#words from the river

[rainydaygt]

Leo’s grounded.

A little silly g/t tmnt drabble with a size that i usually avoid at all costs. I’ve been real big on the game Grounded lately so on my day off of my new job I created this lil piece. (also im too lazy to proof read/edit it so hakdhcjd)

“Uugh…”

Since when was Leo’s bed so cold–and hard? He lifted his cheek away from the uninviting surface and blinked himself awake. Wait– that couldn’t be right. Leo rubbed his eyes vigorously and shook himself, looking around once more. The sights before him were some that he would never forget. For a moment he thought he must still be dreaming–but that hope was quickly crushed as the memories all flooded back to him.

He was in Donnie’s lab, messing with things he wasn’t supposed to, lifting up cloths he really shouldn’t be, texting Mikey about objects he was calling dibs on. There was a weird-lookin’ laser–thingy hanging from the ceiling that he had to climb onto a platform that raised up to his neck to reach. A large piece of paper that said “DO NOT TOUCH” was taped against the side. So, naturally, Leo pulled out his phone and started to record himself touching it.

His phone-! Leo jerked his gaze around, only to have his heart sink when he saw it several inches away, a hundred times bigger than before. The ‘laser’ had actually been a very sensitive-to-touch shrink ray. He was starting to realize what the -(100x) had meant in white letters on the laser. His surroundings were oddly scenic. He could see every particle of dust as it caught the light, the far wall was so far that it blurred. There were purple and grey and black gadgets lining the walls, some of which he could make out, and some he couldn’t. He looked down at the surface he rested on, lips parting with a soft gasp as he noticed every little scratch and nick in the metal. Donnie would have a fit if he knew how scratched up his table–DONNIE!! His phone. Leo scrambled to his feet, ignoring how weirdly sore his body was, and ran towards his phone. He hoped that it would register his touch even at a little less than an inch tall. The phone, which he previously had thought was very thin, came up to his shoulders. He threw his arms over the side of it and hoisted himself up.

“Aw, dammit.”

There was a brand new crack that traveled across the entire screen, it branched out so that most of the screen was covered. It must have landed perfectly on the top left corner-where the cracks seemed to originate from. Luckily, the phone was still recording and the front camera seemed intact. Leo tiptoed around and over the cracks over the warm surface and knelt next to the camera, leaning his face over it.

“DONNIE, your stupid machine just shrunk me, you’ve gotta come and fix this!! I DON’T WANNA BE TINYYyYYy,”

Leo finished up his little dramatic act and ran back over to the other end of the screen to stop the recording. He jumped on the red button… and nothing happened. “Wha-?” He jumped up and down a couple more times, and still nothing happened. Shit!. He was reaaaally starting to miss apple’s home buttons right about now. He’d just have to wait until someone came in and saw the– BOOM.

Leo gasped, his head whipping around to the source of the noise– the door. Quickly, he scrambled off his phone as the purple and green figure of his twin brother came closer and closer. He threw himself behind the top of the device so that he wouldn’t be seen. He wasn’t ready. Donnie was fucking huge, and now he really could run laps around his forehead. It wasn’t a joke anymore. Well, maybe it was…being tiny was kind of hilarious. It would be hilarious in a couple minutes, anyway, when his heart wasn’t pounding at a million miles an hour. He was beginning to understand why Jack chopped down the beanstalk-this shit was terrifying.

He could hear Donnie bustling about the lab, muttering things under his breath. What was really weird was that Leo could make out every word. Usually when Donnie did this, it was just incoherent miff-maffs that nobody could understand; but now he could hear, “Right, I’m going to have to rearrange those files in a moment and sort them by color hex rather than in alphabetical order. It’s becoming too frustrating… yes… and the.. What?” The voice stopped at its loudest. The last word was no longer a mumble, and it shook Leo to his very core. It felt like his bones were vibrating. A thump sounded behind him and he heart the bi-doop! of his phone as it stopped recording. Ohmigosh it was actually happening. Okay, Leo. Just calm down. Donnie will find a way to fix this. He’s not gonna see you, you’re still hiding, you’re fine.

