Utahime dancing Dabke !! id in alt - as always, from the river to the sea, palestine will be free
Embedded within the heart and soul of the Palestinian people, the dabke – an ancient folkloric dance native to the Levant – transcends mere artistic expression, serving as a resolute act of defiance against the Zionist state's occupation. With each rhythmic stomp and synchronised movement, Palestinians reclaim their cultural identity, defiantly asserting their existence and resilience in the face of systemic oppression, while igniting a flame of resistance that resonates with generations past and present, affirming their connection with the land.
- Fadila Khalid, Dance & Defiance: Dabke as an Emblem of Resilience in Palestine
below are resources for information on palestine and donations !! and reference photo is below that
donation masterpost by @/nabulsi:
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An Indicative Archive: Salvaging Nakba Documents | Institute for Palestine Studies (palestine-studies.org)
A Threshold Crossed: Israeli Authorities and the Crimes of Apartheid and Persecution | HRW
Institute for Palestine Studies | (palestine-studies.org)
Free Ebooks for a Free Palestine! | HaymarketBooks.org
Palestinian Culture - Anera
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thinking about the way jake mates you :((
the way he just folds you in half, covering you with his bigger body, overwhelming you with all of him – his scent, his weight, his warmth.
the way his hands, five fingers and all, pry your thighs apart so he can dip his head and lick your dripping cunt. you learned the word from jake, his voice curling into something deep and animalistic when he first ate you out.
the alien word was new, vulgar, outright dirty, but every time jake whispers it – "your cunt loves me, doesn't it, sweetheart?" – you could feel the way it riles him up more than it makes your toes curl. you feel it in the way he throbs inside you, his lips pulled into a snarl, and amidst glassy eyes you watch the way he flushes, losing himself in the throes of pleasure.
pleasure evoked by mating you.
jake is so deliciously big.
the way his belly presses onto your back whenever he fucks you on your knees, a hand wrapped around your chest and the other pressing on your belly. the position was not usual, but not nearly foreign, and you found yourself putty in his arms as he contorted your body, measured whispers rolling off his lips, praising you, telling you how beautiful you look like this, presented all for him.
“can you feel me here, baby?” he purrs, his breath is warm as it tickles your ears. “i’m deep inside you, aren’t i?”
your voice hitches, unable to reply to him well. jake chuckles anyway, like he expected your incoherence, almost even wanting to hear you be reduced to only keens and muffled whines.
“y’r taking me so good, sweetheart,” jake murmurs, before pressing a kiss on your shoulder.
you whimper, a choked moan falling from your lips as jake slides his cock out again, the length of it dragging along your plush walls. it is so heavy and hard, filling you to the brim as if he wants to carve himself into your very being. your eyes are wet with unshed tears, and your body trembles at how full you feel.
“jake!” you squeal, your voice squeaking into a high pitch when he pushes his cock back inside you again.
your arms buckle, threatening to collapse at the increasing pleasure rising through your being. it is only jake’s hold that prevents you from crashing to the floor, keeping you up at the perfect angle to sink his cock into.
“i know, sweetheart,” jake croons, fucking you with a relentless pace, his body warm around you. in you. “just few more, okay? you could do it, can’t you baby girl?”
you don’t recall ever nodding or doing anything to respond to him, feeling your toes curl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cunt spasming around jake’s cock.
“fuck, baby!” jake hisses, his pleasure curling into his words, his voice sounding so close yet so warbled and far away. “cum with me, sweetheart. with me.”
and just like that your pleasure tilts, expanding, before euphoric ecstasy crashes into you as you cum, your orgasm ripping a shrill cry from your throat.
“m’jake!” you scream, your back arching and your ears flattening on your head, your tail thrashing as the base of it thrums with a muted pain from being squished between jake’s bigger body and your back.
