cum together. you almost forget about the couple sleeping next to you, causing you to let out a loud groan. ellie smashes her lips on yours and you ride your highs out, lips not stopping until you’re breathing had slowed and the movie credits started running.

for a second time tonight, you two quickly pull apart as dina and jesse slowly start to wake up.

“what a great movie!” dina jokes, causing you and ellie to laugh. dina’s head turns towards the two of you and her eyebrows furrow. “did you guys pass out too?”

you and ellie give confused looks before answering, “no why?”

“ah, you guys just look disheveled is all,” she shrugs, causing your eyes to go wide. “anyways we’re gonna go to bed.”

jessie chimes in, “you two coming?”

you give him a quick yeah and slowly start getting up with ellie, but realizing you forgot about your shorts in the make out session. you quickly grab ellie, pulling her back down.

“oh wait,” you quickly try to come up with an excuse. “ellie and i were just talking about how we wanted to watch the second movie!”

nice

“oh uh well ok,” dina says with a small smile, “we would totally join you guys but we’re tired and since we just slept through the first one,” dina pauses before you all four laugh.

you say your goodnights ans sweet dreams while they head up the stairs. once you hear the door shut, you and ellie immediately return to where you left out and lock lips once more, only pausing when ellie pulls away.

“nice excuse, now we get a round two, and three, and four an-“

“ellie, we never put our shorts back on,” you tell her, joking rolling your eyes.

“oh yeah forgot about that,” she says as she looks up behind you and pretends to think, quickly snapping out of it before sinking down in between your legs, eyes trained on yours and mouth dangerously close to your bare pussy. “but i was hoping they would leave so i could have you all to myself.”

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࣪𖤐 note : i’m so sorry it’s currently 6:10am and i started this at 2 and for some reason it’s just now getting down so that why the ending for kinda lame buttt

HOPE YOU ENJOYED PLEASE LMK IF YOU DID

i appreciate all the love you been showing me - whether it’s through likes, comments, reboots, follows, i see it all and i appreciate you!!!

have a fantastic week my lovies 🧡

[norareweforgiven-if]

hey guys, long time no talk. so i know a lot of you are most likely (probably not) still sticking around for the chapter 1 release, and while i have been working on it, there's something far more important i'm writing to you about today.

one of my friends was palestinian, she lived gaza, was born there, and lived there her entire life. she was seventeen, her name was noor, she liked baking pastries and making handicrafts. she loved reading, she loved her cat, she loved watching anime, and she'd spend hours upon hours analyzing her favorite characters and writing fic. she was eager to attend university next year to study biology to document native flora.

since i*rael has enacted a sanctioned genocide against the people of palestine she had updated me and her friends nearly every day on her continued survival. this past week she had gone entirely silent and after nearly six days of asking everyone i could i finally learned from her sister that she passed away after being struck by rubble from an explosion.

she would've survived had she received medical attention.

with the permission of her family, i am sharing her story with my followers to ask you to press your reps and lawmakers for a ceasefire. what happened to her was a preventable tragedy, and her blood is on the hands of everyone who not only continues to support this war but those who turn a blind eye to it.

noor was beloved and she will be dearly missed, please never forget her name and her humanity. the rage and sorrow i feel at her loss cannot be measured up to the rage and sorrow of the people who are suffering to this day and i pray that within my lifetime, their lifetime we see a free palestine.

[erosyrup]

Les Mis Prints for Palestine

Hi guys! I'm offering physical prints of my Les Mis art (specifically my Enjolras art) for a raffle. If you donate at least €60 to the above fundraiser for Alaa, you can enter a raffle organised by @les-mis-for-palestine

You can read their post here for more information, or check with them over in @les-mis-for-palestine-dms . Here are the links:

Donate here

Fill up the raffle form here

Sample* pictures of the prints and keychain I'm offering:

roughly A4 size print of Enjolras and the Notre Dame

roughly A5 size print of Think or Pray

14×14cm print of Enjolras sketch

roughly 5cm Enjolras keychain

PLUS

ONE additional print of any of my artworks. The winner can choose from any of the art I have (check them out here on @erosyrup or in the #syrup art tag tag). It will be roughly A5 size, and can be from any non-LM art I have too.

