Bellasashylegs - Bella

I am Jewish. I am an anti-Zionist. I am always and forever pro-Palestine.

My grandmother was born in Palestine before Israel existed. My grandmother, who died less than a decade ago (in her 70s) was already older than the settler colonial state of Israel. Judaism exists without Zionism. Zionism goes against the Jewish religion. Zionism is white supremacy.

From the river to the sea Palestine WILL BE FREE

Hey everyone, this is Bisan from Gaza. I'm still alive but Hind is not. Do you remember Hind Rajab? This seven (7) years old child who was missed 12 days ago. Hind was in a car with five (5) family members and they were all killed - except Hind - by an Israeli bomb, and then she called the Ambulance, she asked them to rescue her. Two Ambulance men from the Red Crescent tried to do this but they were also missed. Now; today they were found killed. The body of Hind found killed, found murdered. It's just a new massacre added to the list of endlessly massacres committed by Israel against my people; Palestinians in Gaza right now.

No one holds Israel accountable until now. No one is doing anything. Hind was killed. Who is the next? I don't know, it might be any one of us, but I mean, it's a new, it's a new massacre - she is murdered. You all heard her story, you all heard her voice asking for help saying (Bisan speaks in Arabic first then translates to English the following) "take me with you, take me from here". She was between dead bodies for days, alone and no one could rescue her. We knew where she was, we knew that she was okay, we knew that she could contact the Red Crescent but no one rescued her.

-- Bisan on Instagram, 02.10.2024

There really is nothing left to say.

CRUSH (reader x bsf! matt)

MINI SERIES MASTERLIST

SUMMARY. matt is the reader’s best friend, who also happens to be in love with her. although they have a very flirty relationship, he’s not sure if reader reciprocates his feelings. the reader is oblivious to matt’s love for her, and the two never act on their feelings. so for now, it’s just a crush.

***parts in BLUE contain smut

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Reblog to tell zionists to fuck off your blog. If you say you aren't a zionist but still get offended then uhhh sorry hun but this is exactly for you <3

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

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SAYIN’ SORRY FOR THAT NIGHT

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↳ summary: in which y/n is greeted by a sudden revelation on the night of chris’ most anticipated game, the one that determines whether or not the bruins get into the playoffs and she’s left apologizing for the night that caused it all.

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

↳ warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions and descriptions of violent fights, verbal arguments, unplanned pregnancy, discussion of abortions, comments from the other team and hecklers, open ending, angst, angst, angst, and more angst.

↳ author's note: loosely based off back to december (taylor’s version) by taylor swift! , red italics are comments from random people!

↳ important things to note 0.02: a) i’m canadian and a montreal fan ‘til the day i die so writing a boston centric fic where the bruins win is killing me. b) i’m writing it so that carey price is still the canadien’s goalie bc i miss him and he was my favourite goalie.

THIRD PERSON POV

to be in the limelight alone is tough. to be in it for something such a hockey, where a million and one eyes are watching your every move, scrutinizing every play you make, every workout you do to toughen your body and build your endurance for the tasking time spent on the ice is even tougher, but to do all of that with a public relationship is the toughest thing.

chris knew that announcing his relationship at the peak of his career with the boston bruins was not going to be easy. he had all eyes on him as the bruins' newest right winger, but not only was he the newest player, he was also the youngest to join in years.

just like connor mcdavid's rise to fame with the edmonton oilers, chris was in the spotlight and it wasn't easy. he was in the spotlight because he was a phenomenal player with a chipper attitude that most hockey players don't seem to have. he had been scouted at one of his toughest games in his college career and almost immediately the contracts began flowing and the drafting process had started.

as eyes of everyone involved in the hockey world began to shift to the star of what they called "the boston bruins' new era and future captain", so did the female attention. not only was chris good at what he did, but he was insanely good looking, at least to the younger female demographic that had taken an interest in hockey.

but he didn't care for the, for a lack of a better name, puck bunnies or the future hockey wives in training, he had his own hockey wife sitting front row in the v.i.p section at every game, smiling as she watched him zip back and forth between his teammates and the teammates that he was facing

as he announced who the mystery girl in his practice jersey at every game was, he faced an onslaught of even more hate disguised as criticism and scrutiny from devout bruins fans, potential drafting scouts, and anyone willing to spare an opinion. but as the rather distasteful comments rolled in, his skin grew thicker, because as long as he had her to go home to, he could handle it.

