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Urgent Appeal !

We earnestly seek your support for our family. This fundraiser stands as our beacon of hope, our lifeline amidst the depths of despair. With profound sorrow, I implore your generosity as we endure this unimaginable ordeal. Your contribution can mean the difference between survival and oblivion for my family, and for this, we are eternally grateful ✌🍉🙏

We have lost everything in Gaza. Currently, we are under deplorable conditions, bereft of essential supplies. Procuring water and food for our children is a daily struggle. Please, help us leave Gaza as soon as possible to save our lives. Every moment is precious.😞💔

Thank you for your unwavering kindness and compassion during our darkest hour. Because of you, my family will be safe, and they will forever remember your help.💚💖🤍🖤

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The International Court of Justice told Israel to immediately halt its attack on Rafah. So Israel decided to bomb a UN tent camp.

We are witnessing beheaded children being pulled out of a a sea of burning tents. We are witnessing the bombing of displaced people in a humanitarian area.

I didn’t think we could see anything more brutal than the things we’ve seen in the last eight months. But tonight’s massacre in Rafah is unspeakable. There are truly no words left.

If you cannot stop the injustice, please, at least speak up about it.

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Reminder that Palestinians in Gaza are being deliberately starved by Israel. Families in gaza are boiling plant leaves and eating them. They're also eating animals and birds food to stay alive. There are reported cases of kids and infants who died out of hunger and/ or cold. Starving people is part of genocide too. Remember how fast medicine was provided for the Israeli hostages, while Palestinians are starving for food and water and getting operations and amputations performed with no medication or anesthesia whatsoever.

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Funny to think that I used to actually engage in discussions with zionists in person, on campus or online but there is nothing you can do right now to convince me to do that again

How am I going to have a debate with someone who doesn't even see me as human? That's the most basic prerequisite.

The scenes that have been constantly coming out of Gaza for the past 56 days would radicalise a fucking stone, and yet here they are with their "but the babies were in the way" type mentality

Absolutely not.

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reminder that palestinians do not need to meet certain criteria for you to care about them, i see so many posts where people are picking out the "good palestinians" we should be caring about because you believe that having something in common with them is needed to earn your sympathy. there is nothing on earth a civilian could possibly be doing to justify the actions taking place against the palestinian people, they do not have to align perfectly with your values to care. some of you are unwilling to let go of your islamophobia to care about human life

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Hey my fellow westerners, if you’re still staying silent on Israel’s genocide of Palestine, you’re fucking cowards. Stop posting about taylor swift and your Halloween parties and silly “this is me” woodland creature memes for a goddamn day and post about the horrific genocide happening in Palestine. Learn about it. Watch videos from eye.on.palestine, Al-Jazeera, twitter, etc.

Oh, wait, is that content too graphic and disturbing for you?? Good!! IT SHOULD BE. It’s fucking *GENOCIDE*.These images, these thousands upon thousands of dead Palestinians, and Biden’s complicity in their deaths, SHOULD make you feel sick to your stomach!!! And as long as the US and the rest of the world’s governments continue to shrug their shoulders and condone genocide, YOU SHOULD NOT STOP TALKING AND POSTING ABOUT THIS.

I’m so serious. Call and email your politicians incessantly. Tell them you are a single-issue voter and the issue is genocide. Tell them you will not be voting for them if they endorse any bills that contain funding or other support for Israel. If you see pro-genocide politicians in public, confront them and ask why they support genocide. If you can, get out in the streets and protest, find out if any corporations that fund Israel have offices near you and show up there. Do not let them know peace. Look up what companies the BDS movement has asked us to boycott and then never fucking give them a dollar of your money again. Whatever you do, SPEAK UP. Post about this on social media, talk to your friends and neighbors and family and coworkers about this. Call it what it is — a genocide — and make it clear you are against it. Oh, but you might lose your job? PALESTINIANS ARE LOSING THEIR FUCKING LIVES. If you say or do nothing right now, I hope it haunts you forever.

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names not numbers

The Palestinian Ministry of Health released a report on Thursday, including the names of more than seven thousand Palestinians who were martyred in the Israeli bombing of the Gaza Strip.

Red color highlights 0-4 years old age group

Green color highlights age group 5-17

White color highlights the age group between 18 and 59 years old

Gray color highlights the age group over 60

These are not just names, but people killed in the midst of a brutal war. Remember their names.