Even if you can't donate, sharing this is a great help too! And if you can donate, please do and you might be able to get some art in return :')

Check out @les-mis-for-palestine for the other talented artists who are also participating in the raffle!

*These pictures are from a previous batch I had given away; reprinting these prints might result in some minor differences.

[burgendee69]

Lovely supporter ,🌹

Thank you for your continuous support for the Palestinian cause until freedom is achieved🇵🇸 🕊♥️. I hope you can help me spread my message to the whole world by reblogging my story🥹🙏🏻♥️.

Best regards and love💚.

Dr. Mohammed Al-Deeb from Gaza-palestine.

This account is vetted by @90-ghost and @el-shab-hussein. Please donate and help you in any way you can. Let's help Dr. Mohammed and his family get to safety. Praying for you guys and I hope you're able to reach your goal soon <3

[iwoulddothingstothisman]

Figuring out

"Sam, Sam."

"Psst, Sam"

"What Dean?"

"I think I love him."

"That's great he loves you too, go back to sleep."

"I don't think I can."

"Then for fuck sake, shut up," Sam grunted and turned over on his shitty motel bed to face away from Dean's bed.

"Then shut up," Dean mocked under his breath, "bitch." He flopped back down onto the pillow only to stare up at the celling he had just enough light from the freeway to see.

Not four hours later the sound of wings fluttering reefed both boys from their sleep. Dean jolted up knife already in hand only to see Cas, his Cas maybe even, standing at the foot off his bed looking for all the world like a lost child.

"Cas, not that it's not good to see you, but why are you here, it's like five in the morning," Dean grunted while rubbing his eyes with the hand not holding his knife.

"I wanted to see you, though waking you was not intentional." His head was tilted a little to the side, an adorable pout on his lips. Thank god for the dark room or Cas would've seen the blush creeping up his neck.

"Well I'm up now, what d'ya want for breakfast, Sam?" Dean asked while swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Whatever they have, salad-wise," Sam said, snuggling deeper into the covers.

"Naturally." Dean put his knife onto the bedside table so it was within Sam's reach if need be then trundled his way into the bathroom after grabbing the same jeans he wore yesterday and his only clean shirt.

He came back out, did up his boots and grabbed the keys for Baby.

"C'mon Cas, we'll let Sammy get his beauty rest," He said while walking past the Angel who followed a half step behind Dean

The drive to the diner was thankfully uneventful, no vampires trying to slash their tyres and no women in white trying to seduce them.

The diner was even more dull. The standard traffic of office monkeys that hate their life but can't bring themselves to end it and early morning joggers who think they're different for getting oat milk and tweeting about it on their aggressively nature themed blog that calls to the end for all farming. The only stand-outish part of it all was the cashier. A woman in her maybe late 20's by Dean's guess with bright blue hair, a pro-Palestine hat that said 'from the river to the sea' with the Palestinian flag under it and a full cyber-sigilism tattoo sleeve.

Dean had been so busy studying her appearance that he hadn't even noticed the line had moved enough that it was their turn to order.

"So what will you and your boyfriend be having today?" She asked with a tinge of an Aussie accent and Dean faltered.

"We- uh- he's- we're ah not together." He stumbled to get his words out.

"Sorry mate, what can I get ya?" She asked again, this time her accent came through thicker.

"I'll just get a bacon and egg muffin with a coffee, black, two sugars please and, do you guys do a Caesar salad?"

"We do, yeah."

"The largest one of those I can get, to go please." He passed her the money and pocketed his change before walking over to the table furthest from the door.

"It is odd that she thought we were together," Cas stated. Dean almost choked.

"Yeah, yeah it is." dean replied praying to a god he knew didn't care that Cas would drop it, of course, God doesn't care so Cas did no such thing.

"I wonder what it is about us that made her think that, I've been told that I 'look the type' whatever that means, maybe that was it."

"Yeah, yeah I guess you do." Dean paused for a second but kept talking before Cas could open his mouth. "Cas can I talk to you for a second?" He asked.

"You already are." Cas said, tilting his.