“Do not touch?”

Leo slapped his hands over his ears, biting his lip to suppress a pained yell. His voice was coming through his phone as Donnie played back the recording. He remembered the moments before his demise clearly now, as they played back to him in real time.

“Oh-ho-hoo, don’t think you’re gonna trick me with that one, ol’ Don!”

He recalled pausing to point his finger slowly closer to the laser.

“Watch.. as I lay a finger on this priceless artifact.. thus breaking laws of the do not touch sign… and better yet, messing with Donnie’s–AAGH—”

He scrunched up his face as he heard the sound of the laser firing, remembering the searing, burning hot pain that flooded his nerves. Loud clattering noises-probably when his phone fell and shattered- made Leo flinch and squeeze his hands tighter against his ears. Damn, why did everything have to be a hundred times bigger AND a hundred times louder? His brother must have skipped ahead, because the next moment he heard himself faintly complaining about being tiny accompanied by a gasp overhead.

The little turtle stood, but stayed crouching, so he could peek over the side of his tragically broken phone. Donnie was looking around the platform frantically, but oddly enough, there wasn’t a hint of annoyance on his face, only worry and panic. The panicked gaze fell back on the phone and Leo ducked back down once again, shaking. The next moment, his shelter is lifted into the air and he is left out in the open, sitting on his knees and hugging himself. Don’s eyes flickered around where the phone had been before they fixated on Leo’s small form. He shrank-ha!- under the gaze with a shudder. ‘Holy shit. Ohmigosh. He’s looking right at me, he oh so definitely sees me.’

The purple and green face filled his vision and Leo felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. It was surreal, and terrifying. If he thought it was scary being tiny before, it was definitely scary NOW. The expression of worry and panic was replaced by an all-too-familiar look of annoyance. His sharpie brows furrowed angrily and he sighed. The sigh sent a current of foul air over Leo and he coughed, waving his hand over his face to try and get rid of it.

“Dammit, Nardo.”

His hands were once again thrown against the sides of his head as his very bones were rattled by the voice. Donnie didn’t seem to notice–or he just didn’t care–because the next second a shadow fell over him as a GIANT FUCKING FINGER came slowly closer. Leo somehow felt infinitely smaller and he stood, stumbling backwards several paces.

“DON—WOAH, HEY-”

It was no use, he realized. If his twin wanted to hurt him, he would be able to do it with ease; plus, he wouldn’t be moving his hand closer as slowly and carefully as he was currently. The finger rested upside-down, directly in front of him on the metal table. Laying flat like this, his finger was just shy of being as tall as the edge of his plastron. Leon looked at Donnie’s hand with a lost expression. What was he supposed to do? He reached his arm over the top of the finger, placing his ever-tiny hand onto it. The warmth of the finger washed over him and caused him to shudder from the sudden temperature change. When he looked back up at his brother’s face, there was a new sparkle in his eyes. The annoyance had turned into awe. He wasn’t the only one in a state of wonder at the experience. Down here, it felt like he was apart of an entirely new world. There were so many little details that he hadn’t noticed-or even been able to notice-until now. Liiike how a second hand was approaching from behind, moving in a sort of ushering motion, like he was trying to get Leo to- ah.

“C’mon, Leon. Hop up so I can get you back to normal again so that I may KILL you for what you’ve done.”

He scoffed, placing a hand dramatically over his forehead.

“How COULD you, in my weakened state? It was YOUR machine that made me tiny in the first place!! It’s not l-”

He was stunned into silence as Donnie barked a laugh which once again rattled his core. He stared at the bigger, but still YOUNGER, twin with an offended look on his face. Was he laughing at his demise?! The laughter soon subsided and the hand behind him was moved to wipe away an amused tear.

“N-Nardo, I cannot understand your miniscule squeaking. Now, get on already, don’t you want to be normal again?”

Leon harrumphed. He did NOT miniscule-ly squeak. He gulped, pushing down on Donnie’s finger with both hands to help himself climb onto the finger pad. The other hand returned once more, this time being cupped underneath the finger he knelt on. It felt really weird. He could literally feel the fingerprint below him, and he even reached down to trace his finger along the lines. A soft ‘woah..’ was muttered, and at the same time Don also muttered the same thing. Ha! And he denied being Leo’s twin.