PRESENT TIME

chris sat on the bench in the hallway adorning the infamous bruins logos, each brick in the wall holding some sort of history of the team, twirling tape around the blade of his stick. he found the dressing room too stuffy right before a game, so he and john beecher sat outside the dressing room, joking amongst themselves as they prepared for the game.

"cmon man, you played big games before you'll be fine." john chuckled, handing chris back his spare roll of stick tape as chris sighed.

"i know, it's just a big fuckin' game tonight. haven't played montreal yet."

"wait this is your first game against montreal?"

"yes and as a boston native, i know this is the game, just don't wanna fuck up when this decides whether or not we make it to playoffs."

"kid you'll be fine, you've outdone mcdavid's first year and that's pretty fuckin' bizarre 'cause he's a powerhouse." beecher reassured, clapping the young right winger on the shoulder before heading back to the dressing room. chris stared at the wall across, still struggling to comprehend how his life has become the way it is, he's incredibly grateful for the opportunities he's gotten and proud of the work he's put in, it's just still hard to fathom.

sensing that she should give her boyfriend a quick visit before he went on to the ice, y/n made her way through the crowds of people, smiling at the fans that addressed her, politely declining to take pictures until after the game. she proudly donned a large "8" and the name "STURNIOLO" scrawled across the back of a black away-game jersey and black jeans and her trusty, yet dirty, air forces, proudly showing her support for the man she's loved for six years, since she was a small fourteen year old navigating her year of high school with the triplets by her side.

the thin plastic stick weighed heavy in the pocket of her hoodie she wore beneath the jersey, she was about to tell chris about it, to give him a little motivation to play extra hard. but when she spotted the reporter’s mic pointed toward his helmet covered face, she placed that idea on the back burner. smiling she approached chris,

“hey mister big shot.” she laughed, causing chris to grin as he introduced her to the reported as his girlfriend. the reporter quickly bid the couple goodbye, leaving them to have their moment together.

“hey so i’ve got some really good news for you.” y/n smiled, smoothing her hands over his shoulder pads as he tugged off his helmet, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

“listen i wanna go be apart of the chant so i need to go, can this news wait?”

“i guess so. give ‘em hell baby, i love you.”

“always ma, i love you.” chris replied, bouncing on his skates slightly before shoving his helmet back on, quickly shoving his way through the door leading to short hallway his team would walk through.

y/n stared at his back, watching him fade away as she was left to mull over the news she was about to tell chris. it was the start of his career and she didn’t want to derail it any, so the choice between telling him now or tell him in a month waged a violent war in her mind.

shaking her head, she made her way back to the staircase leading to the v.i.p section, as she wove through crowds of people, she heard the gasps and murmurs.

“that’s who the new bruins guy is dating? i won’t be shocked when he starts fucking the puck sluts in a month.”

“she looks out of place and that jersey is so unflattering on her.”

“i hope sturniolo comes to his senses and dumps her ass soon.”

scoffing, y/n climbed the stairs, pushing the overwhelmingly upsetting thoughts from her mind as she spotted nick and matt in their seats. breaking the news to someone was imperative to her, not telling someone would break her but she didn’t know whether she should tell someone before chris.

of course she and chris had talked about their views on starting a family together and the idea of raising a baby together but there was one issue,

chris wanted to wait until secured a long term contract with the bruins. he didn’t want anything to deter his plans. and y/n understood, he has worked so unbelievably hard to get to the position he’s in now. starting a family takes a lot of dedication, time, effort, and devotion without distractions. chris was concerned that if they had a baby early on in his professional hockey career, she’d be left alone to carry out so many of the responsibilities that being a parent brought on.

so as y/n made her way to her designated seat, her heart felt heavy. her doubts only grew with every step she took, and it felt like her body had been held down, it was as if she had cinder blocks chained to her ankles. as she sat beside nick, he picked up on her mood, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that sonething was bothering her though. nick bumped her elbow with his, as if to ask what’s wrong and she just smiled and shook her head.

mary-lou, who was sat behind y/n and her three sons, immediately knew what was going on. y/n had a certain glow to her, despite the sorrowful look that had become deeply etched into her skin. she knew that pained expression anywhere, she understood what the taut shoulders, pinched eyebrows, and distraught gleam in her eyes all too well. but the older woman put her excitement about becoming a grandmother off to the side, deciding she’d wait to gloat until y/n had accepted the idea her self.

the family conversed among themselves while the teams prepared to saunter out onto the ice, letting the fans get hyped up. a voice boomed from above, prompting cheers and hollers from the people taking up the stands.

