#you’re a spineless liberal

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u may as well just delete that reblog since nobody in their right minds are gonna agree with you defending reposting art LMAO

anyways nice to see you dont give a shit abt us artists who just dont want to see our creations floating around reposted by strangers who dont even both to remember our names. 🖕

Actually I gained multiple followers from that post. Speak and making lightning, ya know what I’m saying?

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Sorry I’m not done chirping. I have bad insomnia right now.

I’m honestly so sick of the pearl clutching from liberals right now about people not voting. It comes across as so fucking tone deaf.

Listen, I am pro voting and of the mind it’s much smarter in the long run to vote instead of sitting out. Low voter turn out is how the Republicans can stay in power.

However, I feel like turning up your nose at those who don’t vote doesn’t do anything to actually understand WHY people don’t vote. And it’s usually because the Dems never fucking bring anything to the table and try to coast on being the lesser of two evils. That is honestly such an insulting way to run a campaign.

Especially when it comes to minority voters. A lot of them have spoken to how they feel like their material conditions never improve under either party. Yes they get worse under republicans, but “not making things worse” should never be the standard we set. But that’s the message Dems have been running on since Ronald Regan.

And in regards to the moment we’re in now, I think it’s heartless to be looking down on Muslim and Palestinian Americans for not wanting to vote for Kamala Harris. Sure, Palestine might not be a deal breaker for YOU, but spare a fucking thought to the people who’ve lost whole branches of their family in this genocide. This comes back to what I said before: things would be worse in Gaza under Trump, but you’re delusional to think the Biden administration has handled this well. On the issue of Israel/Palestine, Biden and Trump are the same.

As Genocide Joe’s VP, Kamala Harris absolutely has to answer to the abysmal way the administration has handled this genocide. It’s cowardly for her to stay silent and hope she can toe the line up until Election Day. And the time to call her out isn’t when she gets in the White House, it’s right now while she’s still courting the American people.

There are plenty of people who want to vote for the Harris/Walz ticket and their progressive policies, but the silence on Palestine is an absolute deal breaker. My GOAT Hasan Piker said he would literally door knock for Kamala if she changes her position on Americans unwavering support to Israel. Continuing to stick by Israel is LOSER behavior. It’s another example of Dems scurrying to the right on unpopular issues because they’re spineless cowards who are afraid of making brave political decision. The Dems have nothing to gain from their current position. Literally nothing. 

For the people are going to vote no matter what (like myself) now isn’t the moment to spit and hiss at people for not wanting to vote, now is the moment to stand with the people who feel left behind by democratic policy and DEMAND the democrats do better. And we do that by disrupting the good press Harris is getting right now. Go out and protest and call your representatives!!! Make it clear “I’d love to vote for Harris but I can’t in good conscience until her position on Israel changes” THAT’S IT!!!! Even if that’s a lie!!! It’s okay to lie to politicians!!!! Tell them you won’t vote even if you are!!!! Enough noise will make it impossible for them to ignore it!!! 

The biggest problem with the Democratic Party is that they’ve tried time and time again to chase the success the republicans had, instead of engaging with their own base. We are seeing right now the progressive policies are popular and it’s smart politics to build a base on that. And it’s actually incredibly dumb to adopt right wing positions on issues like immigration and Palestine. Drawing the line in the sand now while the Dems are on a winning streak could do a lot to drag American politics away from the nightmare we’ve been living under since Regan. 

[tauforged]

What’s wrong with the voting is a fire extinguisher post? I thought it made a good point…

i’m not going to break it down as verbosely and in-depth as i’d like to because ive got like five minutes left in my lunch break rn but the general idea of “anyone who tries to convince you that structural problems have to be deconstructed to be fixed is The Enemy” (<- almost verbatim a sentence from that post if i’m remembering right), painting those who believe in revolutionary action as irrational extremists and saying shit like “if you think violence is the answer you’ve been radicalized in a Bad Way” it reeks of smug white liberals who wholeheartedly refuse to accept any option that threatens their comfort. these silly people don’t realize that revolution can make things WORSE sometimes uwu!! and the poem itself hinges on such a dogshit metaphor. visualizing ‘the country’ (not explicitly about the US but honestly the attitude speaks for itself) as a burning building with children inside, and that the only options available are ‘spitefully do nothing and watch it burn down’ or voting which is portrayed as the option that instantly puts the fire out. ITS NOT EVEN TRUE! voting has little to no immediate direct real world impact in scenarios like these, and when you’re voting for the people who set the fire and are actively turning away everyone else trying to put it out, the only person your actions serve is yourself! voting in this hypothetical is equivalent to calling the fire department while watching the house burn down from your window across the street and otherwise not lifting a finger to help, not bothering to hold the fire department accountable if they don’t bother to show up or just spray the house down with gasoline instead, and then chastising your other neighbors for attempting to rescue those kids from the burning building or dragging their garden hose over because silly, that’s the firemen’s job! why aren’t you calling 911?? you’re probably an arsonist trying to sow distrust in the fire department so the rest of the neighborhood lets their guard down and you can burn their houses too -_- i’m reporting you for interfering with this rescue operation. like fuck, you know what COULD be symbolized as a fire extinguisher in this stupid fucking metaphor? taking direct fucking action to interfere with the processes keeping the house on fire. grabbing the fire extinguisher you keep in the kitchen and running out there. unreeling your garden hose. bringing a ladder over to try and help the kids get out of the window. someone actively choosing to go in after those kids if the firefighters don’t show fast enough. mutual aid! opening your home to the people whose house just burned down in front of you! supporting your community members who are suffering at the hands of the machine! donate to bail funds! boycott! protest! THREATEN TO WITHOLD YOUR VOTE UNLESS THE POLITICIANS EARN IT!! THATS THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT OF VOTING!!!!! but the truth is that every action that could have immediate beneficial results also holds the potential for immediate consequences, and these people will always value their own comfort over all else, so they convince themselves that the selfish detached option is the only morally correct path and everyone else is just a foreign chaos agent or whatever. it’s just spineless liberalism and clinging to the status quo because it benefits them personally.

