People Treat Bisan, Motaz And Plestia Like They're Influencers Instead Of, You Know, People Who Have

Justice for Sonya Massey

Say her name

She was a beautiful woman with two kids who was unrightfully killed by police officer Sean Grayson

She called for help and she met the end of her life by the same people who were supposed to help her

Fuck the cops and fuck anyone who tries to defend this man’s abhorrent actions. He deserves the same fate if not worse. He took an innocent woman from this world and he deserves twice as much as the pain

Say her name

Sonya Massey

I want to talk ab the met gala for a brief brief second okay.

To the people saying “you don’t know what it’s about! It’s art!” Okay?

That isn’t the issue here. It’s the fact that celebs pay 75k a ticket but won’t donate a dime to Palestinian aid. A lot of celebs are so greedy with their money it’s absolutely insane.

I love the met gala looks because I love fashion. And while I understand that people may admire the looks that have been put out, I think we really need to stop putting these celebs on a pedestal and take notice of the ones ACTUALLY trying to do something (Macklemore, The Weeknd, hunter schafer, etc). These quiet celebs are VERY IMPORTANT when it comes to these causes. They have an insane amount of power (regardless of how much they deny it), and they DO. NOT. USE. IT.

75k is nothing to them, and yet they let thousands upon thousands of people suffer at the hands of the idf and allow men, women, and children to be raped, bombed, and murdered— all while preaching about activism and human rights.

Fuck them. FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

hot take .

men that call themselves “alpha” are borderline furries jus in denial 😗😗

I AGREE they're also just denying that they like dick 😛

happy fourth of july fuck america fuck the supreme court fuck israel fuck capitalism fuck global warming fuck transphobia fuck shitty gun laws fuck billionaires fuck AI fuck nazis fuck racists fuck cops fuck everybody burn the system down

One of the things that pisses me off most about this genocide and overall occupation is how many people say it's so complicated and there's so much nuance and there isn't one easy solution. This is one of the simplest things I have ever seen. Zionists invaded palestine in 1947-48. They have occupied it for 76 years while taking more and more land. They kidnap and torture and massacre Palestinians day in day out for those 76 years. They control every aspect of Palestinian life, including their water and medical care. And now they are committing another genocide against them. Where is the complication? What is hard to understand? "Well, Jewish people need a place where they won't be discriminated against" I absolutely agree. So make every country in the world safe for Jewish people. Fight against anti Semitism across the world. Don't commit a genocide and set up an ethnostate.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SWALLOWIN’ MY PRIDE

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↳ summary: in which chris is forced to swallow his pride as he comes to terms with the new that y/n has shared, realizing it’s not just her fault. however when he mentions the alternatives, he fails to see how much it hurts his girlfriend.

↳ pairings: boston bruins player!chris sturniolo x fem!reader!

↳ warnings: swearing, angst, chris not wanting a kid, verbal arguments, big talks about abortions and giving the kid up for adoption, mentions and descriptions of vomiting, a loooot of angst tbh.

↳ important things to note: this is a heavy chapter so please keep that in mind if you choose to keep reading, i’ve done my part and have warned you about what this chapter entails so please do yours and close out of this fic if you cannot handle those topics. i am not your mother i cannot stop you, but if you choose to keep going despite being uncomfortable with the things i’ve warned you about, you are not allowed to get upset with anyone but yourself. enjoy<3

THIRD PERSON POV

chris was left utterly speechless as he stared at the thin plastic stick in his hand. the only thing running through his mind, was “what am i going to do? i just signed the contract today?” he felt guilty being so absorbed in his doubts about his career but it was something he had worked for his entire life. he knew his concerns were selfish, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop worrying about them.

the words “we’re pregnant, chris.” rang in his ears like a bell chiming, he felt his breath get stuck in his throat and he wasn’t able to breathe. he quickly shifted y/n off his lap so he could begin pacing, he held his head in his hands as his skates clunked against the padded locker room floor.

“what the fuck are we going to do y/n?” chris spits, his voice broken and unsteady as he looks at his girlfriend, her eyes red with unshed tears as she shook her head softly and shrugged.