“Alright,” Leo starts, knowing full well his brother couldn’t hear him, “take me to be big again, my noble steed!”

[artistotel]

hey! for todays protest, i made this little zine about palestine (holding just simple and basic information).

you can download the zine here, fold it yourself, and distribute it around.

no credit is needed. feel free to leave it around bars, protests, or wherever. simply print it (borderless) and fold it. here is a tutorial on how to do it.

dont stay silent. there is a genocide of horrendous, atrocious proportions going on. also if you are a zionist here to argue with me, i dont plan to entertain you at all, not on my art blog. fuck off, you'll be swiftly blocked. i see enough of you clowns on my main and i have no energy for you. you can skip the death threats too bc i dont give a shit.

(i'm off to get ready for a surgery now, i just wanted to post it before this. if you need anything, i might take a bit to reply)

[chaiaurchaandni]

have humans developed a language that can accurately describe the intensity of this grief?

[magnus-rhymes-with-swagness]

made a flyer with information on how to donate to mona, who is distributing food and supplies throughout north gaza. i've been printing them out and putting them up all over and you can too! download it here

ID:

a flyer titled "food for north gaza." below that it says "mona abo hamda is distributing food throughout north gaza, which is facing famine. donating to her initiative is a concrete way to feed starving people. scan to learn how you can get involved!" below that there is a qr code that leads to mona's gofundme. below that it says "follow her on instagram! she uploads proof of donations there: @/monaa__e98." below that is an image of the palestinian flag.

/end ID

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

Had to share this video to show you how beautiful and culturally rich Palestine is. These are the cities of Palestine and their names. Despite the destruction and death, we still have hope. And we will survive this 🙏🇵🇸

It's a beautiful country full of beautiful people, and we deserve to live, frankly.

[stil-lindigo]

link

quick reminder that besides calling for a ceasefire from your political representatives, you can also tangibly help Palestinians get back online by buying them e-sims!!!

Here’s a full step process on how:

Go to Nomad (http://getnomad.app), click on the menu in the top right-hand side, and click on Shop Plans then Data.

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2. After clicking on Data, scroll aaallll the way down. The Middle East plan is at the very bottom of the list of data plans.

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3. After choosing the Middle East plan, choose how much you want to pay, then enter your card details etc and acknowledge everything.

You can get a $3 discount on this, by using the code "BACKPACKNOMAD" on Nomad.

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4.Ignore the next part. You don't want to install anything. You're waiting for an email with a QR code for activation.

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5) Screenshot the QR code and send it to someone in Gaza! How do you do that? You can now email your e-sim QR code screenshots to gazaesims@gmail.com who will then distribute them to Palestinians.

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Stay safe, stay vigilant and continue to believe in the possibility of Palestinian freedom!

[mssi]

“A genocide and holocaust is unfolding in Gaza before the eyes of the world.”

—Al Jazeera reporter Wael Dahdouh

[xerith-42]

I know it seems like striking on social media might not do enough, but as someone who has been outright obsessively using the internet since I was a child to the point that it is literally woven in my soul, been active and involved in online activism for about five years, and been using social media as marketing for about the same amount of time, I can confidently say that

THIS FUCKING WORKS!!

People base their entire businesses on their success on social media. They look at trending topics on twitter and don't see bite sized chunks of culture distilled to its finest and worst moments, they see market data! They don't see you as a single human being, they see you as a data point among thousands run through a probably AI assisted system that's prone to fucking up, that determines everything they're going to do.

How they're going to advertise, who they target it with it, what the general public wants. Every single major corporation uses data from social media websites to do this. Every. Single. One. Social media is a lot of things, and one of those things is a tool for business and politics. We know for a fact that social media politics bleeds out into the real world very fucking quickly.

Even if you can't strike financially, even if you have to go to work or school to survive, striking on social media is one of the best things you can do. Even if it's quiet. People are going to notice when thousands upon thousands of users across various sites go completely dark, and even more when some of them start getting real fucking loud about this. The US Capitalist Infused Government loves sweeping war crimes under the rug once they think the general public has forgotten about their atrocities and fallen into complacency. This system has been doing this for literal centuries.