[schmope-is-dead]

BECAUSE BABY!!! I’M AN ANARCHIST!!! YOU’RE A SPINELESS LIBERAL!!! WE MARCHED TOGETHER FOR THE EIGHT HOUR DAY AND HELD HANDS IN THE STREETS OF SEATTLE!!! BUT WHEN IT CAME TIME TO THROW BRICKS THROUGH THAT STARBUCKS WINDOW YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE!!!

[crowlore]

amazing that the fundraisers i share here get a fraction of the traffic from my followers that my other reblogs do but i start posting about how ill never forgive self professed liberals who bend over backwards for president genocide funder biden and suddenly my follower count takes a dive. what’s up with that huh. y’all were cool to just sit there silently and ignore the cries of palestinians until i pointed it out? is that it? ill do this song and dance as many times as i have to to drive off spineless cowards like that. im glad you’re gone.

[firelord-frowny]

also i almost truly believe you could change the minds of a non-negligible amount of gun crazy 2nd amendment right wing zealots by reverse-psychology-ing them into associating guns with weakness and fear lmao bc like 

these are the people who by sheer force of cognitive dissonance think of themselves as so tough and strong Unlike Those Whiny Sensitive Liberals, and they’re always so quick to reference the fact that they carry a gun as proof of how big and bad and tough they are, but like 

imagine if everyone responded to them with something like:

awwww, you’re really that scared? you’re really sooooooooo afraid of everything that you need a deadly weapon on your person in order for you to even leave the house? why? just in case the little old lady walking toward you is gonna snatch your purse? hmm? you’re scared somebody’s gonna snatch your purse?? need a weapon so you can stop the big strong black man from stomping on your little dick?? lol ok tough guy! if you say so! whats that even like, to be SUCH a wimp that you cant go anywhere without a gun?? you fuckin weak ass coward! youll never catch me prancing around with a gun, ya know why??? bc im not a spineless lil bitch! you think im scared of you and your lil baby pistol? i dont need a gun, i dont even need to TOUCH you to lay your ass out lmaooo all i gotta do is say CRITICAL RACE THEORY and youll start crying and run home and fantasize about shooting up a black church which youll never actually do on account of you being A Weak Ass Coward!

and then they’d probably shoot me lmfao

but anyway lmao i guess my real point is that if guns were more associated with fear/paranoia/cowardice than with any sort of power or strength, a lot of gun lovers would not love guns so much. 

[nightcoremoon]

the centrists would have you believe that biden and trump are both equally bad for palestine. which… okay. you’re right and no matter the results of the american election, israel is going to destroy palestine. i agree with you on that front. palestine is fucked no matter what anyone does or says. all right. let’s agree with the doomer bullshit. clutch your pearls: palestine doesn’t matter to me in the fucking slightest when it comes to the elections. america will support israel either way, so if you use that as a basis in your decision making skills you’re kinda fucking stupid.

gun to your head, take the red pill or the blue pill and wash it down with piss. the red pill lets you go home to your family with $300,000,000 in tow. the blue pill means they kick you in the dick and then drown you in the piss. “oh I don’t wanna drink piss, I’m taking neither pill” congratulations your brains are now on the wall, you dumb fuck. here’s your secret third option, you roundhouse kick the guy with the gun and break out rambo-style, yeah, that’s realistic. piss is gross but if you think I’m not gonna drink it instead of die you’re mistaken.

I’d rather be called a piss drinker then be drowned in piss, just like I’d rather be called a “spineless liberal” than watch every civil right we’ve gained in the past 60 years go away. but hey whatever that’s just using logic fact & reason instead of superficial sensationalist emotions & peer pressure.

[eowyntheavenger]

was going to vote blue as harm reduction while openly saying i woudln't vote for biden unless he calls for a ceasefire to try to influence his foreign policy. you know, as a threat, to leverage my only power in the scenario to get what i want out of my elected official. but after seeing all of you useless fucking liberals chide people over just THREATENING not to vote for biden, to try to end a fucking GENOCIDE, making endless posts about how you'll vote for whatever genocider the dems elect as long as it doesnt bother your precious domestic policy, i'm actually not going to vote for him now! congratulations, trump is going to win the fucking election because of people like you who are so spineless they don't even realize that committing a widely unpopular genocide is going to lose someone the election no matter how much you finger wag at the voters for being repulsed by it. if you want biden to win, fucking force him to change his foreign policy, nothing else will work.

This ask is stupid on many levels — partly because you’re lashing out at me for things I’ve never said, and partly because you contradict yourself.

I have never said that threatening to withhold your vote, while planning to vote blue anyway, was a bad thing to do. I’ve only said that ultimately refusing to vote blue was a bad thing to do. And I have encouraged putting pressure on the Democrats on Palestine and other issues. If you took a look at my blog you’d know that.

You apparently understand what harm reduction means, but then decided to…not do that. What you’re planning to do now is basically cutting off your nose to spite your face. “Trump is going to win the election because of you” — no, if Trump wins it will be because Trump supporters voted for him while people like you sat on their hands.

Another thing you’re getting wrong: I have never finger-wagged at people repulsed by genocide. I am one of the people repulsed by the genocide and Biden’s support to Israel. I also know that if Trump is elected, not only will he make things in Palestine even worse, he will make things so much worse in America that we will all be fighting even harder for our lives rather than being able to spend that energy helping Palestine.

“I want people to put pressure on Biden to fix his foreign policy” and “I will ultimately vote blue in the presidential election” are statements that can and should coexist.

You apparently used to understand what harm reduction meant. I suggest you try to remember.

[abyssal-debonair]

A Black woman???? So just one (1) Black woman???? And that’s all it takes for yall to say an incident didn’t have racist undertones???? Fucking pathetic. Top tier tokenism on par with Hollywood throwing one character of color into a “diverse” cast or a lone Black juror among white jurors judging on a case of police brutality. Fucking atrocious.

Look, I am all for Palestinian liberation and dismayed at Biden’s spinelessness in the face of Israel’s ongoing slaughter on Gaza, but I have had it with the lying and dehumanization and hostile bigotry coming from the people who are supposedly on our side and yall’s denial or excuses of it when called out. It isn’t everyone, of course, but current events have brought out the absolute worst in people — more often than not white Americans comfortable and untouched at home, yall who spew your rancid takes on social media then walk out in public ready to project microaggressions at anyone with skin darker than their own.