“i don’t know chris.”

“why weren’t you careful?” chris exclaims, unintentionally putting all the blame on her as her head snaps up, her brows furrowed tightly as she breathes out a listless laugh.

“how is this all my fault?”

“i’m not saying it’s your fault. but why didn’t you just get an abortion?”

“in case you forgot what you were taught in fifth grade health class, it takes two people to make a baby, chris. you were the one that wanted to hit it raw and you promised to pull out but clearly you didn’t. and i didn’t want to abort it without your input because this child is half of you, too. and i would not be able to sit through that alone!“ she scoffs, tears dripping down her cheeks as she stares up at him, guilt and regret chipping away at the slight glimmer of hope that chris would be okay with it that she held.

“i just signed a good contract baby, i can’t miss my games for this shit.” chris sighs, his heart rate slowing down, but his mind was still racing, leaving him blind to the internal battle his girlfriend was facing.

he felt sick, he had everything mapped out for the next five years and this baby completely threw a wrench in everything that he had meticulously planned. there was no way a baby this early in his career would look good, it’d make him look reckless and uncaring about his job.

“do you not think i’ve been thinking about that, chris? that’s the only thing i’ve been thinking about since i found out or even had the slightest idea i was pregnant, i have been terrified of derailing the life plans you’ve set up for yourself and i don’t know what the fuck to do but what i do know, is that we’re pregnant and we have to make a decision about this. so until you’ve processed this, you can stay with one of your brother’s, i will be waiting at home.” y/n replies, her voice gradually getting quieter and breaking even more as she finishes. wiping her tears, she quickly exists the room, the need to vomit overcoming her.

her mind wouldn’t stop racing. it brought every possible scenario to the surface and she was beyond scared. what was she going to do? chris sure as hell didn’t seem to want the baby, and she thought she didn’t either but talking about it to chris had her realizing that she wants a family more than anything.

as she knelt in front of the toilet , she couldn’t help but laugh internally. finding out you’re expecting a child was supposed to be a joyous and happy time. finding out that you’re carrying a life that is half of yourself and the person you’re in love with, the person you’re fully committed to for life, was supposed to have you feeling over the moon. and instead, it had y/n’s stomach twisting with guilt, regret, heartache, and distress.

ash she wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet, she sat on the edge of it, letting her tears fall as she let the feelings of hopelessness and loss fully consume her heart. would she really see this pregnancy to term if chris didn’t want anything to do with her and the baby? if she did, would she let chris back into her life when he decides he wants a family? or would he seek a family somewhere else?

“how the fuck am i going to survive this without him?” she whispered to herself, quickly exiting the public washroom and making a beeline for the front entrance.

chris on the other hand, was stoic as stared at the wall opposite of him, the thin plastic stick beside him taunting him and his mind, almost as if it was telling him that he was acting selfishly. instead of comforting his girlfriend, who was as equally terrified of their recent news as chris, if not more? he blamed her. he yelled at her.

he callously told her to abort their baby to be. to get rid of the life growing inside her as if it meant nothing. as if it wasn’t the product of two people that loved each other deeply. even if it wasn’t planned or considered, that child to be was still the result of chris and y/n’s love. of the fact that they held each other so closely that they made love without any preventative measures. but chris couldn’t look at it that way, he didn’t want to.

his focus was on his career, hockey was everything to him. it made him everything he is. but was hockey really the only thing that mattered to chris? as he mulled over the answer, images of y/n sobbing as she held the freshly positive test, of her sobbing and scared in front of him waiting for him to pull her into his arms in the middle of that locker room flash through his mind. he felt guilty, he hadn’t even hugged her as she sobbed, he so badly wishes he could rewind the clock a few minutes so he could react differently but he couldn’t.

he knew he wanted a family at some point in his life, but now? it was so early. he wanted to bask in all the glory of being the newest and youngest star on the bruins without the responsibilities of his personal life hanging over his head. but that wasn’t possible.

