it's very disheartening to see that Palestine or Gaza is no longer the highest trending tag on Tumblr so early on in Global Strike week, especially considering how many people have said they still need to work and buy food (100% valid, by the way). don't lose momentum. keep talking about what's happening. keep reblogging and sharing useful resources and information. we need the Palestinian people to know that we see what's happening to them, we care about what's happening to them and we stand with them. Percy Jackson and Tumblr Live are no where near as important as the genocide of Palestinian people.

please god let me be reincarnated as someone's sourdough starter

the bibles been changed so many times it's fucking fanfiction of the original book

Anyone that says "fanfiction isn't real literature" can go fuck themselves btw.

The two longest pieces of literature in this WORLD are both fanfictions.

I've cried more while reading fanfictions than I ever have while reading a novel.

I've made orange muffins, put up printouts of paintings, gotten obsessed with art, I have a pink sticky note on my wall that says 'hang painting here' all because of art heist, baby!

I have a clay decoration of a piece of toast with four different toppings because of atyd

I've learned more about art conservation than I need to because of Winterlude

I read an 800,000 word fanfiction, cried and laughed all because of crimson rivers

Don't you dare fucking tell me fanfiction isn't real literature

Every Friday, millions of Yemenis, themselves survivors of genocide, protest the genocide of Gaza

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.

They don't want us to call what's happening in Gaza a genocide not because there's not been an official ruling but because these things don't get set in people's minds via official ruling. Instead it is the oral history that sets an event into place in mass consciousness.

Us calling it what it is - a genocide - means they can't wriggle out of it in years to come. They can't continue to call it a conflict or a war if we cement it in public consciousness as a genocide.

So don't tone down your language. Call it what it is. Make sure the history books know what happened and the genocides that took place in Palestine, Sudan, Congo.

love a platonic bartylus who lost their virginities to each other and barty refusing to let james forget it

Sirius: Looking left because you can never do anything right

Regulus: Looking right because you left

Sirius: Looking up because you let me down

Regulus: Looking down because you fucked up

James, who just wanted to play monopoly with his boyfriend and best friend: :(

regulus died because he girl bossed too close to the sun and then drowned i think about that a lot

Wedding officiant: Ok. Repeat after me.

Sirius: After me.

Wedding officiant:

Wedding officiant, whispering to Remus: You sure this is the one you want?

Regulus: Name me one time I’ve done something rash and irresponsible.

Dorcas, pointing in James’ direction: Him.

Regulus:

James:

Evan: Did you eat all the donuts?

Barty: No

Evan: I can see the powder on your pants don’t lie to me

Barty: *panicking*

Barty: that’s coc@in

James: I win.

Regulus: I literally have a dagger to your throat right now.

James: I know.

Sirius: Come on. I wasn’t that drunk last night

James: You were flirting with Remus

Sirius: so? He’s my boyfriend. I can flirt with him.

Peter: You asked him if he was single

James: And then locked your self in the bathroom and started crying because he told you he wasn’t.

*james and Sirius burst into the dorm*

Peter: what happened?

Sirius: No one died

Remus:

Remus: WHAT KIND OF AN ANSWER IS THAT-

Regulus: Are you single?

James: No I’m plural