Black people are not a monolith, we are not a hivemind, but yall treat us as such as soon as one Black person takes your side without criticism. Likewise, you’re right in that many Black people of faith have advocated for a ceasefire and Palestinian liberation, but they have done perhaps more than you. You do not approach us and spit in our faces, use our beliefs to excuse your incivility. Shame on you. Yall have a lot to fucking unlearn.

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if you support Ukrainian freedom against their oppressors but cannot support Palestinian freedom against their oppressors you’re a spineless braindead liberal

[taylovelinus]

actually I don’t give a shit that Taylor is dating Matty Healy because women are not responsible for the words and actions of men. Ever. Yes, EVER. He’s horrible and I hate him, and I wish Taylor wasn’t hanging around him. She is STILL not responsible for him or the words that come out of his mouth, and I think spending your energy punishing her instead of rightfully dragging him is borderline misogynistic. I still don’t necessarily think that means that Taylor’s activism in recent years was “just a cash grab”.

Also if you base your consumption off of which artist is the most liberal and agrees with today’s correct opinions I think you’re spineless and have an IQ of 12. And If you think her activism was fake you know literally nothing about her. Her one month link to Matty suddenly invalidates the years of advocacy and SUBSTANTIAL monetary support? Get real

[carnal-lnstinct]

If you’re still taking requests for the SCOURGE OF THE STARS may I please request a dub con , breeding kink and blood kink with the ox prince of fire mountain or corrupted beast gohan? Something dangerous but you don’t realize it with his “polite” facade until you’re in the bed?

Ox Prince Gohan x Reader〖 requested by anonymous 〗 ✦✦Content: M / 18+. MINORS DNI. dating. manipulation. breeding kink. ✦✦Warning: explicit language, blood / blood kink. biting ✦✦A/N: I'm having too much fun with this version of Gohan ♥

He takes more after his father than he'd like to admit. When he's not actively looking for trouble, there was something in his eyes and manners that conveyed a trusting and gentle soul. It never failed to give people the impression he is weak, he is spineless, or he is malleable. Allowing them to think he couldn't harm a fly just made it fun to show otherwise. He couldn't wait to show you the real him. 

You met Gohan for the first time while he was out with his grandfather and younger brother, and in that short interaction, you became one of many who made that poor assumption that you accidentally bumped into three of the nicest gentlemen you've ever met. Gohan himself is not above making assumptions from first impressions as well, and he immediately pegged you by your awkward and mild mannerisms that you must be into that type of person. Someone who didn’t intimidate you. Your demeanor made him want to prove himself right.

That, and the fact you held some attractive qualities to his straying eyes he wanted to become familiar with. Your name is barely part of his vocabulary and already he can't help but imagine the sound of your whimpers and what your skin must look like beneath the layer of clothing flattering your curves. He wasted no time baiting you in for a date to "make up for running into you". His little game quickly began.

One date to gain your affection with his respectful charm. Another to gain your trust, complemented by touching sincerity. A third date to gain your intimacy and sow little hints of longing. And one more to reward his cunning, a kiss that was stronger than last time. One with a bold assertion of held back desire practically begging for the next step in this dating phase. You ate it all up, none the wiser to his omittance of character as anyone would be when treated so fondly by someone who looked upon you the way Gohan did. You were very much willing to be led to any edge by him, trusting that he would not let you fall over. He had been so patient with you up until this date, you wanted to give him more of you. If only you knew what that truly entailed for you.

You didn’t think much of it initially after he brought you to his home. Gohan wasted no time pressing your buttons and committing to memory those small things that made your legs buckle and thighs squeeze under the pleasure. You couldn’t think of anything beyond where it was leading. You moved more bold in return, removing his glasses in the process and admiring his natural beauty. You could make out more of the structure of his face and really take in his dark stare, witnessing in an instant how his lust clouded the light in his eyes and his smile become crooked.

The kiss he planted on your lips was more controlling than driven to please but it still felt too good to be anything but a liberating act of passion from one to another. His warm tongue poured past your lips and boldly drew yours out to play while he forced the remaining clothes from your body. Gohan takes your hand and guides it back to his own body, fitting your smaller palm against his bulge. Holding it there even your touch flinched realizing what you felt. He gives a cunning chuckle, cupping your chin with his other hand and licking along your bottom lip before withdrawing from the kiss.

“I’ve been saving it for you.��� He confessed with a lowered tone, sensual honey in your ears. “Be nice to me, alright?” A thoughtless nod is all you can answer with, unwilling to see how he had not promised the same. That’s when he knew he had you exactly where he wanted you.

He opened his pants to you, and instinctually you reached for his cock, once again squeezing your excited thighs together at the bare touch of it. Gohan returns the gesture, first grabbing your ass with a worshipping wiggle of its weight in his grasp before following the natural split to your eager hole. He raises one of your legs to his hips and slightly dips you to wet his fingers with your leaking juices on the other hand, then squeezes a finger inside you.

Your wet insides came to life at the touch, the first little sound to leave your lips made his length twitch in your hand. He used one finger just long enough to push a second and the emphatic moan that left you urged his twisted pleasure to take what he worked so hard for. What his fingers couldn’t complete in making you cum under his touch, he was sure to make up for with his cock, swiftly lifting you off your feet and pulling your spread hips into him where he can drag you down onto his length. The sudden spasm nursing for relief around him just made him smirk harder knowing you came just from him penetrating you, but he didn’t let up a second to let your fully stimulated nerves recover. He made you straddle his forearms while holding your ass and bounced you off his thrusts as you cried out in your pleasure. 

You threw your arms around his shoulders and muffled yourself on his lips, his tongue demanding yours once again. Gohan then draws your hips to his without mercy, sure to feel his full size stroked and selfishly tending to meet his own orgasm. He was enamored with nothing more than the thought of filling your stretched hole with his cum as the cherry on top of getting to have his way with you: another silly human who underestimates what he is capable of. All because he flashed you with his father’s inherited smile and convinced you with his wiles that he can’t help but be so lucky to have run into you. He could do anything he wanted with you now, flaw this heated flesh and tailor your holes to only him as marks of his conquest. Make it so only he can be your entire world for as long as he needed you.