“jus’ like that, baby,” jake grunts, his face pressed on the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. “fuck, y’r so good, so perfect. my perfect mate, aren’t you baby? mine, yeah?”
you hum, you think. or you nod – you don’t even know, feeling yourself floating, engulfed with the overwhelming pleasure that only jake can coax out of you.
your uncoordinated response doesn’t matter to jake, feeling him chuckle amidst his panting, his tongue licking a stripe on your neck.
“yeah,” he whispers, almost like he is talking to himself. “my perfect mate, alright.”
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My last post about bloodweave was pretty negative (though necessarily so imo) so I wanted to talk about the little things about the bloodweave dynamic that I DO like and want to see more of in fic (under the cut).
- the orb means Astarion can't start their relationship transactionally. Gale can't give Astarion blood, and also can't have sex with him (and presumably would refuse casual sex anyway). How would the relationship develop without Astarion being able to rely on the give-and-take, forced instead to just trust Gale will watch his back? Astarion isn't a plans guy, I imagine having to come up with something on the spot (considering none of the other companions are reeaaaally an option either) would lead to a lot more emotional vulnerability as he tries to take a route he has much less experience with. Not to mention that the flirty and standoffish front isn't exactly going to endear him to Gale, who approves of the capable, loyal, and righteous. How long can Astarion pretend to be invested in Gale's wellbeing before it becomes true?
- they both have bad ascension endings, but different natural outcomes. Gale is considered the more morally upstanding one, but in their solo states (without the player's influence) Gale will go through with ascension and Astarion won't. Would they goad each other on? Gale disapproves of Astarion's ascension, using arguments that could apply to himself about the personal sacrifice and loss of the soul. Would Astarion flip them around, become defensive? Their dynamic could mean the power hungry character ending up discouraging the pursuit of godhood, or the two of them hurtling over the edge together. Or, maybe, Astarion encouraging Gale to ascend and having to trust him to return.
- they're the party members with the most life experience, and they're also both pretty well-educated (even if Astarion's law qualifications may well have expired by the events of the game). He spent his time under Cazador sewing (like Gale in his Baldur's Gate epilogue) and learning languages (of which Gale knows four). They have enduring common interests beyond their circumstances. Gale can help Astarion rediscover the latent nerd potential he lost when he died, and lord knows he would love to pick his brain for a first hand account of the mid-to-late 12th century.
- Astarion recently regained hope for his future when the tadpole freed him, Gale recently lost all of it. While act 1 is a continuous series of positive discoveries for Astarion (tadpole frees him from cazador -> ceremorphosis is held off by the dream visitor -> tadpole can be controlled), Gale's life gets worse with time as his treatment stops working. It's a dynamic that could give Gale hope, force Astarion to practise empathy, or put them completely at odds.
- Astarion's all-encompassing desire to reclaim his life could be inspiring to Gale. Moreover, I imagine seeing just how passive Gale is about his death would infuriate him. To have so little regard for his real, mortal, free life? It's a great source of angst, and also a great starting point for Gale to start wanting to live again. Because after learning about Astarion's past he would agree, he'd recognise how much value a mortal life was supposed to have. He'd think himself ungrateful or impolite for entertaining the idea of throwing it away when Astarion would give anything to have what he had. This would lead to guilt, and potentially self-loathing, unless someone was there to help pick up the pieces.
- If Astarion meets Oblodra before Gale's act 2 romance scene, (or for a fanfic plot, just before Gale is confident enough to confess) they most likely won't have sex until the graveyard scene in late act 3 (or the post-ascension equivalent). It means that rather than the fuckfest we so often see from bloodweave fics, the relationship is almost entirely a slow-burning, emotionally intimate affair. I'd really love to see that play out, the progression from semi-horny yearning on both parts as the orb keeps them apart, to two love confessions that are followed by the both of them experiencing non-sexual intimacy for the first time in years. I doubt Mystra was one to hug her chosen, after all, or hold their hands.
I just love a bg3 ship that forces the characters to take different actions than they do in canon. It makes me feel like I'm developing a broader understanding of the characters, you know?
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