Social media is just the newest and most expansive form we as a species have developed in the ongoing invention of ways to express our thoughts about things. It's the weirdest one, that's for sure, but executives pay attention to it. They don't often seek to understand it beyond a very basic level, because as I said, they view us as numbers on a screen, not as multifaceted incredibly and deeply fucked human beings. They do not seek to understand us on a personal level unless they think the cost of it won't outweigh the potential profit.

Pattern recognition is the tool of the moment. Machine Learning. Gathering endless amounts of data so we can replicate human existence through machines. You may think that social media strikes are ineffective because social media is just on the internet and it's "not real", but it is real! You are really doing stuff! You are contributing! Even if you're just lurking! Basic amounts of engagement can make a huge impact in a busted algorithm. Maybe you're not someone who would ever be drafted into an actual war-zone due to physical or mental health conditions, but you are probably a part of a key demographic of people that businesses are absolutely hungry for.

The budding adult has always been the target of greedy capitalists basically since this system was established and continued to get worse over time. The stage of your life when you are in the age range of 18-25 is an incredibly important transitional period, followed by a transitional period every six months until you lose sense of what six months even is because you haven't been happy in eight, and if you're in the 18-25 range currently, you got extra fucked by the pandemic. The world is in a turbulent stage and we are at the center of all of it and have been since 2001. Every single social media marketing expert will tell you the 18-25 demographic of social media users is a target demographic, because they are the most prone to extremes due to a life chock full of them.

We have to remember to be human, but we have to also know how to speak their language. They just see us as numbers? Let's show them some fucking numbers. Make posts about Gaza trend on every platform you have your hands on. Even if it's just liking posts, that gives them a slight boost in the algorithm. Commenting on posts is especially important on sites like Twitter and Instagram. But across every site the most important thing to do is reblog/retweet/share/send/copy link, whatever it is for that site, it is the biggest thing that everyone, and I mean EVERYONE looks at.

From a humble artist to a head of marketing at a billion dollar corporation about to have a meeting with a barely over 21 intern about how they need to run the twitter account, to said intern bumbling their way through adulthood with a job they only feel they're good at because they've been using social media since Skype was invented. We need to be loud, we need to make sure this can't be ignored, we can't sweep this under the rug. Mass media, especially coming out of the West, has been trying to censor, de-sanitize, and keep this issue quiet.

DO NOT LET YOURSELF BE SILENCED

There are tens of thousands of DEAD CHILDREN who have been BOMBED while in CIVILIAN AREAS and that is a FUCKING WAR CRIME.

THIS IS A GENOCIDE

Say that as many times as you can. Do not let it be ignored. A silent populous is a complacent one. Use your voice, even as small as it may seem. Make noise. Be loud. Be annoying. Don't let this be ignored. Talk about it everywhere you go. Do not let this be ignored.

Sometimes even we get disconnected from the real people around us. We base our sense of worth as a person based on the numbers going up or down but instead of developing a gambling addiction we just got angry about it but still fall into it because of cultural conditioning. But even if you only have let's say, completely random example, 70 followers. And only a small percent of them will see your post. Let's say maybe 20 on average, 30 on a good day, and even higher based on the machinations of fate. That's still 20 people who took time out of their day to read something you wrote, process something you created, share a part of your experience of living.

And likely they felt compelled to share it too, therefore increasing the spread of people who feel your influence. 20 people may not seem like a lot, but that has a major impact. Now imagine posts into the hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands and even millions. Those aren't just numbers. Each and every single one of those is just another person who might have reblogged a post because someone they like shared it, or because they wanted to spread its message, and that simple act causes a single post to have massive waves of effects from simple ripples.

Don't let yourself be discouraged. Don't think your voice or your impact "isn't enough to matter." Everything counts.

Don't let this be ignored. Don't become complacent. Know that every little thing counts, and to do every little thing you can.

