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Today Israel killed beloved journalist Anas al-Sharif. May he be the light of Revolution.

‘It’s not only that the absence of information allows those complicit in but unaffected by wrongdoing to look away. The silence itself becomes an empty canvas, onto which any fantasy can be painted. When every last Palestinian journalist has been killed, maybe there will never have been any Palestinian journalists at all.’

Omar El Akkad - One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

Israel kills journalists, calling cameras their ‘weapons’. Because truth is a threat to the ideological myth their genocidal state needs to try and justify itself. The only reason they bother with propaganda at all is because they cannot slaughter Palestinians in the dark. They are getting closer to doing that and right after Netanyahu announced their plan to occupy all of Gaza. (It’s almost as if that was the plan all along)

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it's very disheartening to see that Palestine or Gaza is no longer the highest trending tag on Tumblr so early on in Global Strike week, especially considering how many people have said they still need to work and buy food (100% valid, by the way). don't lose momentum. keep talking about what's happening. keep reblogging and sharing useful resources and information. we need the Palestinian people to know that we see what's happening to them, we care about what's happening to them and we stand with them. Percy Jackson and Tumblr Live are no where near as important as the genocide of Palestinian people.

i think about this a hundred times a day

I’m absolutely ecstatic to discover that this exists.

This is the Third time I’ve lived through the brutality of hunger its harshness, its silence.

I walk through the streets of the city and find nothing to feed my children.

🩸The first time was last year, when I documented my situation holding onto a piece of bread after over a month of deprivation.

🩸The second time was 6 months ago when I brought some flour for my family and I was very tired because it was a very long walk.

🩸Now, I’m reliving that same pain.

The helplessness before my children, the heartbreak, it feels like I’m failing as a father. This is the very definition of powerlessness. I am of no use to them.💔💔

max verstappen + nobody's soldier (hozier)

Enough of the betrayal. Enough of the neglect. Let's return to being like before When the Rafah crossing is opened, these people will be evacuated, including my friend Ibrahim.

Isn't it enough that we die every day under occupation? Our dignity is being crushed there, so we come here, seeking your words and support...But we find abandonment. Even here, our dignity is being lost. Please... don't abandon us. Donate. Retweet our voice.

When you see a Palestinian struggling despite everything...despite the war, despite the isolation, despite the pain...and moving closer to their goal, step by step, don't stand by and watch.

Don't let their voice be drowned out by the noise. Help them, even with a repost, a prayer, a word, a donation... everything makes a difference These are not just numbers or fleeting posts. These are human beings with dreams, loved ones, and ambitions that have been lost under the bombardment.

I share this update with a heart weighed down by sorrow and heartbreak…

We are still living in the heart of catastrophe. Ongoing starvation, fear, and the lack of safety have destroyed what remains of our humanity. We lost our home, our jobs, our dreams… we lost the life we once knew!

I lost my baby after six months of pregnancy. Six months during which I awaited his birth as a sole beacon of hope amid death and destruction. I held onto him as a symbol of a new beginning… but he left before seeing the light of day. 💔😭

The miscarriage was difficult and painful. My body could no longer endure. I became unable to move, and my health has sharply deteriorated. My heart tears apart every moment I remember that I lost my baby…🥹

My family and I are now suffering from severe malnutrition. We’ve lost a great deal of weight and can no longer find anything to satisfy our hunger. We need flour, basic foods, nutritional supplements, and urgent medicines so I can regain my strength and care for my child and family who are still alive and struggling every day to survive.

I know you have never hesitated to help, and you have always been a symbol of humanity. But today I write to you with the last strength I have left… because my life and the lives of my family are in your hands.

Your support now means life for us… it means we have not been forgotten in this hell.

From the depths of my heart, Please not leave us alone in these moments.

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they're going to go protest in turkiye

y’all ever read a fanfic that you cannot believe an author just wrote for free?? what an honor it is to read a piece of someone’s soul they shared out of nothing but love for a piece of media. what a privilege it is to be allowed their talent because you share an interest!!

but also ALSO do you ever see readers who are just so kind and sweet and wonderful, who take the time to read and comment and chat with you and who follow you on this journey and trust you, like, "today I'm gonna tell this story about this character doing x," and they go "oh, that sounds interesting, let's give it a go" and then your heart explodes from love, because you decided to read what I wrote??? what?? how?? why???

Anyway, reader appreciation! ❤️ Love you all and giving you forehead kisses!