“please welcome your home team, the boston bruins!” the commentator exclaimed, dragging out the words boston bruins in typical emcee fashion, allowing the fans and supporters chant for their team as he played the bruins’ intro song as they skated onto the ice one by one, the emcee announcing the names and numbers above the music.

y/n couldn’t help but lett the pride and excitement she felt show brightly on her face, despite the worries she suffered deep down. she was so incredibly proud of chris, him landing a secure spot on the bruins was a long time coming. it was his dream back in high school the moment he secured a spot on his high school’s team with ease. he was a natural born hockey player and it showed through the surplus of dedication he put into it. and y/n felt more than lucky to be there on the sidelines from the very beginning.

as the emcee asked from everyone to stand for the national anthem, a cheesy grin broke out on her face as chris stood on the offensive line facing the vip box, and pointed up to where he knew she’d be sitting before forming his hand into the best half heart possible that his bulky gloves would allow. she felt her cheeks warm with a deep blush as chris’ family playfully teased her for having their brother and son completely and unfalteringly whipped.

“shut up!” she laughed, her nerves drifting away as the game started. the excitement she never failed to feel at every single one of chris’ games, whether it was just him filling in for the local adult men’s teams or an exhibition game for his old college team, she was always filled with adrenaline as she stood and sat in the stands.

but that was expected when born into a city that favours the winter sport, you were either born with the excitement coursing through your veins or you were born with a deep hatred for it filling every crevice of your body. there was no in between.

y/n cheered along with chris’ family as he zipped, swerved, bobbed, and weaved up and down the ice. that was one thing that most players envied chris for, he was fast and slick, almost as if he was water slipping through your fingers.

and not only was he fast, he held great control over the puck as she moved down the ice, the puck never got away from him as he maneuvered it between players, alternating which side his stick was covering and pushing it.

there was fifteen seconds left in the second period and both montreal and boston held three goals each as chris stood for a moment back checking as his teammates guarding him, and with five seconds ticking down, he delivered a brutal slap shot, sending the puck into the net behind carey price who had dropped to block it a second too late.

the bruins fans’ side of the stands erupted in loud cheers, and so did y/n and chris’ family, his parents laughing giddily as matt made a backhanded comment about price being too old for goaltending.

“i will be right back, i have to use the washroom.” y/n interjects, letting nick know where she’d while the rest of them grabbed drinks.

“yo y/n, you drink budlight right?” justin hums, causing her stomach to drop, her usual habit of having a beer with them at chris’ games being something she hadn’t even considered.

“uh can you just grab me an iced tea? i’ve got an early appointment tomorrow and i’d rather not show up at my doctor’s smelling like beer.” she laughs nervously, causing justin to shrug and accept her answer before heading off to the concession stand near the entrance of the vip box.

“i’ll come with you, i’ve got to use the ladie’s room too.” mary-lou hums, smiling appreciatively as y/n waited for her.

however as they made their way to back of the section they were sitting in, mary-lou motioned for y/n to follow her out into the small hallway that lead to the smoking doors, it was empty as the two stood there.

“how far along are you?” mary-lou whispers, unable to withhold her suspicions any longer, and the abrupt question had y/n’s stomach twisting into more knots than it was already in.

“wha-how did you figure it out?”

“i’ve had my suspicions for a while, the last time you were over i heard you throwing up, and you’ve got the pregnancy glow. plus you’ve been wearing baggy clothes and you aren’t drinking tonight.”

“fuck. sorry for my language. but i think i’m about two and a half months along. last month i just thought my period was late because i was sick and when i get sick, my period is normally late. but then i missed this month’s too and it clicked.”

“have you told chris yet?” mary-lou spoke, her voice soft as she rest a reassuring hand on her future daughter in law’s arm as she shook her head.

n“i wanted to tell him before the game, to give him a little motive to play harder but he didn’t want to miss the chant and pep talk so he left before i could say anything about it. i’ve got the test in my pocket and i know it’s not smart to go off just one test so that’s why i’m going to the doctor tomorrow.”

“well i think you should tell him, i think he’ll be happy.”

“that’s what i’m worried about, he wanted to wait until he secured a long term contract. we had this conversation about a month ago.”

