Don't Stop Talking About Palestine 🇵🇸

The invasion of Rafah has officially started!

I can't imagine what will happen. If you're not aware, Rafah is just 64 square kilometers in size, with 1.5 million people displaced and using it as a shelter. There are no more safe places in Gaza. Please pray for the people.

gofundme.com

Donate to HELP Ezzideen & his Family to EVACUATE Gaza, organized by Boshra Daoud

Dear Friends, I'm Boshra Daoud, and I come to you today with an urgent pl… Boshra Daoud needs your support for HELP Ezzideen & his Famil

Palestinians in the West Bank tearing down the apartheid wall.

Credit to @caniscathexis for showing me this

To all the subjects of Ymir:

My name is Eren Jaeger. I am using the power of the founding titan to adress all of ymir’s subjects.

The hardening of all the walls present on Paradis island has come undone. And all titans entrapped within them hace started marching. 

My objective is to protect the people of Paradis, the place where I was born and raised. However, the world wishes for the annihilation of the people of Paradis. 

The hatred that has been swelling up for so long will certainly not end, until not just the paradisians, but all of Ymir’s subjects have been eliminated. 

I reject this wish. The wall titans shall trample all earth outside of this island underfoot. Until all life existing there has been exterminated from this world.

The "only democracy in the Middle East", everyone.

Link to post

End the Occupation! Free Palestine!

Israel has deployed auto-firing quadcopters that emit the sounds of crying babies.

https://xtwitter.com/jam_etc_art/status/1780038184828608975

There is no possible reality where this is in any way capable of being passed off as self-defense. It was never self-defense. It is, and always has been, a genocide.

Crying babies. Crying babies. This is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, meant to draw out and kill civilians while also making it far more difficult to locate and aid children who are trapped or alone.

If you have money to spare, please consider donating to some of the fundraisers on Operation Olive Branch to help people escape this genocide.

End the occupation. Free Palestine.

Joe Biden would rather risk full on war than stop genocide.

it was something about that cowboy hat that made you want to pounce on him and ride him like a bull, making suguru put on the hat every time he fucked you because it had you soaking up the sheets, and the waterfall between your thighs activate.

suguru's part-time volunteer gig required him to wear this hat, and you couldn't thank them enough because of how fine he looked whenever he slipped it on his head, especially with his long hair that hung below his waist.

he knew that he looked good, and he took advantage of that whenever he laid eyes on you, knowing that your mouth got wet and that you drooled every time you looked at him in his fit, using the outfit and hat even when he didn't have to volunteer to have your mouth wet to put right on his dick.

suguru loved to make you weak in the knees; he knew that without the outfit he still had you wrapped around his finger ready to get on your knees whenever he asked, but with this attire specifically and the way he looked with the hat on, he knew that you couldn't even think properly.

whispering in your ear while he was deep inside of you, rubbing his finger over your sensitive nipples, talking you through whatever he was doing to you, just for none of it to be received because of how good he felt inside of you and how the tingling that surged through your nipples made you forget your name.

making sure that his hat stayed on through every round he was folding you through, putting your legs every which way and pushing your thighs up so he could hit that sweet spot that he craved and sought for, one tap and it had your eyes sliding to the top of your head and your fingernails digging into his skin.

"you like that? can you hear me, baby?" whispering in your ear, and he groaned the deeper he got, your walls tightening around him, his dick wet with your wetness, making sure to go faster so that he could hear how good he made you feel, with the sounds your body made and the sweet sounds that fell from your lips.

even when you were the one to pounce on him and initiate things with the way you were dripping out your shorts, he still found a way to take control, to make sure you felt so good that you couldn't even move; just feel the pleasurable tingles all over your body and throughout your wet hole that he carved out to his shape.

he was a generous man though, letting you get on top of him and ride him through the mattress until you were tired and out of breath, laid over him; that didn't stop him; he always needed you twenty times more than you needed him, and the fact that you took initiative when it came to fucking him turned him on, lifting his hips and fucking you until his body gave out.

your moans and his groans bouncing off of each other and his cum dripping out of you, a loud sticky mess that he never got tired of, which is why the hat never came off; he wanted to see that eagerness in your eye light up; he loved every minute of it.

free palestine, jews against genocide!