I have read some AMAZING works written by users on here. To the point where I wonder if they’re professional published writers outside of this tumblr-verse cuz I wanna read more!

It’s so nice to just see art being put out there without the drive to be monetized. Don’t get me wrong I’m an artist myself (I have an over priced shiny art degree that proves it) , occasionally a working one , so I understand the value of being paid for your talent.

But when I login into tumblr and read someones silly one shot or multi-chapter piece that leaves a little scar on my soul. I’m reminded why I choose the heavily underpaid path of being an artist (only partially starving). To build a connection with people ✨ especially all the weirdos out there ☺️

Here are some of those said writers:

@ambiguous-avery @bettystonewell @easytiger-xo @godmadeaterribleerror @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @voodoochildthings

(and there are more but my brain is mushy before coffee)

thank you so much!!!!!!!! shoutout all my reader homies I can think of from the og post: @aniresrene (THANK YOU FOR THE TAG!!!!) @artemys-ackles @deans-yn @deans-spinster-witch @deansbbyx @brtodd @youdontknowe @elle14-blog1 @let-it-sn0o0ow @daddymaster21 @fox-saturn @dammbi @incandxscents @tristimith @foxyjwls007 @imnotmentallyst4ble @cookiemonstermusic258 @fxckingjo @deanwinchestersunhappythoughts @tallaennatargaryen @thebluespacecow and MANY more (if I didn't include you I still love you I just. Have to go to work soon.) THANK YOU!!!!🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

“You know this is live on the BBC, right. So we have to be careful what we say. But we’re alright, we’re not that outspoken of a band… ;) Free Palestine! Each and every single time.”

*two minutes later*

“Let’s go dig up Maggie’s grave and ask her where the milk went!”

For more context, Bob Vylan were directly on before Kneecap at the West Holts stage at Glasto today.

By the way. I'm getting in here before the sensationalised headlines hit. Protect Bob Vylan. Stand up for them with the with energy you protect Kneecap with. I want as fierce a defending of Bob Vylan.

Bob Vylan put their necks on the line to speak up during a televised set, to put forward the message of peace, to put forward the message of Palestinians, to speak where Kneecap were effectively gagged. Do not throw a Black punk band under the bus. Do not let their faith in us slip.

DEFEND BOB VYLAN.

can people reblog the above addition, actually? Don't throw a Black artist under the bus. Speak for them as loudly as you would speak for Kneecap.

@stoptheantisemitism

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

Can people from the United States stop making jokes about “WW3 😜”….there are people in Iran evacuating their neighborhoods, places they grew up, and all YOU are experiencing is watching the news and a few TikToks….

You are not at war, you will most likely never see war, and if your “dark humor” is coming at the expense of others then it is not dark humor, you’re just an asshole.

Not to mention, a lot of y’all are falling for the same propaganda about Iran as our parents did Iraq (and some of y’all STILL believe the propaganda about Iraq). So let’s keep our mouths closed unless it’s to wish Iranians a safe future 😗❤️

anyway you should always remember that all those foreigners you see dying on the news are just as real people as you are who have just as much interiority as you do. there is nothing about you that makes you more important and it is by pure chance that you are not in their position. in fact, this holds for all of history. every person, no matter the horror of the fate that befell them, had just as much interiority as you do. i feel like some people haven't fully internalized this.

i have a bone to pick with every single fucking person who has not lifted a single finger to repost or spread awareness about this shit. they love to claim “what are we supposed to do?” EXACTLY! it’s the VERY fact that we’re so helpless in doing anything on a larger, world-changing scale that we HAVE to do what we CAN by SPREADING AWARENESS. it’s the bare fucking minimum so that we can push this shit onto the feed of ppl who CAN do something about it. the more the world starts making noise, the more the ppl who run it have to start LISTENING. so stop bull-shitting me rn with “posting about it isn’t gonna make a difference” at least fucking try???

i have so many personal vendettas against people i know irl (some who are close to me) who do not post a single word about this shit going on in the world. don’t be one of those people, too. wake the fuck up and pull together your humanity and your PRIVILEGE OF SAFETY AND SHELTER to post about those who don’t currently share the same circumstances due to the ongoing tragedies. it’s so sad to call basic safety, warmth, shelter and LIFE a privilege at this point, but it’s what the world has come to by acting so inhumane and stripping people of the safe existence they’re supposed to be entitled to.