[mindofserenity]

[rainydaygt]

Bow-Tied and Tiny

An au I've created where Leo gets shrunk in the middle of New York. This chapter is mostly for introduction purposes, as well as me getting myself back into writing after so long of not writing anything. Hope yall enjoy <3

[I am insane]

“Alriigght, alright, I’ve got it!”

“Say it back to us then,” Mikey demands, “OUT. LOUD.”

Leo scoffed playfully, “One cheese, two pepperoni, and three hawaiian.”

“NO!!!!”

Leon snickered to himself at the memory, silently congratulating himself for managing to get on all three of their nerves at once. It was fun to just antagonize them from time to time. He remembered their orders, of course, he always did.

The mutant hummed a familiar 80’s theme as he rounded a corner and strolled down the sidewalk, heading for the mystic pizza place. All was going well. Leo knew the order, nobody had spotted him, it was nice and dark (as it was, in fact, 1 am), and he was feeling g-

Clink!

Leo stopped moving entirely for a second, eyes darting around to see if anyone had spotted him. Mentally, he was already preparing the science convention-cosplay excuse. Instead of seeing a person, though, he noticed a faint pink twinkle of light coming from an alleyway up ahead. Actually, Leo thought as he walked slowly closer, that’s the alleyway where the mystic pizza place entrance is. 

A smirk spread across his face. What could possibly go wrong with just taking a little peek? He was headed over there anyway. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Button hefted the crystalline bowtie into their hands, almost hitting themself in the face with it. They’d expected it to be WAY heavier than it actually was. The bowtie was pink and started to softly glow when they picked it up, only to flashbang them with one very bright and blinding flash a second later. Button flinched and stumbled back a step, hugging the item close to their chest with one arm and rubbing their eyes with their free hand. Damn, it was like the sun itself came and slapped them in the face!

They stepped back a couple times more, shaking their head out quickly to get rid of the pounding in their head. It faded after a couple seconds, but no sooner than it did a laugh sounded from above them.

The borrower whipped around to find what looked to be a giant humanoid turtle in blue ninja gear lowering to a crouch above them. “Ho-hoh, wow, you’re even smaller than-” As the freaky monster started to reach forward, Button sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively pointed the bowtie at him. 

There was another blinding flash, searing pain struck through their entire body, and a scream erupted from both parties at once. 

…

…

…

“ARGH,” Button screamed out in agony, their head feeling as though it had been stabbed into with a metal toothpick. Donnie. Mikey. … Raph. Dad, April- They grabbed their head, not yet noticing the bowtie was now tiny and had fallen to the ground somehow unscathed. Leo’s entire lifetime of memories flooded the borrower’s brain all at once. Leo. That was the mutant turtle’s name. He was on a pizza run for his family. They wanted two pepperoni, two cheese, and one meat lover’s. What? How did they know what a pizza is? 

Raph will be worried.

Donnie might be worried.

Mikey will be beside himself. Splinter will be crushed.

April will not rest.

Leo needed to get  home as soon as possible. He reached for his phone- no, Button reached for Leonardo’s phone.. and, of course, found nothing; because they weren’t Leo.

Donnie’s trackers! Button finally realized they were flat on their back and slowly sat up, blinking away the film over their eyes. While their stomach did a million flips and flops, they took a second to realize how high up they were. Looking down, their stomach felt like it just about lurched into their throat. He- They weren’t high up, they’re huge. Normal. No, HUGE. 

Their brain hurt. They could feel it throbbing painfully in their skull. So many memories all at once, so many feelings that were his and now theirs. They weren’t sure who they were anymore.

Now with his memories, could they be Leo now, too?

Wait.

LEO.

Button blinks once, hard, scanning the alleyway ground and seeing nothing.. Oh, no. Leo must have been shrunk and was now hiding. Through the pain, they got on their hands and knees and peered under a garbage disposal, whispering soft reassurances.

“Leo.. Leo, it’s okay, I won’t grab you. Just come out, we gotta get you h-”

They stopped, their face hardening with sudden realization. They sit up, stopping their search completely.

Without saying another word, Button picked up the now-tiny crystal in front of them and pocketed it whilst getting to their feet. 

