and tell Jesus that his favourite bastard is back.
Geto and he’s the same except she’s a girl now so she’s not.
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.
double black at the arcade
Not to me. Not if it’s you.
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I’m sorry I just have to repost this.
on love being a twisted curse (and other such nonsense)
Saturn devouring his son
Inspired from Umbralpilot’s fic “Another Man’s Son"
I can’t stop thinking about that scene in the gallery (”: I LOVED the mood and just ASDFGH; gave me chills ! https://archiveofourown.org/works/299548
The more I am trying to help fundraisers reach a wide berth of people, the more I am realizing that tumblr is a very performative website. Posts which are detailing a fundraiser have very little interaction, as opposed to those that point out the injustice of it all and have a tone of anger. But anger is not sustainable...if you want us ( those who are actively monitoring the fundraisers ) to give you a cause to rally against, if that is the only thing what moves you to donate, then how long can this go on? What does it even say about how you view the lives of people who have been forced to fundraise? They are not tinder to keep stoking your fuel of righteousness.
Every fundraiser which I am personally monitoring seems to only crest when the tumblr community at large either feels that appropriate bit of "oh yeah look I am so cool for rallying behind the cause." Or if there is a tragedy, an unimaginable pain a person has been put through and thus can evoke enough empathy/sympathy in the masses....what is this? What can one even say to this?