(Designed by @georgedeebstudios on insta)

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So, Israel cut off power to the entire Gaza strip, people are being fired from their jobs for supporting Palestine, Israel have been targetting ambulances and hospitals, Israel have used white phosphorus bombardments, protestors around the world are being arrested and attacked for showing up for Palestine, the UK government deem that being Pro-Palestine constitutes to being “Pro Hamas” and therefore a terrorist threat, the Western Governments (UN) have supplied BILLIONS in financial aid to the State of Israel whilst leaving their people in a cost of living crisis, Israeli rockets landed in Egypt and injured civilians there, the US Army had jets bomb eastern Syria and it’s reported that Israel are planning to flood Gaza with internationally forbidden nerve gas.

What part of any of this is excusable, justifiable and humane? What more should it take for people to open their eyes and see that this is a genocide, that Israel is a colonial apartheid regime?

Free Palestine, ceasefire NOW.

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I feel like content creators need to be leveraging the fact that they are the ones generating content and put a halt to it in protest. It is so wild to see people making normal ass videos and posts still like nothing is happening. A professor who was a guest in one of my classes one time said with stuff like tik tok we would see videos of police brutality next to videos advertising scream 6 (cause that had just come out at the time), and that was something that social media companies capitalize on: leveling these two events on the screen, and therefore desensitizing us to extreme acts of violence and oppression. I need creators to recognize not only their complicity in this, but also ask how they can help. Like, if they started withholding content, would that finally make people start paying attention?? If people didn’t have easy access to their favorite entertainment, would they finally do something? Sorry for the rant, I just feel what I think a lot of people are feeling, which is a sense of “is everyone seeing this?!” Because the way content creators are proceeding, they seem unperturbed and it’s both alarming and maddening.

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"The children in Gaza don't deserve to live like this" but it's not only the children.

It's every palestinians.

It has been on going for 75+ years.

The adults and eldery people were children once that experience the violence as well.

They had to raise family in those condition.

They saw their parents, siblings, relatives, neighbours, bestfriends, first love killed in front of them.

They grew up to tell the stories and now the newest generations is doing the same and who knows if they'll grow up to be adults who can live to see the end of the oppression.

We are privileged to have access to informations. It's not easy to know what to do or what is the right thing to do but lending out voices to palestinians is the least we can do.

Speaking up, being informed and staying educated on the situation is the least we can do.

This is basic empathy as human beings.

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Investment

Jotaro x reader

Words: 1938

Authors Note: Ok so I posted this on my Ao3, but then I decided I wanted to post it on my Tumblr too, so here’s me breaking my inactivity to do this. I initially had Rohan in mind for this one, but then I was going through a Jotaro phase so it became a Jotaro fic instead. Enjoy.

You both walked back from dinner to your apartment. At this point, the sky was devoid of most light, save for the growing ambient glow of the moon. Walking alongside him, his arms swung back and forth, and his eyes searched your face.

“Are you mad at me?”

You fought to not roll your eyes.

“No, it’s fine.”

“My mom always told me that meant the person was actually angry”

“Well did your mommy forget to tell you you should compliment your girlfriend more?”

“What do you mean?”

You stopped walking and looked at him, his eyes conveying a genuine lack of understanding.

“I mean, I spent four hours getting ready, and all I got was a ‘you look pretty’ and then no other acknowledgements of how I looked. You didn’t check me out, you didn’t seem to have refrain yourself from touching me, and not once were you so overwhelmed by my beauty that you had to interrupt me to tell how stunning I am.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“You read too much romance.”

“I know, and I also know it’s kind of silly of me to be this upset. But I put so much effort in, pushed myself so far out of my comfort zone, and felt so confident in myself, so to just get a three word compliment and nothing more kind of hurts.”

“Ya, but why would I have to keep telling you how good you look? You know I think you’re beautiful; I’m dating you.”

“I know you do, but it’s nice to hear it. Look, you probably spent, what, an hour getting ready? Maybe two? But I think I spent the whole night gushing over how cute you looked. Because even though I know you know that I think you’re handsome, I wanted to make sure you knew that I saw the effort you put in to looking nice tonight, which I would like too. To have my efforts feel seen.”

“Well, it’s not like I asked you to spend four hours getting ready. You made that choice on your own.”

You dragged your nails over your face, feeling exasperated at how unrelenting your boyfriend was.

“Look, whatever. I don’t feel like standing here and arguing. Let’s just go.”

You started walking again, your heels returning their attack on the blisters you had developed from a week of practicing walking in them.

“I don’t see how I’m in the wrong, though.”

That was enough to cause you to stall and grind your teeth.