The ex-borrower tucked their tail into their pants and pushed their hair over their pointed ears, walking purposely out of the alleyway.

[energeticwarrior]

GLOBAL STRIKE FOR GAZA 1/21-1/28

Apologies for my delay in using my platform, I found out about this strike yesterday and was taking some time to figure out what to say

Palestine has been suffering long before October 2023 and I need everybody to understand that. There is a genocide happening right now and if people don't use their voices to speak up, then they will become a lost cause in our history. We do not want the stories of their people to be told 50 years from now with a side comment like "oh no I wish someone would've done something" or "I can't believe that actually happened." Our voices can spread like a wildfire, so I hope that everybody joins the global strike this week in support of Palestine and uses their voices, social media, platforms, etc to voice their support.

If you are unsure of where to start, I suggest reading up on the history of Israel's occupation of Palestine dating back to 1948. Here is a free PDF download of this book. To be honest, I have not finished reading this book yet, but it's been highly recommended to me by multiple people. Buying the book from the author would be better, but I understand that it's not within everybody's budgets which is why I included that link.

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If you follow this link, this is a great guide on how to participate and support the strike this week. Doing every single thing is not realistic but do what you can and that is enough.

Here are some Palestinian journalists you can follow on Twitter, as they are the most reliable source. Many news sources worldwide have been misconstruing this "conflict" and completely ignoring the blatant genocide happening before our eyes. These journalists are Palestinian people who have been living this their whole lives (there are many more people and the Twitter thread can be viewed here)

Additionally, here are some other Twitter accounts that you can receive information from.

I urge everybody (art blogs, fandom blogs, etc) to put their interests on pause for the week and use that time to educate themselves on what's been going on for the last several years. This did not start in October. Keep speaking up and uplift Palestinian voices!

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Resources and other ways to help:

BOYCOTT STARBUCKS AND MCDONALDS (among other things)

Donate E-Sims to help journalists be in touch with the rest of the world

Stop supporting Zionist celebrities (ex: Noah Schnapp, Gal Gadot)

Uplift Palestinian journalists

Donate menstrual products to menstruating people in Gaza

Donations to UNRWA, Islamic Relief Canada, Arab (daily clicks and proceeds go to UNRWA)

If I missed anything, please feel free to message me or send me something in my inbox. Again, I urge everybody to pause their week to stand in solidarity with the Palestinian people and continue to uplift their voices. We are all stronger together.

[thespookiestprincessofthemall]

[miscellaneouscanine]

I heard we were drawing our comfort characters supporting Palestine, thought I’d join in!

Pineapple says FREE PALESTINE!!!

I had a bit of trouble deciding which character to do, but I chose my sweet yellow boy in the end.

[seaweedstarshine]

“They engineered a psychopath to kill you.” “Totally married her. I'd never have made it here alive without River Song.”

Sources: Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: My Dinner With Andrew, Closing Time, The Husbands of River Song, Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: Animal Instinct, The Ruby's Curse, Time of the Doctor

[attheexactlyrighttimeandplace]

For the people who still think the colony of Israel has a right to defend itself:

They're not defending anything, they're just having fun killing:

Update 1 (17/10/2023) for the confused and sceptics :

Update 2 (10/22/2023): To add some context to this post following Reuters (direct link to article) attempt to verify the reality of the IDF Facebook post.

In fact, Reuters failed to verify anything: as the agency admitted in its article, its journalist "could not find the impostor's Facebook account or the publication on the platform social network".

They then contacted "a spokesperson for the IDF", who told them that " the Facebook post was not shared by one of its official accounts. He added there was only one official IDF Facebook page in Arabic that carries a verification tick "

A Reuters reporter also contacted"a representative for Meta, Facebook’s parent company, told Reuters the page was removed".

In this total absence of material evidence, and relying solely on the statements of these two sources which are the least reliable when it comes to commenting and sharing information and facts about the war against the Palestinians (the Israeli army is party to the conflict therefore It is biased and will protect its agents and soldiers- and Facebook has a history of censoring Palestinian content that could be used to document violence and help legally qualify zionist crimes).