“you can’t necessarily control these things. a family comes to be when it’s meant to happen, not when you want it to happen.”

mary-lou’s words stuck deep in y/n’s mind. she knew that chris’ mother was right. y/n had just wished her and chris were a bit more careful that drunken night in the hotel.

FLASHBACK

chris and y/n’s drunken giggles bounced off the walls as they pushed their way into their room. they had gone out for dinner with the team and eventually broke off on their own after swiping two of the complementary bottles of champagne that the teams managers had provided.

they stumbled through the city after hiding in an empty room in the banquet hall, chugging the nasty liquor as quick as they could handle on empty stomachs.

“god baby, you look so pretty in this dress, just wanna tear it off you.” chris rasped, his cheeks flushing and eyes drooping, from the alcohol, or the effect his girlfriend had on him, or maybe even both, she wasn’t quite sure. making him look all the more enticing to y/n.

“do it then.” y/n slurred back, pulling chris into a messy, sloppy, yet incredibly hot, like searingly hot, make out, chris’ hands roamed her body feverishly, unable to stay in one place very long.

as their ministration progressed, so did their desire for one another and the lingering buzz they had from the alcohol left room for a few less than sound decisions. chris drunkenly justified going in raw by saying “just wanna feel as close to you as possible.” and that was all the convincing y/n needed, but she made him promise to pull out in time.

but due to their inebriation, chris wasn’t quick enough but they had long forgotten it by the time morning came.

FLASHBACK OVER

and now she was paying the price for them being reckless. sighing, she made her way back to her seat just as the intermission ended and chris' team made their way back to the home bench, their net switching back to the end they started out on.

it wasn't too far into the third period when the canadiens were getting aggressive, the score was eight to five in favour of boston and montreal was getting mad that they were losing the game, the most awaited game since it was announced boston and montreal would be facing each other to land a bracket in the playoffs.

the fact that it was also playoff season made y/n's stomach twist even tighter, she felt sick. she was so scared she was going to fuck up chris' life plan and she couldn't bear that idea.

but her current worries were thrown on the back burner when she watched a much bigger player from montreal's team check chris, sending him flying back against the ice, his head ricocheting off the ice, leaving chris laying flat on the ice.

chris' coach calls a time-out while paramedics quickly make their way onto the ice, carrying chris off the ice, and before y/n could react, she was pushing her way through the bustling crowd and stomping down the stairs, quickly sprinting to chris' change room.

"i'm sorry ma'am but you can't be in here."

"i'm his fiance." y/n spits, pushing her way into the change room, immediately rushing to chris, raising her hand to play with his hair, pausing momentarily to silently ask for permission which was granted by him leaning into her touch.

"we're okay, if anything happens, we'll call for you." chris rasps, waving away the paramedics, sighing sadly after being told he's not allowed back on the ice for the rest of the game to prevent being knocked around again because he was highly vulnerable to getting a concussion right now.

"tell me something to distract me, baby." chris whispers, pulling y/n into his lap, the bulky padding beneath her feeling foreign as she leans her head on her shoulder.

"i'm not sure what to talk about." she laughs as he rubs his hand back and forth along her thigh.

"your news from earlier."

"oh." she squeaks, her voice almost inaudible as she realizes that it's now or never. sighing, she grabs the test out of her pocket from beneath the spare jersey she wore, placing it into chris' hand with a heartbroken expression and timid voice,

"we're pregnant, chris."

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love a good cliffhanger!! if you want me to make this into a mini-series i am beyond willing to! i have plans for this story tbh<3

Scott Reed Smut

You’ve known the ‘jocks’ since elementary school. They were all practically your best friends, and I guess you could say you protected each other. The thing you all had in common was that you loved sports. Although you’re not permitted on the male teams as much as you want to be, you and the boys still got together and played amongst yourselves.

You would think your association with the ‘jocks’ would mean you would have just as much of a reputation as they did, but in reality; you didn’t have any experience at all. You were so caught up in sports you never took the time to actually accumulate a crush on someone. You were always the boys’ wingman and you always helped them with their crushes or would hookups be the right word? They always tried to be your wingman, but any guy you tried to talk to became intimidated once they figured out who your friend group is. It didn’t really matter at the end of the day, you loved your friends and much rather spend time with over a boyfriend.