That was when you hissed between your moans, feeling your lip pinched under a sharp bite but it was dulled as you edged closer to cumming again. You felt it once more and tried to pull away to soothe your bottom lip. Gohan then pushed you up against a wall and pinned your head back with a rougher kiss. A small bead of blood rose up on your lip and the tang hit his tongue, making him shudder with delight at the taste, his thrusts growing harder. His grip became a discomfort feeling his blunt nails dig into your plush ass sure to leave indentations along with the eager canines trying to bite your lip a third time. It was enough to pull you out of his spell for the moment, speaking up his name with concern at his sudden roughness only to be ignored. Gohan released a deep, impatient groan and without warning buried his face into your neck and shoulder pressing his sharp teeth into your flesh. The surprised and pained shrill that left you was drowned out in his ears by the warm blood spilled to his tongue whilst his cock spilled inside you.

[methuser]

@dazai-apologist and you’re a spineless fucking pig too. thanks for taking a break from inane anime posting to reblog woe-is-me, self-victimising bullshit so nobody thinks you’re ignoring the Palestinian tragedy. Your silent, invertebrate tags are super constructive and are sure to inch us towards Palestinian liberation. Give me a fucking break. You couldn’t even do tumblr brown-nosing right, could you? Did you actually even bother to research anything that’s going on, or was it too much of an inconvenience to fuck up your BSD Twitter algorithm with the cries of tortured people? Love how this “entire thing” for you is Palestinians getting annihilated and yet all you could do was add performative tags to show your tumblr followers that you’re not an antisemite. You’re actually revolting and you need to fucking educate yourself, contribute meaningfully, or delete your blog.

How To Be Anti-Zionist WITHOUT Being Antisemitic

Yes! It's possible! But it's not automatic.

This post is by no means comprehensive, but bear in mind rule one of the Internet: You CANNOT tell the difference between a well-meaning yet uninformed leftist, and a neo-Nazi sockpuppet pretending to be a leftist to spread antisemitic rhetoric. Reading and absorbing the information in this post will help you avoid dipping into antisemitic modes of thinking.

Don't deny Jewish history in Palestine. There's been a continuous Jewish presence in Palestine ever since the Romans destroyed Judea - and not just the descendants of Jews who stuck around after that; Jews have been making aliyah to Palestine, and specifically the four holy cities (Hebron, Safed, Tiberias, and Jerusalem), for pretty much the entire history of the Jewish Diaspora. Every time Jews got expelled from somewhere, some Jews migrated to Palestine. There was even an attempt, in the middle of the war between the Byzantines and Sasanians in the 7th century, to regain political autonomy in Palestine and reconstitute Judea under the Sasanids (it, uh, obviously didn't succeed.) This is all historical fact, but that doesn't mean any of it justifies apartheid in the modern day. Denying the history doesn't help anyone, it just makes you antisemitic.

Don't whitewash the Jewish population in Israel. Ashkenazim only make up about 31% of Israel's Jewish population, less if you consider that the 2019 study would have counted Bulgarian and Greek Jews as Ashkenazim, when they're in fact Sephardic. The majority of Israeli Jews are Mizrahim who were expelled from other countries in the SWANA region who wrongly blamed their local Jewish populations for the Nakba. There is an internal racial dynamic within Israel where Ashkenazim hold hegemony, and that is worth critiquing in concert with Israeli oppression of Palestinians, but just saying "Jews are white Europeans" is antisemitic and flatly wrongheaded. Jews are an ethnoreligious group whose members come from all racial backgrounds.

Don't invoke classic antisemitic tropes like dual loyalty, or tell Jewish Israelis to "go back where they came from". Most Israelis do not have a second passport, are not eligible for a second passport, and cannot return to wherever they or their grandparents came to Palestine from. Litvak Israelis can't return to Lithuania, their communities were destroyed by the Nazis and then paved over and replaced by the Soviets. Moroccan Israelis can't return to Morocco, they were expelled. American Israelis only make up about 5% of the Israeli population. Jews have always lived on "other people's land", the difference in Palestine is that we're the oppressor, rather than the oppressed.

Understand why Israelis fear the Palestinian Right to Return, even if that fear is something you (rightly) oppose. It's true that settlers always become anxious about the people whose land they stole fighting back, but with Israelis this is even more potent due to two thousand years of antisemitism, and in particular, an event in living memory. In 1932, German and Austrian Jews were stripped of their citizenship, becoming stateless, and when the Evian Conference was held in 1938 to address what to do with the Jewish refugees, all 32 countries in attendance refused to take in more than at most 30,000 Jewish refugees, and that "most" was from the USA and the UK. (Except the Dominican Republic, but that was because Trujillo wanted to bring in a surge of Europeans to overwhelm the country's Black population, so...) When my country, Canada, itself a settler colony, was asked how many Jewish refugees would be allowed into Canada after the war, the infamous response was "None is too many." Golda Meir, then representing the British Mandate in Palestine, and later a Prime Minister of Israel who said and did some awful shit to Palestinians, was not permitted to speak or participate in the conference, she was only allowed to observe as country after country refused to accept Jewish refugees in any large number. (Though it should be noted that Chaim Weizmann and David Ben-Gurion, later the first President and Prime Minister of Israel respectively, actually supported this bullshit, because they thought having nowhere else to go would drive Jewish refugees to Palestine. They were right.) Israeli settlers are terrified of becoming a minority, because they do not trust the Palestinians to be any different from the rest of the world. And again, none of this justifies Israeli apartheid, but it elucidates where the Israelis are coming from, and should inform your anti-Zionist work.

Be specific and precise in where your principled anti-Zionism is coming from. To say that "the State of Israel is an openly settler-colonialist venture that has displaced millions of Palestinians and continues to engage in daily human rights abuses and ethnic cleansing" is specific and precise. To say that "Zionists use the Holocaust to play victim and get whatever they want"... do you understand the difference between those two statements? And why the second one might sound like when you say "Zionists", what you really mean is "Jews"?

Avoid double standards. Unless you genuinely believe that all white people should be kicked out of the Americas and return to Europe, don't apply that same belief to Israeli Jews. There is no post-Israeli future in Palestine that doesn't involve Jews living there. See points 1 and 4. And just to be clear, avoiding double standards cuts both ways. There is also no just future that involves the continued apartheid and ethnic cleansing of Palestine. It's evil, fascist, and genocidal for Israeli military officials to say that for all they care Gazans can go jump into the sea.