"Not the point, the bible doesn't say anything about being gay is a sin, right?" Dean asked.

"Not the original one, no. Why?"

"Because I think I love you." He rushed out.

"Yes, I love you too, I believe." Cas said, making Dean chuckle and shake his head.

"No Cas, I'm IN love with you."

"Oh well in that case then I too, am in love with you, perhaps not in the exact same way that a human might be, but rest assured I have loved you since I pulled you from perdition." Cas admitted with a soft smile.

Dean's tunnel vision on Cas was broken when the same cashier set their food on the table between then with just enough force to almost startle Dean out of his seat.

"Have a good one," she said before speed walking away back to the counter where a chef was relentlessly ringing the bell.

"Come, we'll continue this in the car." Cas said while getting up and grabbing the bag.

Cas was waiting next to the passenger door when Dean finally pried himself from his seat in the diner. He swiftly unlocked Baby and jumped in to start the car. Cas wasn't half a second behind him and had the door closed before Baby had started.

"Did you mean in when you said you've loved me since you pulled me from hell."

"Of course, why else would I say it?"

"Then why, why, didn't you say anything?" Dean exclaimed.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Good grief Cas." Was all Dean said before grabbing Cas by the lapels of his coat and kissing him. He pulled back a second later only to be pulled straight back in by Cas' hand in his hair.

The food was cool by the time they got back to the motel and Sam had packed all of his stuff and some of Dean's

"Good to see you two are still alive, I was about to send out a search party." He said with a knowing smirk.

"Shut up, bitch."

"Whatever, jerk."

Sure they still had a lot to work out, especially when it came to Dean's issues but they took the first step and that's what really matter.

With that thought Dean ate his cold muffin with a small smile on his face.

This is my first time posting something original (on this blog) and I'm super nervous. Please let me know if you find any egregious mistakes and I hope you liked it.

[finleyforevermore]

Vent with religious themes, themes of trauma, suicide, assault, abuse, murder, and depression under the cut. Please, I beg of you, do not read if you are sensitive to any of these topics. Thank you.

Dear God (no, for real this time),

If what has happened in my personal life during this month/late last month has told me anything, it's that either:

A.) you are real and are just very bad at your job

or B.) you AREN'T and I've been praying to a wall for most of my existence

If A is the truth, I've got some words for you. Since you see all or whatever the fuck.

I've questioned your existence many times but I think this year is just it for me. Because looking back on it, you've done nothing of use for me or family this year.

I'd already been pretty committed to seeing things realistically but you letting Radio be taken away from me was the kicker I guess.

Radio/Simon, or @5ampuppetshow for those who aren't aware is currently inactive because its mom found their Tumblr and is now monitoring him. I don't know if/when he'll be back.

You really expect me to believe that YOU, the Almighty, allowed two of my dear friends to be taken away from me a month between each other?? Emory's (@wantmeifyouwantme) parents found his account and now I've lost my virtual big brother, and now you've allowed Simon to be taken away from me.

But why stop at just that? No no we've gotta allow 99% of some of the greatest people I've ever met to be traumatized, suicidal, have low self-esteem, or depressed. Because isn't that delightful? Isn't it so fucking wonderful to have people you love so much be traumatized and suffer beyond belief and lead the boy who has nothing but pure love for them to have many a breakdown over this? /sar

My mom and nana watch these crappy videos from "prophets" talking about "the end" and how everything and everyone is secretly wicked and selling their souls to the devil.

Well riddle me this, Big Guy Upstairs. Where the fuck were you to send me a vision or a sign that Liam was going to fucking kill himself? Where were you to send my friends a prophecy before their Tumblrs were taken away from them? Where were you to stop my friends from being assaulted? Where were you to stop my friends from being abused? Where were you to stop 99% of my friends from having such horrible, unbelievably terrifying trauma? Where were you to stop George Floyd's murder? Or Nex Benedict's? Or Ryan Gainer's? Where are you right fucking now to stop the ruthless murders taking place daily in Palestine? Where were you to stop my mother from marrying my father and save her from 14 years of torture? Where were you when my mom got breast cancer (she's cured now, her doctors were amazing)? Where were you when my father was born? You smited firstborn children in Egypt, you couldn't have killed my father?