“Who wants to play Truth or Dare?” Bryce shouted. You were at one of his occasional parties again. This wasn’t a huge one, it was more of a get together between a few people. It was only Monty, Bryce, Zach, Scott, Jeff, Justin, and Alex. Alex wasn’t really a ‘jock’ but he was pretty much chill with the group. “I don’t think I want to play Truth or Dare with a bunch of boys.” You said, taking a hit from the bong. You usually drank at parties, but you were the driver tonight so you had to choose sobriety over fun. “There isn’t nothing we don’t know about you.” Monty laughed, a few of the other boys joining in as well. “Alright, Alright. It’ll be fun.” Alex said, most likely only agreeing to be apart of the group or because he was intimidated by Bryce; could be either or.

Eventually you gave in and joined the other guys on the couches. You chose mostly dares. You dodged most truth’s to avoid any invasive questions; moreover about your sex life. You weren’t exactly ashamed, it just wasn’t that ideal to talk about with a bunch of guy friends. “Alright, enough dares Y/N. Let’s give you a truth.” Justin expressed, taking another shot of vodka. “Fine. Ask away.” You replied, rolling your eyes at the boys. “Have you ever had an orgasm?” Monty asked. It wasn’t even his turn to give me the question, but if he didn’t ask no one would have. And the others are just as curious as he is.

“No. I don’t get why all of you are so obsessed with knowing about my sex life.” You said. “What sex life?” Bryce joked, making all of them start laughing. “Yeah yeah. Very fucking funny.” It was kind of funny, but you would never admit that in front of any of them. “How have you never gotten yourself off? I mean- don’t you get horny?” Alex questioned. “There’s no one I would waste my time fantasizing about.” You replied, not having much fun with this conversation at all. The boys all looked at each other and exchanged glances. “Absolutely not. If you ever think I would let any of you near my pussy, you’re all out of your fucking minds.” You exclaimed. “None of us?” Zach asked. “The only boy I would somewhat trust is Jeff. Maybe Scott.” You replied. You saw both of their cheeks heat up. “That doesn’t mean anything either.” You said defensively.

As the party came to an end, you all ended up crashing at Bryce’s. None of your parents really cared enough as they all kind of knew each other. At least the parents that were existent in their lives, or present for lack of better words. Although Bryce’s house was huge, there weren’t many beds. You took a room with Scott, Monty took a room with Bryce, Zach took a room with Jeff and Justin, and well Alex was the only one that went home considering his father was a deputy.

“Have you really never had an orgasm?” Scott asked laying next to you on the bed. You sighed, not wanting to partake in this conversation again. “I don’t mean it like that, I just mean I don’t expect you to tell the truth in a room full of boys.” He reasoned. “And I would tell you the truth?” You laughed. “Just asking.” He replied.

You were both awake, stoned out of your minds. You were thinking about the conversation before, and it was one of the first times you ever even considered having sex. “Scott.” You called, waiting for him to turn his head to the side. “Hm?” He hummed, waiting for you to ask whatever was on your mind.

Scott was always the one you were closest with out of the all of them. He wasn’t as sexually addicted as the others were; which was what made him so comfortable to be around. You always favorited him out of the bunch, maybe you even had feelings for him but denial was a lot stronger feeling. “What’s it feel like?” You asked. The question was very cryptic, but he knew what you meant. “Um. Yeah. Why do you think everyone’s so obsessed with sex.” He replied, laughing through his words. “Oh. Okay.” You replied, turning your head back to stare at the ceiling. It was silent for a moment, until you heard a small gasp. “Does the one and only Y/N want to experience an orgasm?” He said. His question was filled with excited sarcasm. You didn’t reply, which was all he needed for an answer.

“Hey. I’ll help you out. But let’s make it into a challenge.” He said, catching your attention. “What’s the catch Scotty.” You sighed, knowing it was probably a big catch. “I want you to try and orgasm with just grinding.” He said, smiling with that usual smile. “Oh. That’s not that bad.” You said, pleasantly surprised. Did he want to see you naked and be the special person to take your virginity? Yes. But he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable as the other boys are definitely good at that sometimes.

You were only wearing your panties and a tank top; so in reality there wasn’t anything to take off. “You’re gonna want to sit on my lap for this to work, okay?” He said, patting his lap to signal for you to get on. You were hesitant- but if he really wasn’t up for this he wouldn’t have asked you in the first place. Once you sat on his lap, you immediately came in contact with his boner. Maybe it was the conversation that turned him on- or maybe it was you. You didn’t really want to ask though; as this is a little bit weird in the first place. You were very surprised with how your body reacted to this. You felt yourself start to grow wet, and you were pretty sure he started to notice too.