as his team made their way down the hall, chris shoved the test into the side pocket of his hockey bag and plastered a fake smile on his face. the team cheered and hollered as they had won the game. chris joined in on the festivities, briefly forgetting the decision he had to make as the team got dressed in their suits and dress clothes, deciding to hit the bar in the lounge above the rink nd celebrate their win and landing bracket in the playoffs.

y/n was in the complete opposite state, she sat at the table, the meal she had prepped hours ago as soon as she got home after leaving the game early sat on the table in front of her. it had grown cold and stale as she tried to bring the urge to eat to life but she couldn’t bear the thought of choking back her food. she hated eating without chris. she knew he wasn’t going to join her after she told him to stay with one his brothers, but out of pure muscle memory she made a plate for him and it sat across the table from her, taunting her, as if to say “this is what your future will look like if chris decides he doesn’t want the baby.” and it broke her heart into a million shards.

could she really handle a life without him? they’ve been together for so long as it is. was it worth it to go through everything that they have already, just for a child to tear them apart? she didn’t know the answer to that and she didn’t want to. she hoped that somehow, chris’ mind would change and he would have this great epiphany and realize he wants this, the family life with y/n.

she knew how important this spot on the bruins’ team was to chris, she knew that more than anybody else. but was it more important than a life with the woman he called his soulmate? was his career more important to him than his relationship?

y/n, truthfully, had began to believe it was. he would call off dates and anniversary dinners to go hang out with the team, he would come home late the nights he promised to be home early. he put so much of their time together on the back burner, and maybe this child was the wake-up call she needed. maybe she wasn’t cut out for the life of dating a superstar hockey player.

sighing, she cleared the plates off, putting the leftovers in an air-tight container and leaving them for her or, hopefully, chris to eat another day. she quickly loaded the dishwasher and started it before cleaning the rest of the kitchen. as she had finished, she flicked off the main kitchen light, leaving the light above the stove on so that when chris came home, if he had made up his mind yet, he wouldn’t be surrounded by complete darkness. but she knew in the back of her mind, chris coming home tonight was just wishful thinking.

as she laid in bed, she scrolled through instagram, chris’ story updates catching her eye. pressing down on his profile circle surrounded by a pinkish purple ring, she was met with the sight of chris and john shot gunning beer in their suits, leaving her slightly hurt that instead of talking about things with her or his brothers he chose to party with his team. she knew that making an appearance at the after parties was important, she had just hoped their situation was more important. but refusing to let herself dwell on what she meant to chris, she rolled over and willed herself to sleep.

it had been a few days since her confession to chris and she had yet to hear even just a single word from him. and the silence was killing her. after her doctors appointment, which confirmed that she was in fact two months along, she had received texts of congratulations and more from his family so she assumed he had said something and maybe he wasn’t completely ashamed of what was happening, but she had a gnawing feeling of doubt in her stomach telling her that wasn’t the case.

“matt i don’t know what to think.” chris sighed, looking to his more level-headed brother for advice in this situation.

“well chris, do you really want her to abort it? like can you live with the fact that you’re putting her through that, you know that she’s completely all for it, but it’s different when it’s the one going through it. so would you be able to live with the fact that you’re pushing her to take away this chance, both of yours and hers, at a family right now?”

“well when you word it that way-“

“and who’s to say that you won’t be looking at having a family the same way down the line if, let’s say, she aborts the baby now and this entire thing happens again? would you put her through it twice? when you could just as easily implement all the later plans with your career that included a family into your plans for now. it would be much easier to maneuver things around right because the ink on your contract has barely dried yet. you do it later down the line and shit could go up in flames. but if you’re still dead set on pushing her to an abortion, by all means do it. it’s up to you man but from the way you’ve talk about it, y/n wants to have a family so what you’re doing is most likely killing her, and if you pushing her to do this wrecks your relationship, you won’t find another girl to love you the way she does. and i know you didn’t actually ask for it, but my opinion is that you’re being a fucking idiot. you and i both know that all you’ve wanted with y/n is to raise a family. you talked about your future kids’ names with her two months into the start of your relationship. so i’m not sure why you’re doing all this shit, chris.” matt rambled, his words cutting directly into the flesh of chris’ heart, he knew matt was right. every word he spoke nothing but truth clinging to it. so why was he putting both him and y/n, mainly y/n, through all of this? sighing, chris nodded and thanked him for the advice before plucking his keys off the counter of matt’s kitchen before heading out the door and climbing into his car.

