just watched a Palestinian baby die in his mother's arms. it was unbearable, scarcely believable, the abject and incessant cruelty they both had been subjected to by the entity and its forces of terror. worse still was the mourning, preserved on tape for a voyeuristic perverse world incapable and inadequate, failing them every step of the way.
i shudder hearing her pleas for her child to wake up. she shook him like a rag doll, begging him. children like Mustafa have been starved, burnt, mutilated, shredded, shot, crushed, tortured, raped, violated infinitely and entirely by the iof and amerikkkan military.
how do you sleep at night, knowing you will live and are perhaps already living among monsters who will return to society after taking pride and delight in the commission of such countless atrocities? how do you look at your own children after condoning all of this? is it because their children are subhuman to you, the superior race?
where do Palestinians take their grief and pain and anger? I am going mad with helplessness and my own inadequacy. Are you not? Are you not?
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Demons and monsters that torture people because they feed on human suffering are so dumb. People are suffering everywhere my guy go literally any place and take a deep whiff.
Happiness Will Come To You.
lil jon things i am obsessed with/think are hilarious in the order they occurred to me at 3 am
-spends the first book telling anyone who will listen that heās Not Afraid To Die and then a wight shoves its whole hand down his throat and heās like wow that was actually extremely scary and never says that shit again
-always got little Things he says to himself but theyāre all awful. very bad affirmation game no wonder morale is low
-ādid lord eddard father you on a fish wifeā
-the doubts that plague me canāt catch me if i just keep making Decisions!!! letās hear it for Decisions!!!!
-arguably contender for top woman respecter but batting absolute zero at successfully comforting crying women. unless you consider āmaking her mad at you instead of upsetā a success
-iām not a wolf! iām not a wolf!! iām not a wolf!!! while warging like almost constantly with zero control. babe i donāt think your affirmations are working youāre experiencing non consensual smells at an alarming rate
-i wish mormont was my dad wait no i wish benjen was my dad wait no i wish qhorin was my dad wait no i wish donal noye was my dad. will someone be my dad please i just keep making decisions
-constantly having Agonies over ethical decision making while the rest of the continent hasnāt even really invented the concept of ethics yet? on the verge of a nervous breakdown due to his constant Agonies
-related: love is the death of duty but having strong ethical convictions/clear moral vision is also kind of the death of duty oops! aemon didnāt warn you about that one!
-stannis wants to davosify this kid mega bad
-ājon felt like he was fifteen againā (said when heās literally sixteen)
-has a terrible violence in his heart but itās kind of the least of his problems tbh. like yeah my fire and blood levels are a little elevated but iāve got paperwork i need to take care of
-RUNNING DOWN THE TABLE AT YOU WITH A KNIFE!!!!!
-last of the giants fixation. god heās gonna be so mad when he comes back and wun wun is dead. this one isnāt hilarious itās deeply moving and endearing
-an eagle almost rips his eye out and heās like well i guess i have no choice but to have sex with ygritte at least one dozen times. itās a tough job but someoneās gotta do it
-just a crazy amount of anime main character pre-loaded swag (bastard of winterfell skin changer with an albino direwolf and a cool sword which he can really SWANG and cool facial scars etc etc) and is actively working against it. rolled super high on charisma and is trying to balance it out by being as much of a boring fuddy duddy as he possibly can. the devil works hard (at making me cool) but i work harder (at being very uncool). it is an honorable thing to be swagless by choiceā¦ā¦.
-pretty sure he actively enjoys saying no to people. just for love of the game (the game is being disagreeable). very capricorn coded. likely brushes his teeth in the shower.
-REMEMBER WE KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP š
percy jackson text posts 8/?
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I feel like there needs to be some kind of post for MCU fans on How To Write About Africa because I feel like thereās a lot of people out there who want to write about Wakanda and T'Challa but are worried about being problematic and that makes me sad because thereās SO MUCH GREAT meta to be had about T'Challa and Wakanda but at the same time thereās a lot of legitimate concerns about perpetuating racist stereotypes and yeah.
T'Challa and Wakanda could be such a great way to introduce people to amazing sci-fi concepts that people should know
Power to the people ā Yesterday, Dutch police bulldozed the Gaza encampment at the University of Amsterdam. Today, students and staff confronted police and forced them to retreat. Videos: X: Qudsnen and Mariyankhan
I was punched and pepper sprayed by cops that my university administration set on student protesters yesterday. Including once where a cop ripped my mask off my face, grabbed my jaw, and sprayed pepper sprayed straight into my mouth. The university sent out an alert in the middle of our protest canceling classes for the rest of the day, only citing āadverse conditionsā. After protesters dispersed under threat of even more violence and three buses of riot police from all over the state with rubber bullets and bully sticks parked in front of one our schoolās famous landmarks. I staggered over to a couple of friends who were watching on the sidelines. They gave me water and an apple and held a bag of ice on my very pepper spray irritated face. As they were walking me back to my dorm we ran into one of their roommates. She had taken cancelled classes as an opportunity to get crumbl cookie with her friends. Standing in front of her, happy in a floral blouse with her box of cookies, in my pepper spray and water soaked tshirt, keffiyeh sadly hanging off my shoulder, holding an ice pack to my mouth, felt like a slap in the face.
After putting my pepper spray soaked clothes, shoes, and keffiyeh in a plastic bag and taking an extraordinarily painful shower, a friend and I went for dinner just off campus. There we had a pot of green tea and ramen to soothe pepper sprayed throats. We got ice cream after (shared a cup with chocolate and raspberry pomegranate with strawberry pieces on top, it was very good). From our spot outside the ice cream place we watched a steady stream of groups of sorority girls in matching jeans shorts and blue bikini tops walking back to their apartments after some apparently raucous parties. The cognitive dissonance was insane. I really felt a little like I was going crazy.
Even this morning, waking up to the smeared sharpie of the National Lawyerās Guildās phone number on my arm, a black and blue chest from where a grown man straight up clocked me while I was held up by two other protesters in a wall, and a still sore throat and eyes from the pepper spray, life goes on like normal. I still have final papers to write and a math exam to review for.
Iām not sure I really have a point. But, this feeling only makes me want to fight harder for a free Palestine. So, fuck Israel for being an apartheid state and all of their crimes over the last 76 years. Fuck university administration for not disclosing their level of investment in Israel. Fuck university administration for not divesting from this genocide. Fuck Joe Biden for actively supporting this genocide. And fuck the police.
ā¢toujours debout⢠22. really have no clue what the fuck Iām doing
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