For fuck's sake stop putting the Neturei Karta on my dash. The Neturei Karta are a fringe group of Litvish Haredim who split off from other Haredim in Jerusalem. They're very publicly anti-Zionist while also being visibly ultra-Orthodox, so they get a lot of attention, but they're also Holocaust revisionists who attended and spoke at a 2006 Holocaust denial conference whose other speakers included David Duke of the KKK and several outright Holocaust deniers, and their leader defended Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, a president of Iran who claimed Jews made up the Holocaust. If you want anti-Zionist Jews, there are plenty of us. Check out Jewish Voice for Peace, Independent Jewish Voices, or even the Satmar if you really want Haredim. Don't give the fucking Neturei Karta any oxygen.

Finally: Zionism is not a euphemism. Zionism is not "when Jews do a thing I don't like," and a Zionist is not "a Jew I disagree with/don't like". Zionism is a nationalism, and like all nationalisms, it hasn't fully delivered on the liberation it was created to provide, and it's oppressed others in the process. Zionism will never go away until the material conditions that drive Jewish nationalism - that is, global antisemitism - are addressed, and yet the Palestinian right to liberation is not and must not be contingent on the end of antisemitism. This is the fundamental problem at the core of the issue: Zionists believe Jewish safety will only come from a Jewish ethnostate with a Jewish majority, and since everywhere on Earth is populated by someone, it may as well be in Palestine, given the Jewish historical roots there. And they're wrong. They're doing horrific, evil, genocidal things in the name of Jewish safety, and they're wrong to do so. But we can condemn Zionism from an informed perspective, rather than from an ignorant one, and in doing so avoid antisemitism and strengthen our anti-Zionist work. The last thing we want to do is spread Nazi rhetoric in the name of Palestinian liberation.

[hopelesshawks]

Hii ! First of all I love your writing it's so smooth ^^ And I have a request about stepbro!bakugo x fem!reader nsfw & falling in love [if it could happens on reader's 21 birthday] thank you <3

Ahhh thank you!! But also w o w, ok I see you 👀👀👀 and I got you. This got…… so long between just setting up the context and then getting to the actual smut lmao so I hope you enjoy

Obviously this one contains NSFW AND DARK CONTENT and thus is 18+ ONLY. Check the warnings and read at your own discretion. Minors dni

Warnings for overly liberal use of italics, step-cest/pseudo incest, brief mention of male masturbation, groping without consent (not from Bakugo), semi public sex, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, fingering, finger sucking, nipple play, and size kink

It’s been years and Bakugo still doesn’t understand why his stupid fucking mother had to go and marry your stupid fucking father. He couldn’t give less of a shit that his parents got divorced, his dad had always been spineless anyway, but of all the people his mother could choose she had to pick your dad and he had to get stuck with you as his new step sister. He’s hated everything about you since you and your dad first moved into his house.

He hated you when you were both 16 and you had just moved into the room that was supposed to be his training room.

He hated you when you both were 17 and you were getting more confident in yourself, firing back whenever he’d make a jab at you.

He hated you when you both were 18 and you wore that stupid fucking bikini that showed off your figure so well.

He especially hated you when you were both 19 and his mother pulled him aside for a stern talk about boundaries and how “you’re siblings now, act like it” after she caught his eyes wandering to inappropriate places.

Now you’re 20 and he’s 21, his hero career is flourishing, and he’s moved out of your parents’ house and doesn’t have to see you traipsing around like you don’t know what you do to him when you walk around in your skimpy pajamas. The distance is good. It’s easier to forget the way his name sounds on your lips, your parents insisting you call him by his first one because “siblings don’t call each other by their last names (y/n), even if they are different”. It’s easier to avoid Kiri’s knowing looks whenever he comes to hang out, teasing Bakugo every time he notices his friend’s gaze hanging on your figure a little too long. Bakugo hates you. Really, he does.

Except Bakugo doesn’t really hate you at all, and that’s what he actually hates.

His strong desire to be number one has always been his excuse for why he doesn’t date or sleep around despite his attractive features and rising popularity from hero work. The truth is he doesn’t date or sleep around because no one else is you. The last time he’d tried to hook up with a girl, just looking for a way to satisfy the itch and make sure he didn’t do anything he’d regret at the next family function, he had almost moaned your name instead of hers and from that point on he knew it was useless. No one else is good enough for him, but he also isn’t allowed to have you. So instead of sleeping his way through half of Japan’s female population like he could be, he’s spent late night after late night fisting his cock to thoughts of you and how things might be different if his stupid, shitty mom had never married your stupid, shitty dad.

“I don’t care how busy you are with hero work you’re going to your sister’s birthday party and that’s final!”

“She’s not my fucking sister, shitty woman,” Bakugo growls down the phone line, already fed up with the conversation with his mother.

“She is your sister and you’re going. You should be excited! Big 21st birthday bash at a club!” his mom insists but Bakugo can’t think of a worst place to be alone with you.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

His mother sighs heavily down the line before finally making a confession. “Look you little shit, I’m going to be real with you. I don’t trust the friends she’s going with as far as I can throw them so I’m asking you to do your fucking job as a brother and a pro hero and protect her for the night alright? You can crash here afterwards and I won’t even harass you about making more time for the family.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. This is literally the dumbest fucking idea he could possibly think of but he finds himself grumbling “Fine, but ya better fucking make it worth my while shitty woman,” even though he knows he shouldn’t.

He knew coming to your stupid party was a terrible idea and now he’s paying the price.

You’re wearing a red body con dress that hugs your figure just right, the hem stopping at your upper thighs to expose your gorgeous legs. It takes everything in him to keep himself from admiring how your body looks, his eyes constantly trying to focus in on your boobs or ass. “Thanks for coming, I don’t know what crawled up your mom’s ass suddenly,” you sigh, taking a sip of the cocktail in your hand as you lean against the bar beside Bakugo. He rolls his eyes, taking a long pull of his own drink before muttering “Don’t get too excited dumbass, I’m only fucking here ‘cause that shitty woman wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone.” A look briefly flashes across your face, one that looks suspiciously like hurt, but before he can comment on it the look is gone as you knock back the rest of your drink and push off from where you’d been leaning. “Whatever, fuck you too Katsuki-nii,” you huff before stalking off to where your friends are on the dance floor.