“Jotaro, it’s not about being ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. I already admitted this was a ridiculous thing for me to be upset about, so I can tell you right now I don’t even think I’m ‘right’. But you asked if I was upset, so I told you. I’m just hurt. I mean, how hard would it be for you to say ‘I’m sorry’ and vow to compliment me more than once next time I get dressed up? Apparently too fucking hard, because then you would be ‘wrong’.”

“Ok, fine then. I’m sorry.”

You turned around and started walking, hoping that he wouldn’t see that your eyes were starting to water.

“I don’t want an apology if you have to force it. I’m going home. You should too.”

You hated this. You both were, for the most part, go-with-the-flow people. Hardly ever did you both get worked up, and usually never over such trivial things. So you felt slightly ridiculous while walking away, damn near crying over your boyfriend’s characteristic lack of verbal affection. What did you expect? He was like this when you met him, why would you think he would change.

“I don’t want you to do that. I’m not comfortable with you just walking home alone after dark. We don’t have to talk, just let me walk you home.”

“Fine.”

You continued walking, and heard the constant fall of his feet behind you. He never made any effort to walk beside you. You weren’t sure if that was because he needed space, or if that was his attempt at giving you some.

“You know, walking a few feet behind me makes you look exactly like the kind of creep you were worrying about me encountering.”

He pulled out his creepy voice, a cross between Gollum and a fedora wearing Reddit mod.

“I just think you’re so pretty, I wanted to walk behind you in the hopes of catching a whiff of your delectable pheromones. Mmmm, I’m catching some hints of bergamot, and, mmm, maybe some violet.”

He sniffed deeply and you looked back to see him theatrically scooping the air towards his face. His eyes were closed and his lips pursed.

“Is that a little bit of fart I’m smelling? Did you toot, darling? You know that I love such a sudden and immodest noise.”

You tried to keep the laugh in your chest, let it die there and potentially kill you rather than risk letting him know he made you crack. But you couldn’t hold it in, not when he quoted James Joyce’s greatest work.

“Stop, you sound like a fucking perv.”

But you were laughing and so was he. Until an “ow” escaped your lips and you had to bend down to rub the festering blister, as though that would somehow help it. You heard his footsteps continue until his deep blue shoes came up right next to your shiny black ones.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, these heels are giving me blisters, and my boyfriend didn’t offer me any salve in the form of compliments to ease the pain and make it worthwhile.”

“Maybe I should stop asking that question.”

Right as you were about to crane your neck to glare at him, he bent over to be at eye level with you.

“I’m sorry. And I know you’re still mad at me, but let me carry you home. We don’t have to talk, and you don’t even have to acknowledge me. You can pretend that you’re being carried home by the wind, or a super hot ghost. But please let me help you.”

“Oh, so you’re gonna try to white knight yourself out of this one?”

You rolled your eyes, but wrapped your arms around his neck and let his hand come under your knees, as this was the least he could do for you was this. He stood up like he was carrying a plushie and carried you without complaint. It was silent for a few minutes, until you came under the warm light of a street lamp, where he decided to stop and peer down at you. You looked back at him, waiting for him to explain why the breeze that was carrying you home died out all of the sudden. But he just stood there with a goofy smile on his face, his body twisting back and forth, almost like he was rocking a baby.

“What are you doing?”

“Your face looks really pretty in this lighting.”

“But not in the lighting of the restaurant, right?”

“Nope. Those lights made you look hideous. Now you look alright.”

“Glad the feeling was mutual. I was holding back gags the whole time we were there, because looking at your face just proved to be too much.”

“Ohhh, I thought that was disgust for the food. Well, thank you for the clarification.”

“You’re welcome. I think I would’ve been less disgusted finding a pube hair in my food than looking at your face.”

“Well, I would’ve been less disgusted by the waiter clipping his toenails on the table than looking at your face.”

“I would’ve been less disgusted by the waiter admitting he wanted to have a body pillow made with a fully nude picture of me than looking at yours.”

“I’ll just let him have mine,” Jotaro retorted, again using his creepy voice.

That sent you both into a laughing fit, and you held onto his shoulders a little tighter as he shook from laughter. Coming down from the high of it, he looked at you smiling, his eyes telling you the one thing you wanted to hear all night: that you were beautiful to him, in ways that were easily felt but difficult to explain. But, responding to your needs, he decided to try.