Reuters came to this hasty conclusion:

Their main arguments are that

The Israeli occupation army never admitted to bombing the hospital and blamed Islamic Jihad, so it had no reason to celebrate.

Reuters journalists conveniently ignore the timeline. The IDF message welcoming the bombing of the Baptist hospital in Gaza was published immediately after the attack, while the controversy over the perpetrators of the attack began a few hours after its deletion.

Until the controversy, no one wondered who was behind the attack. The zionist army has always publicly assumed its crimes: it even ordered (according to the clerics who were in charge of the administration of the hospital) on several occasions the hospital to evacuate, knowing perfectly well that it was impossible. It was only when outrage became widespread that western media, including Reuters, began to question the origins of the strike. There's a post on Tumblr that pulls together the subtle changes in headlines to make it seem like Israel never took credit for the attack (even though it destroyed different 2 floors of the hospital a few days before the biggest attack).

There are other videos on Mohammed El Kurd's Twitter account showing the zionist army celebrating its strikes. There are videos on social media of zionist soldiers humiliating prisoners in their custody, so gloating on social media is not a new practice for them.

There is no reason why they should not celebrate what they consider a victory: their ministers have already publicly and clearly stated that civilians who do not leave northern Gaza, whatever their reasons, will be assimilated to Hamas fighters. So everything is consistent; in their minds, hitting innocent and defenseless civilians is legitimate and they are happy about it.

On its Twitter account, the Israeli military removed a video that purported to prove that Islamic Jihad carried out the attack, but ultimately did not prove its claims. So they also have a habit of deleting their own content when they realize that it exposes them more than it helps them.

Other journalists (Al Jazeera uses its own images: it is the only media that remained in Gaza and they filmed all the attacks, information from Channel 4) and independent experts on weapons of war and geolocation worked on the question of identifying the perpetrators of the bombing of the hospital. So far, their preliminary conclusion is that the Israeli military's claims do not match the facts and material evidence on the ground.

Full details of this debate are on the X/Twitter accounts of Lowkey and Mohammed El-Kurd (look for posts made on October 17).

2. I don't really know how Facebook/Meta works: I never had an account on it (I mean I never used it properly: I opened an account years ago, exclusively to follow the activity of a group that I was part of in life but closed it after a few weeks without interacting beyond a few likes), but on Twitter you can hide the checkmark.

Even if the checkmark cannot be hidden, there is nothing in the Reuters "report" to indicate that the Zionist army does not maintain multiple accounts - some with checkmarks and some without - and does not delete accounts that are not officials when it does not suit their interests.

They have a history of spreading fake news: from rumors about 40 beheaded babies, to accusing Palestinians of bombing themselves, to creating fake documents to accuse Hamas of planning attacks on primary schools while manipulating parents by buying YT ads shown during videos aimed at children to improve their image damaged by their violence with families, and to justify the harm they do to the children of Gaza.

I'm only making this long argument because Lowkey and Mohammed El-Kurd deleted the tweets I reposted and I think they shouldn't have done so. I understand why: it actually seems like an insignificant speck in an ocean of real crimes, but I personally consider it symbolic and indicative of the true and greater zionist project: genocide.

Genocide in international law is based on proof of intent to destroy a group, and the zionist army's mocking Facebook post establishes beyond doubt that nothing is accidental on the zionist side, everything is premeditated and based on their superiority complex over the Palestinian people.

[lemedstudent2021]

In a small attempt to fight against israels pathetic efforts in erasing and defiling palestinian culture and heritage, in this post i'll be sharing one of my favourite icons of palestinian identity; the Palestinian sunbird!

This small yet vibrant bird is not just a symbol of the Palestinian natural heritage; it’s a beacon of perseverance and adaptability in a region shaped by complex histories and landscapes.

Despite its small size, the Palestine Sunbird is a powerful symbol of Palestinian identity and resilience, echoing the endurance of the Palestinian people in their homeland.

Meet The National Bird of Palestine: The Palestine Sunbird (explorationjunkie.com)

Palestine Sunbird: A Stamp of Defiance | Conflict | Al Jazeera