chris made quick work of driving home to y/n, he felt so unbelievably guilty for leaving her alone with her thoughts for as long as he had. as he stepped into their shared home, he felt like an intruder, he didn’t feel like himself, because in what world would chris, the same chris who is so unbelievably and irrevocably in love with y/n, push her to terminate their child? chris should’ve been ecstatic and sobbing over the news. instead he let his job cloud his judgement and focus, and he felt terrible.

“baby?” chris calls out, quickly climbing the entryway stairs and standing in the main hallway, waiting for y/n to answer.

“in here.” she calls back, her voice tired and strained from all the crying she had done. as chris rounds the corner into their room, his heart breaks at the sight of her curled up on his side of the bed in his hoodie.

“i am so sorry y/n, i’ve been an asshole.”

“i’ll say.” she whispers, shifting back to her side of the bed as chris climbs in beside her.

“i want to apologize for blaming you, it’s not your fault. and for suggesting an abortion without actually hearing what you want. if you want one, i’ll support you. i talked to matt and he made me realize what a jackass i’ve been. if you genuinely want this baby, then i do too. i love you, and i want you to be safe and happy. and if having a family makes you happy, then i’m willing to raise this baby with you because in all honesty, i do want this baby.”

“what about your career?”

“we’ll figure that out when we need to.”

“okay. i love you.”

“i love you forever and a day, y/n. i’m so sorry i’ve been so shitty, i was scared and lashed out on you when i should’ve acknowledged that you were scared too, i shouldn’t have let you deal with it on your own.” chris hums, wrapping his arms around her as she dries her tears and rest her head against his chest.

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⃗  ❪  FAIRYTALE! ࣪ ❫ — matthew sturniolo.

starring. hockey player!matt x singer!reader. | wc : 1487

headline. a few days before your album release, everything crumbles down. your relationship, your motivation … your everything.

genre. angst angst ANGST! i had to guys i’m sorry in advance :(

⌖.˚◌ december 3rd was just around the corner. what’s so special about that day? not only was it your anniversary but you were releasing your long awaited album— dedicated to him. matt and you had been together for almost two years and as an anniversary gift, you wrote this project for him to cherish. of course, you had your ups and downs but what couple doesn’t? you’ve spent almost a year perfecting and developing this and to say you were proud, was an understatement.

you sit in the studio, jotting in your journal as you listen to track 12, the last song on your album. all night, your phone had been ringing, notifications soaring through but you decided to ignore it. this was the only time you’ve had to yourself, your manager nagging you about nonsense ( sorry jenny…. ).

speak of the devil, your phone rings once again. you sigh as you accept defeat, answering the call and putting it on speaker. “jen, i’m at the studio.. i can’t tal—“ you’re cut off by her unusually raspy voice.

“have you seen the photos? the article? anything y/n? everything is royally fucked.” she rambles, her voice breaking. your eyebrows furrow, confused on her certain burst of emotion. “slow down! what are you talking about?” the stress and anxiety taking over your once relaxed mind as you sit up in your chair.

j-just look.” she sighs as your phone pings.

POP CULTURE! — Matt Sturniolo & Yazmin Torez’s secret love life becomes not so secret?

by Jamie Whitman. November 30th, 2024 at 8:52pm

It seems like the relationship between Boston Bruin’s best hockey player and Instagram’s Favorite Influencer has become way more than friendly. Fans have previously expressed their interest in seeing these two become a couple but it got nowhere, seeing as Matt Sturniolo was in a committed relationship with two-time Grammy Award winner, Y/N L/N.

Sturniolo and Torez were spotted outside of Topgolf last night, the pair seemingly drunk as they stumbled out into the empty parking lot. Instead of waving goodbye, they started showing very sexual displays of affection on the side of Sturniolo’s car— not aware that paparazzi were only feet away. Neither of them have came out with statements— Y/N hasn’t either.