You felt yourself start to grow embarrassed. And unfortunately your cheeks never fail to let everyone know you are. “It’s okay. It’s a normal reaction.” He reassured. He wanted you to take your time with this considering this could and would be your first ever orgasm. It wasn’t the reaction that embarrassed you; it was the fact it leaked onto his sweatpants. Little did you know it was only turning him on even more.

There was a sudden rush of confidence that rushed through Scott though. “Don’t be embarrassed. Do you feel that baby?” You knew exactly what he was referencing too. But it wasn’t only that that turned you on; it was also the way he addressed you. Baby. All you were able to do was nod. “Can’t talk now? You did this to me pretty girl.” You started to shift on his lap, only making the wet spot grow larger. He purposely bent his hips upward, to press into you deeper. These feelings were so foreign.. so irresistible yet so unbearable. You whimper and lean forward into his shoulder. He brings his hand to the back of your head and soothingly holds it, gently tracing circles in your hair. He waits until you relax fully into his embrace before continuing.

“Good. I’ll start you off. Let me make you feel good.” He whispers, before holding a grip onto your hips. He slowly starts to create a rhythm for you. He used your hips to gently move you back and forth across his hard cock. You wanted to be quiet in case the other boys were snooping but you couldn’t help but whimper in his ear. He could cum on the spot just from your small moans but he wants to hold out until you do. “Does that feel good?” He asked, not sure if he should slow or fasten the rhythm. “Yes. I need more.” You managed to cry out.

He had to take a minute to compose himself. He couldn’t believe out of all the boys, he was the one that was finally going to be the reason of your first orgasm. “I think I’m gonna-“ you cried out. “I know.” He says, able to feel your core throbbing through his pants. “Cmon. You can do it pretty girl. Cum for me.” He groaned out. You steadied your arms over his shoulders, and started to rock yourself on him at your own pace. As you edged yourself closer to your orgasm, your grip on his shoulders tightened. He knew you were close, and all you need to hear was “let go baby.” Before you knew it, you found yourself biting his shoulder to prevent yourself from crying out loud. He picked up the pace and started to work you through your orgasm and help himself reach his. It only took a few more pushes until he felt himself ruin his sweatpants even more than they already were.

As you both came down from your high, he placed one of his hands by your neck and the other on your ass. It wasn’t mean to be sexual, it was more of a soothing hold. After your body finally calmed down, you got up to lay next to him. “Wow,” was all you could begin to say. “Worth the hype?” Scott asked. “Totally.” You laughed, turning over to lay on his chest. “You know I like you right?” He asked, moving his hand towards your hair. “Yeah, you’re the only one that didn’t make fun of me for my horrible sex life.” You said, slowly closing your eyes. “Let me take you out on a date Y/N. I promise it’ll be worth your while.” He gestured. “I will gladly accept that offer Scotty.” You said as you laughed. The rest of the night was mostly just a blur. You soon fell asleep in the arms of Scott Reed.

Did you see the video where Israeli soldiers dressed up like Muslim women and doctors and stormed the hospital in the West Bank and assassinated 3 young Palestinians?⁣

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Did you see the bloody pillow with the bullet hole in it?⁣

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THIS IS WHO THEY MURDERED IN THAT BED. A paralyzed CHILD named Bassel. ⁣

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This video was taken just one day before Israel literally shot him in the face in his bed. ⁣

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Just when you think they can’t get any lower, they do. I don’t care what lies they tell about this child, it is illegal EVERYWHERE to do what they did. ⁣

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This kid had nothing to do with October 7th. And anything else he did, you simply aren’t allowed to go into a hospital and murder a paralyzed child. ⁣

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It’s CRAZY that we even have to say this. ⁣

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And the White House actually defended this today, but it was before this video was released. ⁣

13 Reasons Why MasterList

Zach Dempsey:

Ashamed

Assuming The Worst

Running Out The Door

The Things They Say

More Often

I Tried…

Worth The Trouble

Scott Reed:

A Little More Introverted

Payback

Nowhere Else To Go

You Have To Believe Me

Impress You

And I Would’ve

Rape Culture Has Got To Go!

Justin Foley:

When I Needed You The Most (platonic)

Comes Down To You

Never Changing Perspective

To Acknowledge

Accusations

Who The Hell Invited You?

Jeff Atkins:

Not Even Tired

Good Luck Charm

Hidden

Left All Alone Series:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

2020/06/12