He fucking hates that the words send blood rushing below his waist, his dick twitching in interest at the sound of his name on your lips even with that stupid honorific that indicates exactly why he can’t do shit with you. The minute he empties his drink he orders another, watching the way you dance with your friends. He knows some of them eye him up, recognize him from the news and want a piece, but they pale in comparison to you. So his eyes never leave your form, and he sees the way they roll their eyes, assuming he’s too busy playing big brother to think sexual thoughts when they couldn’t be more wrong.

Suddenly some other man is pulling up behind you, fucking grinding against you, and he can tell by the wicked look in their eyes that your friends see an opportunity. So they egg this random stranger on, spewing filth that has the stranger trying to latch onto you even as you shy away. You look so uncomfortable, wanting nothing more than to escape this man’s wandering hands as he tries to grope you. The music of the club is too loud for Bakugo to really hear anything but he’s pretty sure he just saw the stupid painted lips of one of your friends form the word “prude”.

Katsuki sees red.

He’s storming over before his brain has even had the chance to tell his legs to move, palms crackling dangerously as his temper flares. One hand shoves you behind him as the other pushes the man who’d been harassing you away. “What’s your problem asshole?” the guy questions, dusting himself off. But then his eyes meet Katsuki’s fiery crimson ones and he sees the rage there. The smell of burnt caramel cuts through the smell of sweat and alcohol as Bakugo grabs the other man’s shirt and hauls him close, fangs bared. “Y-you’re pro hero Dynamight,” the man whimpers as recognition dawns on him. “Oh you recognize me hah? Then you know what the fuck I do to villains that fuckin’ piss me off,” Bakugo growls. “But I’m not-” “Really? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure gropin’ someone without their consent is a fuckin’ crime you worthless, dumb shit extra.” The man quivers, panic melting away all the ego and bravado that had made him dare to mess with you in the first place. He babbles apologies and Bakugo rolls his eyes at how completely and utterly pathetic it is before he shoves the man to the ground and demands he get lost. The man nods before scrambling off the ground and doing just that, not even daring to look behind him.

“Boooo, you’re no fun,” one of your friends pouts and the rage still simmering beneath Katsuki’s skin reignites in full fury as he whirls around to face all of them. You look like you’re still trying to recover from the violation earlier and the protectiveness that sweeps through him makes his heart trip in his chest. This is bad. This is really bad. Because he’s not an idiot, he knows what the swelling feeling in his chest in response to your teary-eyed, grateful look means; has heard Deku babble on and on about Round Cheeks enough times to know that what he’s feeling for you goes by the same name; but he can’t. You are the worst forbidden fruit and it’s frustrating because the two of you aren’t even technically related so why the fuck should he have to pay this price? And then his thoughts are interrupted by one of your friends saying “Geez, you’re such an overprotective big brother,” and Bakugo snaps.

“I’m not her fucking brother,” he growls, and he didn’t mean for it to come out that harsh, but Bakugo Katsuki has never been good at controlling his tone or his temper.

He barely notices the way your friends’ eyes widen in shock because his eyes are drawn entirely to your reaction. You reel back as if he physically struck you, eyes rapidly filling with tears, and just as the first ones start to fall you turn away and take off deeper into the club. Bakugo curses under his breath, following you in spite of your friends’ words of confusion and insistence he stay. They’re inconsequential as he desperately chases after you, his carmine eyes trained on your fleeing form as you find a back exit to the club and slip out into the night air.

He finally manages to catch up to you in the alley behind the club. “Get back here dumbass!” he demands as he catches your arm and yanks you towards him. “Fuck you, let go of me!” you protest, trying to fight your way out of his unrelenting grip. “What the fuck is your problem?” he asks incredulously. “You! You’re my problem!” “Hah? What’re you babbling about idiot?”

“Why do you hate me?” you finally sob, voice breaking on the syllables.

“I don’t hate you dumbass,” he grumbles and you have the audacity to scoff at him with a roll of your eyes and it makes the anger flare up in his chest again.

Before the rational part of his brain can stop him he’s shoving you harshly up against the brick wall, his arms caging you in and his face close, too close, to yours. He at least has the good sense to keep his hips angled away from yours, his cock taking a sick interest in the way your perfume smells and how your chest heaves and how easy it would be to slot his lips against yours and finally take you the way he’s wanted to for years. “I said I don’t hate you,” he growls lowly, desperately willing his rapidly hardening dick to calm down. “Then why do you hate it so much when I call you brother huh?” you ask defiantly and the smug anger that’s settled on your face because you think you’ve won is too much. Katsuki sighs, and maybe it’s the alcohol in his system that loosens his tongue, because instead of just taking the out and letting you continue to think he hates you, he mumbles “Look down idiot.”

You give him an incredulous and confused look and Katsuki hates that you’re not picking up on what he’s trying to tell you, as if this isn’t humiliating enough. He rolls his eyes before very pointedly looking you in the eye and then dragging his eyes down to the prominent tent in his jeans. Your gaze follows his and finally it clicks, as your anger melts away and you take a sharp inhale, staring at the evidence of Katsuki’s improper feelings for you. He’s not sure what he expected you to do. Shy away from him in disgust, scream at him to stay away, god maybe even leave to call your parents and tell them what a horrible pervert their son is to be lusting after his step sister.

But you don’t do any of those things…

Instead you reach a cautious hand forward and experimentally stroke Bakugo through the rough fabric of his jeans. He hisses at the feeling, dick twitching in interest and desperate to be freed. You move to palm him again but his hand catches your wrist. “Don’t,” he warns, “don’t start something you don’t want to finish.” “What if I do want to?”

Fiery, crimson eyes snap to meet yours, his pupils blowing wide until only a thin ring of red remains. While he’s distracted, you daringly push your hand forward again to stroke over the bulge in his jeans and the last of Katsuki’s will power crumbles in front of you as he surges forward to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. He kisses you like a man starving, finally permitting his entire body to settle against yours as he pushes you more firmly up against the wall. He uses one leg to part your thighs, grinding his erection into your hip and slipping his tongue inside the wet heat of your mouth when you gasp at the action. Your hands quickly find their way to the nape of his neck, brushing through the shorter strands there before one moves up to the longer strands near the top of his head and grasps firm hold, tugging on his ash blonde locks. He moans into the kiss in satisfaction, his own hands finding your hips as he rocks into you a second time.

