Bisan is calling for another global strike!
I saw some posts just outlining Jan 21st, and wanted to clarify that Bisan has called for a full seven days of action.
What a global strike would look like is:
calling in sick to work
purchasing bare essentials ahead of the week so you can observe the general boycott of goods / buying as little as you genuinely can
putting in a concerted effort to elevate Palestinian voices and make it clear that this strike is in support of a permanent ceasefire!
For those who will have to purchase necessary goods during this time, please observe the brands that the BDS movement is asking us to boycott!
♢♢♢
Right now is also a good time to mention some better uses for your money during this week.
Available e-sims in Gaza are running low!!
Mirna El Helbawi and her team are working round the clock to continue to connect Palestinians as Israel does its best to cut them off from the rest of the world.
You can learn how to purchase and send e-sims here, and below you’ll find a list of what is currently needed (the areas in brackets indicate what region you should select to buy e-sims in).
--
CareforGaza is an organisation that does verifiably good work, distributing supplies directly to Palestinian families.
They have a Gofundme set up at the moment, but because of Gofundme’s poor track record regarding refusing to transfer funds to Palestinians, I’d recommend continuing to donate directly to their PayPal here.
Good luck to all of you. Don't turn away from Palestine!
15K notes
·
View notes
More au doodles because the goat has been eating away at my mind ever since I made the Shamura connection. This is just how I see goat now. (Why do they have a perpetual bitch face in both of them...)
Posting this before I plan on posting heavy lore and angst shit <3
4K notes
·
View notes
"This seat taken?"
John asks. Voice low, soft. With a subtle sweetness, just like tea and honey.
You feign innocence. Eyeing him like a newly bridled mare, still reconditioning to the saddle.
He moves in swiftly before you have time to voice any coherent response. Draping an arm along the back of your chair, caging you to him. Only a faint semblance of an escape playing your outer periphery.
It's a game you've played countless times, yet never seems to lose its intensity.
You play the shy, lonely woman at yet another friends wedding. And he comes swooping in at the pivotal moment, just in time to sway your silent inconvenience.
"Didn't catch your name, lass."
He interjects your inner monologue with a rolling timbre. Eyes deep, radiating a certain lure like gravity. Never failing to pull you in.
You answer with a random name yanked from a hat earlier in the day.
He smiles. Rolling the name over his tongue, tasting its bitterness when it isn't your own.
"Nice kilt." Is all you can manage. And all you're alloted to give in response as he shifts in his seat. Spreading his legs and pulling himself further underneath the table.
"Is me family tartan." He purrs, accentuating the familial cloth with an accent that always spoke to the depths of your core.
Snaking a hand over your thigh, guided by the silken fabric of your dress to intertwine with delicateness of your fingers.
"Wan'a meet th'rest of the fam?" He muses. Bringing your hand beneath the table, between his legs to cradle his family jewels with a smile. His cock twitching against your fingers as you nonchalantly take another sip of your wine.
Captain Mactavish Masterlist
837 notes
·
View notes