“I love you. And I really do think you’re beautiful, in every lighting. I’m sorry for not telling you that, but I guess I figured you’d already know. But that’s an excuse. Just because you know that you are an angel walking amongst men, that shouldn’t stop me from telling you that. It wouldn’t kill me to tell you how your eyeliner kept drawing me in and I was afraid I was making too much eye contact. And it wouldn't hurt to let you know your dress was driving me crazy all night. And that lipstick is the perfect shade for you. And you smelled so warm, like flowers in the summer. And your skin is so glowy I wanted to hold the candle that was on the table up to your face to see the way the light reflected off of different points of your face, but I didn’t because that would’ve been really weird and probably a fire hazard.”

“Well, you had me until the last part. If you had done that I probably would’ve just taken up with the hypothetical body pillow waiter.”

“And I wouldn’t have blamed you. Honestly, I wouldn't blame you even if you chose him now, because he probably wouldn’t have been a douchey boyfriend and not complemented you. In fact, I think with him you’d be drowning in compliments.”

“Ya, all the wrong kinds.”

“I don’t know, I think a dude telling you you have the perfect voice for a hentai would be a compliment of the highest degree.”

“I think the only degree here is the severity of whatever crime he ends up being convicted of.”

“Well, while he’s in jail could I get a second chance?”

“I guess. He did say this could be a good opportunity for us to explore other options. Personally, I think he’s been cheating on me. I’ve seen him on dating sites before.”

“What, 23andMe?”

You laughed, and in his arms you melted.

“And Ancestry.com. Now take me home, good steed.”

“Neighh, alright.”

It was only a few more minutes until you arrived, but you wanted it to take an hour. After making up, there was a warmth between the two of you, and you didn’t want it to end. You caressed the back of his neck as you held on, and he would, on occasion, look down at you and smile fondly. Soon you made it to your front door, and you felt him grip you just a little more securely, as though he’d hold you forever just to keep you from going. But he eventually let you down, and you went to unlock the front door. Since it was a task that required only muscle memory as opposed to your full attention, you were able to turn your head to look at him, and found him staring down at you, the lovesick smile still engraved on his face.

“You know, you’re more than welcome to spend the night. If you want.”

“And if I want to spend every night thereafter?”

“I wouldn’t blame you, but that’ll require a little more of an investment on your end.”

“The kind that goes on your ring finger?”

“Maybe…”

You turned around and led him into the apartment, while unbeknownst to you he fiddled with the investment contained in the box in his pocket.

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also in trans news that should be talked about. laverne cox has stated that on saturday her and a friend were assulted in a park and it’s not really getting the same attention as elliot. we can still be proud of him without ingnoring what happened to laverne and her friend.

if you claim ally ship to the trans community then you can’t ignore the bad things that happen to especially trans woc. and if you’re a white trans person you can’t just talk about other white trans people. it just shows that you only care about trans people if they are white and that shouldn’t be the case.

if your gonna talk about elliot please also talk about laverne. she deserves better and we should all do better to raise up the voices of black trans women.

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2020 felt like reading the Zootopia abortion comic for the first time

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https://www.vice.com/en/article/jgqm5x/us-military-location-data-xmode-locate-x 🙃

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As someone who’s had unsupervised internet access since about seventh grade, aka about the time I started to really get into superheroes (and more specifically Marvel), I’ve read my fair share of Avengers fanfiction. But for all the hundreds (thousands? Idk at this point) of fics I’ve read, probably most of the ones where y/n is the kid of one of the avengers (mostly Tony), they have always been the same: a snarky, science-loving genius who is basically a mini-me of their parent (and again, I see this mostly with ones where Tony’s the parent, so that’s what I’ll use as an example). And honestly, it’s not just bad writing, but it feels a little.... mysoginistic. Like, can y/n not have a personality entirely based off their dad? Can they not like the humanities or be of average intelligence? Can they not have some weird hobbies and maybe be more extroverted than Tony? Like, most of these writers write y/n as a woman, but don’t give her any distinct personality beyond the fact that she’s “Tony’s daughter”, and at this point it kind of is old and makes me sad, cause I think it’s reflective of a larger problem of our inability to write women because we often don’t see well written women in popular media. Anyways, I mean no hate with this post, y’all write some seriously good stuff and it is nice to be a character that’s smart, since that’s not my reality. But if I have to read y/n thinking a science class is easy one more time, I’m reaching through the screen to choke her, cause she’s a liar. Easy science classes don’t exist.

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Castiel didn’t get sucked into hell for being gay, it was for being a catboy

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I have spent the past two years purging myself of most remenants of my Supernatural/Destiel phase of middle school, and just when I thought I was in the clear.... this happens. Anyways, I’m reading Twist and Shout this weekend cause if I must relive my Destiel phase, we’ll god damn I’m gonna relive it to the fullest I can.