i've lost weight from the comfort of my bed while eating like shit, i've got accepted into programs without even applying, i've got promoted at work by doing the bare minimum, i've been gifted desired things i never mentioned wanting out loud, i've gotten money from the most random sources, i've changed my weight distribution, i've changed my height, i've changed my face, ive cured my dental problems, i've revised animal sickness, i've gotten my exact desired sp, i've gotten gaul citizenship, i've changed my grades, i've got my dream apartment, i've gained my exact desires friend group, i've gotten multiple free vacations... loa is literally the cheat code to life.
Massive fuck you to everyone who is talking about Palestinians as if we’re already all dead and sharing more solidarity with our corpses than us living. “We will never forget the beautiful Palestinian people-“ how about you stop “making peace” with Palestinian extermination. My people are not going to be forgotten because we are going to live. Palestinians have already survived one genocide and have been surviving one ever since.
Do not ever let the idea that all Palestinians are going to die exist in your mind. Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.
i feel like sometimes people forget that gaza is a testing ground for most of the weapons manufacturers and theres no way the US would give that up.
pairing: sukuna x fem!reader
warnings: crack, fluff, mature language, sexual content mentioned (?), + etc!
authors note: hello my phat pussy gyal’s, this one’s for yall!! kinda getting motivation again so yay, also thanks to this sexy anon for the request (sorry it took so long)!! remember my requests are always open guys, feel free to drop something in but check my rules first <3
©rissouu 2024
It was never about hamas. If israel manages somehow to kill every member of hamas, what then? Do you think Palestinians are just going to forgive and forget everything Israel has done?
Babies who are the only surviving members of their families? Fathers carrying the remains of their children in plastic bags? Palestinians who witnessed people blown to bits right in front of them? Had Israeli forces shoot at them as they tried to escape the north? Palestinians in the West Bank who have been captured and tortured on camera? Palestinians in 48 who have been arrested just for sympathizing with their kin in Gaza? Palestinian school girls being assaulted by the IOF? Mothers who only have the blood of their children on their hands as their only remaining piece of them? The constant dehumanization that followed our every move - how while Palestinians suffered, politicians called us “monsters”, “human animals”, “children of darkness”, “savages”, and “cockroaches”?
It’s been 75 years since my family was forced from their villages by Zionist militias, they have never forgotten what they did to their neighbors and how they are still denied their right of return. None of us will.
Now, IOF forces in Gaza raise the Israeli flag over the beaches and take selfies with fleeing Palestinians in the background, cheer and celebrate a “return to their settlements in gaza” and sing about leveling the land and fantasize building shopping malls on Palestinian mass graves - it was never about hamas.
⭑⭑ sukuna x reader — fem reader, short reader implied, modern au, fluff.
yapper!gf x ‘idgaf’ sukuna who acts like he’s absolutely done with you whenever you’re going on and on about the mundane things in your life, not admitting that he finds it a little cute at the fact that you just can’t seem to shut your pretty mouth up.
“uh huh.” he leans his cheek against his knuckles, looking fairly uninterested as you ramble about how ‘discriminating’ it is that the local store always keeps the ramen packets on the top shelf, and his daring audacity to not be there to get it for you. ( asking for help is so embarrassing! )
“are you even listening?” a pout embraces your features, an inner feeling deep in your chest telling you you’ve been talking to a wall this entire time. sukuna’s lips only curve upwards. “what, are you doubting me?”
“what if i am?” you retort. it’s not like you would blame him for not listening, you talk. a lot…. okay, maybe a petty part of you can blame him.
“first you were complaining about me ‘not loving you enough’. then complaining about the dull decorations in my home, now ramen—is this a dumb pattern, woman?”
you feel your cheeks heating up with every syllable escaping his mouth. yeah you complained, but that much? someone needs to get you an oscar, or whatever.
“oh my god you..” your eyelashes flutter. “you listen to everything i say?”
“what- no, i was just.. shut up woman.”
a sly smirk etches onto your face. “that’s so cute, you love me so much huh?” you poke teasingly, smirk only deepening at the way his face engulfs into a scowl. “i will no longer listen to your stupid ramblings.”
rest assured, he still made sure to react to all 27 voice messages you sent him.
buying stupid things that you would die to have as a kid really does heal something inside you
I love having manners and being nice tbh!
just for a bag of flour....even until i d!e i will stand with Palestine no matter what...
"People are dying either of hunger or of bombing in Gaza. Even while trying to get aid, those unarmed civilians are getting killed because the IOF tanks attacks." from Manar Owais, 27/Feb/2024:
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