My father will remain the worst man I've ever known and will ever know. But putting religion and other beings into the equation, that spot goes right to you.

For my entire life you have done nothing for me. You've done nothing for my family. You've done nothing for my friends. You've shown me utter indifference my entire life.

With every fiber of my being, I hate you.

See you in Hell, I guess,

Finley

[sobashahzadi]

today marks the 27th day of Ramadan (depending on where you live and what calendar you follow it might be different) and I’m finally going to say it, it physically pains me how privileged I am right now, I’m fasting yet I can expect food at my table every night to break my fast, I have electricity to check prayer times, I have so many local mosques I can visit to pray and I have all my family here to celebrate with but millions of people in Palestine don’t, they’re struggling every night to scrap together a meal, they can’t afford to buy dates, dates! They’re the staple to any household in Ramadan if your not Muslim then it might be hard to understand just how significant they are to this time of the year. They can’t listen to the adhan (the call to prayer) because their mosques are destroyed, they can’t message family members to check on them because they have no electricity or to even cook, they’ve lost so many family members, some with only orphans remaining. guys I literally cannot stress enough how bad the situation there is, theyr facing a man-made famine as we speak, watch any recent video from Bisan if you have any doubt. keep donating and talking about this in the days leading up to Eid, and keep praying for them, keep donating in these last nights of Laylatul qadr and to those who still deny this gruesome genocide then please form a line as I shove my finger up yours

[triggerblaze345]

So Bisan Owda, a journalist from Palestine, held a live on TikTok. This guy managed to record some of it. Bisan has a message she wants the world to hear.

Also a bombing took place near Bisan before this guy started recording and Bisan confirmed it hit a mosque that was surrounded by four schools filled with refugees.

Video description

A person is facing camera

“Hello, I was on Bisan’s live yesterday and she was asked what she would like to share with the world about the Palestinian people. So I would like to share that with you now.

If you don’t know who Bisan is, she is a journalist who is currently risking her life to document and inform people about what is happening right now.

I have her tagged down below but she specifically talked about the phrase “a land without a people for a people without a land” which is a phrase coined to justify the occupation.

I started recording a little late but now she can tell you.

Cut to Bisan Owda talking mid sentence. A plane can be heard in the background the entire time.

“was written and he signed as if he owned this land. You know, before 1921 we had airplanes, we have airports, we had seaports, we had our own cities, our own capital, had a culture, a heritage, our own clothes, our own food, our own trade. We had a beautiful relationship, ships with other countries.

So we were a very beautiful land with a very very beautiful people.

We were not a land without a people.

Our land was promised for some foreigners from the west to come to.

And they came to, they took the land.

So I want the rest of the world to know that, Palestine is a um, a land with people.

Cut back to the first person

“This is were I should say that a couple of minutes before on the live there was a bombing that went off fairly close to where she was and it scared her. She had to pause for a moment then she finished her sentence, finished telling us what she wanted to say and immediately asked for information of where that was so she could then report it back to us.

Cut back to Bisan who is talking to someone off camera in Arabic. The person responds and Bisan turns back to the camera.

“The bombing was over Bilal Mosque. It’s in the middle of Hanunes and it’s surrounded, surrounded by at least 5 to 6 schools full of refugees.”

Bisan takes a deep breath and stares at the camera for a few moments.

“I think guys, I need to sleep. Because I’m afraid that this could be harder and that I uh, I could not sleep, uh, during the whole night you know. So I’ll try to sleep now

Cut back to the first person.

“Also the plane that you’re hearing in the background is constant. She said that it’s been constant even since before October 7th and that is psychologically warfare so that you never know when something is going to fall out of the sky.

She has to go to sleep to that. I just want you to keep that in mind tonight. How hard it would be to fall asleep to that. Knowing what that covers up, knowing what you will inevitably sleep through if you do fall asleep.

Cut back to Bisan.

“Thanks for the support, thanks for hearing, thanks for asking me to talk more about Palestine. So um pray for us, pray for us this year, this this night.”