We can’t do anything but pray this doesn’t interfere with the release of Y/N’s third album, FAIRYTALE.

more to read under the cut.

⌖.˚◌ you glance at your screen with your lips parted in surprise and your eyes burning as tears threaten to escape. there’s no way this was actually happening. he wouldn’t do this to you.. right? “i don’t know what type of prank you guys are pulling but this isn’t funny.” you sniffle, wiping the stray tear that rolled down your cheek.

she shakes her head as if you can see her, disappointment basically leaking from her pores. “i’m not making this up. talk to him about it and call me back, okay?” her question coming out more like a statement. you mutter a “okay” before hanging up and slumping into your chair. so much for the studio. you quickly facetime matt, preparing for him to answer and tell you this wasn’t true. unfortunately after one ring, he declines the call. your eyes widen at his audacity before you open imessage.

your blood is boiling. what could he possibly say to convince you that it’s not true? you turn off the music in the studio before grabbing your phone and heading outside. the cold night air hits your skin, causing your body to relax as you reach his car. you open the passenger door before climbing in and closing it behind you.

matt looks an absolute mess. his hair is untamed, his eyes and face unbelievably red from crying. a small part of you feels bad, never wanting to see the love of your life upset but at the same time, he screwed you over. in front of the world might i add. “it’s true. the photos, the article… all of it. i’m sorry, y/n.” he says, his head swarming with guilt. you look up to see his eyes focused on his lap, too ashamed to face you. you scoff before speaking. “are you really sorry? or are you sorry because you got caught?” you ask, tears falling down your cheeks yet again.

“i’m seriously sorry. we were wasted and i know that’s not an excuse but she was there. i took advantage of that and i regret it so much.” he finally looks up at you causing your eyes to soften slightly. you quickly realize what he just said before shaking your head. “she was there? are you fucking serious right now? she was there downing shots with you while i was here, making sure the album i wrote for you was perfect! you’re an asshole, matt.” you yell, pointing towards the building outside.

any of this happening was not on your 2024 bingo card.. at all.

he reaches over the console to grab your hands, rubbing a thumb over the promise ring he gave you. “just listen to me, okay? i don’t wan—“ you cut him off by snatching your hands away and shaking your head. “was this the first time?” you question, just above a whisper. a sigh leaves his lips as he lays back into the driver’s seat. “no. we’ve been seeing each other since august.” his voice cracks slightly.

you feel your heart shatter into a million pieces once again. all this time, he was playing you. a part of you thanks him for not letting you embarrass yourself even further by putting out your album. you lick over your dry lips before nodding. “pack your shit and find somewhere else to stay. goodbye matt.” you instruct before taking off the ring and throwing it at him. you look at him one last time before hopping out the car and making your way back into the studio.

matt picks up the ring, looking at your anniversary engraved on the side. he runs a hand over his face, trying his best to not let anymore tears fall. he fucked up everything and there was no way he was getting it back.

lai speaks. oh my gosh?? matt being a douche bag how do we feel? this is actually one of my fav things i’ve written so like i hope you guys like it! masterlist and all that jazz will be up soon… maybe 😬

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JUST FELL TO MY KNEES OUT OF HAPPINESS

Palestinians are no longer asking us to help stop the bombing.

They are asking ( I would normally say begging, but proud as they are, Allah save them. After 106 days, they never begged for anything) for food.

They fear dying out of hunger more than being shredded to pieces by bombs

The messages they send.... How can I tell it's worse.. I can't put it into words, but it's worse

just saw ur welcome post and saw u supported palestine. ily queen.

free palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸!!!

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

it kinda hurts to see the triplets ignore such prominent things in news like a genocide and modern day colonisation, plus even buying from such places that support isreal (like mcdonalds) and not use their huge platform to talk about Palestine is so disappointing. It’s like they don’t want to come in contact with any type of cancellation at all which kinda makes them look weird but on the better end Larray, Isa and Nailea have my heart.