Ghost plants pt 2 :)

the scream but it’s waluigi

Mystery Shack made of polymer clay, acrylic paint, hot glue, cardboard, and prayers. Just before I leave for college, I have finished! This has been My Project for the past week or so, between work and packing for my move. I had decided a while ago that I wanted to take a terrarium of plants from around our home with me to my dorm; home is my happy place, and I wanted to bring that to my dorm. After the Cipher Hunt I decided to do this along with it. Gravity Falls started my Freshman year of high school: it finished my Senior year. This show helped me not fear growing up and brought me some wonderful friends along the way. The Mystery Shack is my fictional happy place, and I thought it deserved a spot in my terrarium.

Church of Whale Fall

November 8, 2021 at 04:45PM

In my homewrecker rat era 😘 Happy Valentine’s Day!

"‘If you ever leave me again,’ she said, her eyes stinging, ‘I swear to all the gods –’ Percy had the nerve to laugh. Suddenly the lump of heated emotions melted inside Annabeth."

I thought I would jump back on tumblr and start sharing my recent art, in case anyone isn't on IG <3

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

griddlehark playlist bb!!

still vaguely a work in progress (song suggestions always welcome!) but did my best to match their story through all three books in one playlist! mostly sad and intense songs that broadly fall under the alt rock umbrella

playlist cover is art by @jenevas :)

palestine sunbird

e-sims for gaza | palestine children's relief fund | call/email your reps

New Crow Time 🐦‍⬛🦊🌟

undone

claimed by the sea 🔱

you ever think about how canaan house is probably the most life gideon’s ever seen?

this has been sitting in my wips forever, so i decided it’d be better to post some version of it than let it languish in procreate forever.

edit: due to popular request, this piece is now available on my shop!

[Video ID: The video shows two girls singing on a boat, taking turns. The girl on the right is Sofia Adriana, she starts singing a traditional Spanish song often hummed while baking bread, called Panadera. Then the girl on the left , Palestinian Singer “Terez Sliman”, follows by singing the Palestinian song 'Ya Talleen Al Jabal'. Both girls show harmony and synchronization in their singing, clapping their hands on the boat to create music.]

"Ya Tall’een Al Jabal " - "يا طالعين الجبل" , a song from the Palestinian heritage was sung by Palestinian women in coded language to their imprisoned husbands and relatives in British prisons during the 1936 revolution to tell them resistance fighters would soon free them, while disguising words with the letter "L.". While "Panadera" in the Spanish language means baker, it is a traditional Spanish song that women sang during the baking process. The movement of the hands in rhythm represents the baking process.

"يا طالعين الجبل" أغنية من التراث الفلسطيني كانت تغنيها النساء الفلسطينيات عند زيارة الأسرى في سجون الإحتلال. كانت النساء يضفن حرف اللام بين مقاطع الأغنية للتمويه لإيصال رسالة للأسرى أنه الليلة سيقوم الفدائييون بتحريرهم.

باناديرا في اللغة الإسبانية تعني الخبّاز، هي أغنية تقليدية اسبانية كانت النساء تغنيها أثناء عملية الخبز. حركة اليدين في الإيقاع هو عملية الخبز فعليًا.

Sung by: Terez Sliman (to the left) | Sofia Adriana Portugal (to the right)

🎥( Video Credit )