Wetness floods your sex and you can feel it dampening your panties as you desperately try to pull him in closer and closer. His hands skim down to the hem of your dress, pulling the material up to your hips to reveal your underwear to him. He pulls away from the kiss to look at you properly and all but purrs in satisfaction at what he finds. “Look at what a mess you’ve made,” he all but whispers, using one hand to gently tilt your head down so you can take in the sight of your own panties, an obvious wet spot staining them as proof of your arousal. His grip tightens on your waist as the other hand slips down your body just to rub one, single finger over your slit through the dampened fabric. “What a dirty little slut, gettin’ this wet for your brother when I’ve barely even touched you,” he murmurs, noting the way your breath catches in your throat and your thighs squeeze together at the words. “Oh you like that? You like when I remind you why we shouldn’t be doing this? Bet you fucking get off to thoughts of your Katsuki-nii stuffing you full don’t you?” he growls, fingers still barely grazing over your clothed slit even though you’re desperate for more. He doesn’t expect an answer, so imagine his surprise when you grind your hips into his hand and moan out a desperate “yes”.

He freezes immediately. You’ve been thinking about him? All this time he thought he was alone in his forbidden thoughts, but you’ve been struggling just as much?

“You tellin’ me you’ve stuffed this pretty little cunt with your fingers thinkin’ about me?” he asks breathlessly and your frantic nod has even more heat pooling in his gut. He swears under his breath, palms crackling as he burns away the fabric of your panties. “Tell me about it,” he demands but your mind is hazy with lust and you can’t think straight enough to figure out what he’s asking. “What?” you ask and the way he scoffs at you shouldn’t turn you on even more but it does. “Tell me all about your pervy little fantasies you stupid, little whore. Tell me what you’ve pictured me doing to you,” he elaborates and it’s enough to make you almost dizzy with arousal. “You, uh, you would always start by rubbing my clit,” you admit. His hand shifts and suddenly you’re gasping as his middle finger begins to do just that, pressing little circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s already enough to have your legs trembling but then he leans forward to whisper into your ear “and then what?” and you think you may just combust on the spot.

“A-and then, you’d slip two fingers inside of me,” you pant and you can feel him smirking against the shell of your ear as his thumb takes over working your clit and he slides his middle and ring finger inside your clenching cunt. It’s sinful how easy it is to slip inside of you and he tells you as much as he starts to pump them in and out. “Like this?” he asks cheekily but all you can do is nod as you keen and whimper at the feeling of his long, thick digits working you open. They’re so much better than your own fingers and you can already feel yourself approaching your climax even though the fun seems to have only just begun. “What next Princess?” he asks. “Nipples. You, uh, you play with my nipples,” you somehow manage to explain even as stars start to dance across your vision. The hand not currently buried inside you slides up to roughly shove down the top of your dress and bra so your tits are exposed. He doesn’t miss a beat as his thumb starts to circle your already hard nipples, pinching the nub between his fingers just as the fingers of his other hand find that one, perfect spot inside you and you cry out desperately. The coil of pleasure inside you winds tighter and tighter and tighter until finally it snaps and you cum around his fingers, falling apart against the brick wall as Katsuki litters kisses along your jaw, murmuring about what a good little slut you are.

As you come down from your high, he slips his fingers from inside you and brings them up to your lips. You eagerly bring them into your mouth, moaning around them as he watches you, completely transfixed. When you’ve finally licked them clean he pulls them from your mouth, his thumb brushing your lower lip to hold it open. “You’re such a good little slut for me aren’t you?” he asks. “Yes, ‘Suki, just for you,” you tell him breathlessly and he knows he can’t wait any longer. He kisses you deeply, knocking all the air from your lungs as his hands fumble with the fly of his jeans, roughly shoving them and his boxer briefs down his thighs to liberate his aching cock. His mouth parts from yours but he doesn’t go far, both of you panting into the thin sliver of space between you. His hands find your waist and then he’s whispering “Jump up for me Princess,” and you’re happy to oblige. His rough hands help you up and then your legs are wrapping around his waist and he’s pressing you harder against the wall so it can help take your weight. The cold, rough surface of the brick bites into your skin but you couldn’t care less as Katsuki lines himself up with your slick entrance.

It’s almost surreal as he slowly starts to push into you. Sure it’s an alley and hardly anyone goes back there, but there’s still the possibility that anyone could walk by and see the pro hero Dynamight splitting open his step sister. The media would have a field day if they found out, but somehow that element of danger and taboo only makes the entire experience that much hotter. He pays careful attention to each noise and whimper you make, using it as a judge for how quickly he can push inside you. Bakugo knows how big he is, knows that his girth is just as impressive as his length. He loves the way you whimper about “too much” and “doesn’t fit” as he assures you that it very much will fit even if he has to force it to.

Each additional inch that you sink down on Katsuki’s length stretches you wider and burns just that little bit more, but no matter how much you whimper you’re addicted to the pleasure pain of it. Even as you insist it won’t fit you don’t even dream of telling him to stop. This is all you’ve wanted for so long and as he finally bottoms out inside you it well and truly sinks in that you’re finally getting to have it, have him, after years of silently pining. “‘M gonna start movin’,” he finally mutters after he’s been buried to the hilt inside you for a little too long to bear. “Yes, please, please start moving,” you moan, pleasure spiking as you feel his grip on your hips tighten as he pulls out and then roughly snaps his hips forward again to surge back inside you. You yelp at the force of it, that familiar burn returning with his rough handling but you crave it and soon, as his thrusts start speeding up, the pain melts away to mind numbing pleasure. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh is music to your ears as you hang onto him tightly, curses tumbling from both your lips as you drive each other into new depths of pleasure. When he shifts the angle just slightly so the head of his cock digs into that one, perfect spot along your inner walls on every thrust you know it’ll be over soon. “Katsuki, Katsuki please, I’m g’nna, I’m g’nna-” “I know Princess, I know. Clamping down so fuckin hard around me. Want you to cum with me ok? Cum with me. Cum with me you dirty little slut, want to hear you moan out my name like a good girl.” His filthy words are enough to push you over the edge, clamping down around him and causing his hips to stutter in their movement as he curses under his breath. You reach your climax first, all but screaming his name into the night as the fluttering of your walls sends him over the edge too. White ropes of his cum paint your insides as he spills inside you, muffling his own cries into the crook of your shoulder.