Cut back to the first person

“Thank you for watching, please share and interact with this video to more people can understand what people have been going through for the last 90 days. Because they can’t stop thinking about it, they literally can’t escape it.”

[farahgzza]

❤️Help me so that i can help my mother and if we must die the money will go to the poor ppl and Orphanages Associations❤️

Today I found a bullet fragment in the place where I am

You must be wondering why such a thing could exist? And how? I respect your innocence because you did not live through such events and I do not wish for my worst enemy to live through them, to live through bombing, destruction and displacement, to live a life of bullets and persecution or simply to live in Gaza.

I was displaced from my beautiful home and now I live in a semi-house devoid of warmth to protect myself from the warplanes and the showers of bullets

➡️Now, my focus has shifted to my family and the desperate need to save them from this hell we call home. This is not just a plea; it is a campaign for survival.

Please, if you can, do not hesitate to donate and help us find safety. Every bit counts in this fight for our lives.

My family and I may die in this war but your help gives us happiness and hope in our lives and if we die the money will go to save the poor and treat animals as well♥️

🛑GUYS, PLEASE, EVERYONE WHO DONATES SHOULD WRITE THEIR NAME OR THE NAME OF A PERSON DEAR TO THEM

because I read it to my family members and we all rejoice and pray for you. I am not exaggerating. Every day I read the name of everyone who donates to us

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I swear to you that I write with all the hope that I will reach my goal. I embrace every word I write and hope that it will convey my message to you clearly.🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🍉

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[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Ok, kids (e.g. miserable and traumatized adults) I’m going to level with you real quick. “Suffering for Christ is fun!” And “the heart is deceitful above all things” are fucking dogwhistles and the absolute basis of fundie brainwashing. Right, ok, watch this:

A list of Bible verses intended to encourage folks under violent persecution under Nero are cherry picked to make you feel guilty for whatever way religious control isn’t fun for you. Christ can handle Roman torture so you can surely handle _______.

Now you feel bad about, say, your massively gay longings, because repressing them can’t possibly be as awful as Jesus’s death.

Which by the way was your fault.

If that sounds wrong, it’s because your judgement can’t be trusted.

In fact, it’s a privilege to be unhappy because Jesus was unhappy, and we wanna be like Jesus.

Also you killed god sooooo 👉👈

DO YOU SEE THE PIPELINE? Do you fucking see it?? Read it again if you’re not sure.

Ok, guess what else:

Jesus wasn’t unhappy. They called him a drunk and a glutton because he was so lit at his friends’ weddings.

Canonically, jesus had a lot of sex worker friends and you don’t hear him giving them shit. All his dialogue is in red btw, it’s pretty easy to find.

Jesus spent a lot of time with groups excluded by previous dogma and repeatedly let his disciples blow off textual rules when it better served those around them in their present context.

He’s really pretty emphatic about food security and healthcare. As in bending the laws of physics to get lunch for strangers and cure them of weird diseases. It’s pretty neat.

I don’t know or care who Jesus Christ is to you, but I’m just gonna set the record straight that he was killed in a rough way after hoofing it around the Middle East with his twelve weird friends and some hoes. Do and think what you want but for the love of God, don’t let a mofo in front of a praise band use my guy to guilt trip you out of basic happiness and humanity.

Anyway, I am a Christian adult. This is what I and plenty of other Christian adults believe. I have 0 desire to control you or your relationships, I do not believe in hell, much less that you, precious beloved child, are going there. I am shouting at you hopefully over anyone who tells you that you are not enough and you deserve the pain you are in.

I love you so much. I wish you joy and nonviolence and authenticity. I wish you healthy food and cool tattoos. I wish you someone to love and loyal friends and an acceptance and a dope fucking jacket. I love you so much. Please be free, glorious, beautiful creature. It’s ok to be happy.

I might not be your mom but I am a mom. For what it’s worth, you deserve the world exactly as you are. If someone else disagrees, fuck that guy. Literally fuck that guy.

Palestine is being bombed the shit out of and the Orange One is running again. These are bad times. My blog is a safe space for you.

If it would feel nice to have someone pray for you, you can always reach out because I will 100% not condemn or pressure you to be any kind of way you’re not. You’re ok, dude.