You both try to catch your breath as you float back down to earth, Katsuki moving his face from your neck to press his forehead against yours instead.

“I love you,” he confesses and your heart pounds so loudly in your chest you swear he must be able to hear it. “Tha’s why I hate it when you call me brother. Because I love you idiot,” he continues, swallowing hard around the words. “I love you too,” you reply without hesitation, knowing the words have yearned to be spoken for years now. “Yea?” “Yea.” “Good. Let’s get you home Princess.”

The next morning Bakugo is the first awake, not that he expected any differently. He makes his way to the kitchen and begins making breakfast for everyone, knowing it probably won’t be long until your parents wake up and not wanting to hear his mom yell at him for only making something for himself. To his surprise, it’s not his mother’s voice but rather yours that he first hears. “Good morning Katsuki,” you greet him cheerily, drawing his attention to where you’re leaning against the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen. You’re in another one of your flimsy little pajama sets but this time he doesn’t have to hide the way he hungrily takes in your form. “‘Morning,” he smirks, silently beckoning you over with a nod of his head. You oblige, sidling up next to him and pressing a coy kiss to his cheek, earning you a pinch on the rear that has you giggling. “Whatcha makin’?” you ask. “The fuck does it look like? ‘M makin’ breakfast for you and the rest of this shitty family,” he scoffs in response. “Aww, making breakfast for the whole family? You going soft on me Katsuki-nii?” you tease him with a grin, leaning into his space until your lips are mere inches apart. “Now listen here you brat-”

Your banter is cut off by the sound of someone bumping into something in the dining room, releasing a string of curses as they do so. You and Bakugo spring apart as if electrocuted, you rapidly moving to the cabinet to grab a cup while Katsuki zeroes back in on cooking, both of you trying to calm your racing hearts. “Morning you two,” Mitsuki yawns, a newspaper tucked under one arm as she still rubs at the spot on her side she must’ve knocked against the wood of the dining room chairs. You both mumble good mornings as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice and pray your step mother doesn’t notice the slight shaking of your hands. “Oh, you two made the news this morning by the way,” Mitsuki states casually, taking the newspaper out from under her arm and pressing it to Katsuki’s chest as the blood runs cold in you two’s veins. He unfolds the paper, preparing himself for a headline his career may never recover from, only to find a photo of him shoving the guy who’d groped you in the club while you cower behind the safety of your step brother. The headline says nothing about him being a perverted step sister fucker. No, it hails him as a hero, the article going on to say that more men need to be taking notes from Bakugo Katsuki on protecting women from nightclub harassers. He’s still processing that you and him haven’t gotten caught when his mother is suddenly ruffling his hair. “Who knew my gremlin son could be such a gentleman!” she grins. Katsuki bats her hand away, scowling as he growls “Don’t touch me shitty woman!” His mother, used to his mouth, basically ignores him, instead grinning even brighter as she turns to you. “You’re lucky to have such a good brother to take care of you,” she laughs. You hide your smirk with the rim of your glass as you reply.

“I really am, aren’t I?”

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[imeverywoman420]

wishing abuse on somebody isn’t cool tho … you’re just as nasty . blocking you and everybody else who liked and reblogged that abhorrent post :)

Are you like a cartoon liberal or something???? Omg i cannot imagine being this spineless

[silvermoon424]

You know... I can empathize with Centrists, particularly the anti-voting crowd. I get it. You don't want to compromise on your ethics to bring the lesser of two evils into power. I get it. You don't want to compromise with the real world because the real world is utter crap. I get it. You want to preach and prattle on about how the Left is "just as bad" while not making waves over what fresh hell the Right wrought upon us on a daily basis. I. Get. It. (cont.)

(cont.) But like it or not, the Right has been actively worse than the Left ever will be. Like it or not, voting out the Republicans must be priority number one. Like it or not, you're not doing the world any good by playing contrarian. It's easy to believe in something that comforts you like a post decrying the Left so you can be "justified" in not voting for them.

Well... I'm voting blue. I'm "compromising" my ethics if it means that I may not have to do so again in the future. I'm casting my vote even if "it won't make a difference." I'm voting because just this once in the year of our lord 2020, I want to seize any chance of the world getting better. I want to walk up one November morning and find #TrumpDumped trending on Twitter. I want to smile like the Ninth Doctor and proclaim with a goddamn grin on my face, "Just this once, Rose, EVERYBODY LIVES!"

I completely agree with everything you said, anon. I can sympathize with third-party and non-voters because I was one in 2016. Admittedly I voted Libertarian just to get a third party vote out there (and tbh I was a lot less liberal 4 years ago), but looking back on it I really wish I had voted for Hillary. Not because I like her now, but because I should have been smart and aware enough to see how important it was make sure Trump didn’t get into office.

Republican politicians have shown time and time again that they don’t give a shit about this country or the people who live in it, as shown with their track records with voting on issues about the environment, LGBTQ+ people, workers’ rights, regulations for corporations, etc. They have shown how spineless they are with their kowtowing to Trump even though they fucking hated him before he got elected. They have shown their willingness to embrace corruption. No, the Democrats aren’t anywhere close to perfect and have their fair share of corruption too, but at least they’re not actively trying to strip rights away from LGBTQ+ people and immigrants. 

The reason why the Right has been able to get so much shit done is because they’re willing to compromise their ethics and overlook idealogical differences if it means getting what they want. Like, white supremacists will work with Evangelicals and young Alt-Righters will work with old, out-of-touch Republicans. Meanwhile the Left is obsessed with purity tests and cannibalizing itself because some leftists have convinced themselves that a leftist who isn’t 100% ideologically perfect is worse than a literal fascist. I have seen this happen so many times and I’m so tired of it. We are our own worst enemy. 

I’m begging everyone who reads this to vote blue down the ballot this November so we can maybe try to get our country back on track.